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Jaylene Sullivan

M.I.A. teen.

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a character in “Beneath our Skins”, originally authored by mariamaeoccheto, as played by RolePlayGateway

So begins...

Jaylene Sullivan's Story

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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
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

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ImageCerulean and without a cloud in sight, the empyrean that dangled above the Sullivan's house was scintillating and eager to awaken the seemingly comatose Jaylene, sprawled across her large bed beneath the sky light. With the sun came a light 'pitter patter', though, not stopping to let Jaylene rest. "Mmmf," she sighed, her eyelids shut and her legs idly grazing one another. Bringing one of her softly balled fists to her face, she covered her eyes and yawned. It was blatantly clear the girl had no intention of waking up just yet. Despite her phone being on vibrate she missed the point of putting it on that volume as it nearly skittered off her end table.

Some hair got caught in her mouth as she rolled around, causing her to spitter and make unattractive noises. Finally she rotated and sat upright, her eyes still closed even in her semi-vertical state. Feeling less euphoric than the night before while she was flying on cocaine, her narrow shoulders drooped forward as she breathed slow, relaxed inhales and exhales. As she woke, slightly sober, she felt bare.

Jade eyes glanced up to greet the sky and the annoyingly bright sun. "If it's raining... Why are you out?" There her head hung with her back arched in as she looked up, still too weighed down by exhaustion to do much. Again the phone threatened to vibrate over the edge of the surface, beckoning Jaylene. She brought her long legs to the side of the bed and pushed off of the floor, shaky at first. Wobbling a little, she grabbed the ledge of the night stand and looked at the time. When she glanced around after finding out it was nearly 4PM, she was surprised to find no one in her room. It was large to begin with, and without much occupation, it looked enormous and unwelcoming despite all of the customizations.

Once in her personal bathroom, Jaylene's bare feet slapped against the tile as she paced back and forth, already experiencing symptoms of withdrawal. She took pride in not being a junkie, so she tried to at least give herself sufficient breaks between highs. The reflection in the mirror was a narrow, sleepy looking girl with blond tresses reaching down to her hip bones, adorned in an oversized shirt. "Go away," the girl muttered to the mirror and held a hand over her own face.

After finishing her extended dental care (she was after all, forthright about dental hygiene), she washed her face and clumsily jammed her hands into an oversized makeup bin and grabbed handfuls of things to dump them on the dark marble bathroom counter. Painstakingly she applied false eyelashes and a smoky eye. By the time she was finished applying a faint color to her lips, she let out a long exaggerated breath as if she had been working hard all day long. She fought tooth and nail every day to conceal the freckles that speckled across her nose and faintly along her cheeks, but to no avail.

Defeatedly she went to a dresser that was looming in size and nearly taller than her. She dug out a pair of faded shorts and a white tank top, muttering something about how she showered yesterday while pulling the humongous shirt up over her head. Abandoned, the shirt crumpled in a heap by the hamper in the corner. As if on cue, a little woman rushed in and snatched the solitary piece of material and grabbed a laundry basket. Naked now, Jaylene turned around to face the maid and yawned, "Hi Vera. Good morning."
"Good afternoon Jay. I didn't want to wake you so I stayed out of your room all day... You ever going back to school?"
"You're an angel, and no." Jaylene uttered in response as she pulled on her fresh clothes.
"So skinny. Eat more." Vera demanded as she pivoted and rushed back out.

Waving a hand to dismiss her, Jaylene realized she was already gone as she rolled her eyes, crammed her phone into her pocket and walked out to the kitchen. She grabbed a small muffin off the counter and did a brief walkthrough of her home, not shocked to find it uninhabited by her parents.

She wandered into the back yard to sit on a cement half-wall and enjoy the warm weather that came with spring and evidently the rain. It was still far too cold for what she wore, but she wouldn't change. She'd rather shiver than put all that effort into changing. Again her phone surged, so she finally gave in and checked her messages, happily finding an invite to the lake from Summer. Her thumbs jabbed at the screen to reply:
I'm going to do rails off your rack tonight, steer clear of me. ;)

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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: Kaleb Dean Sivaj Character Portrait: Mordicai Love

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Kaleb Dean Sivaj


One would think Summer's affection and flirting would make Kaleb uncomfortable, but he had been used to the girl's way a long time ago. He watched as she struggled up the stairs, amused. Even if he wanted to help the long haired vixen, she probably wouldn't let him. Summer was always quite the character. As she dragged herself up the stairs, Kaleb could no longer hold back his laughter. She finally reached the top, celebrating before skipping off to her room. "Quite the character, indeed." He mumbled to himself, looking to his phone to see a text for Mordi.

Sighing he shook his head, the boy's phone frequently would receive texts hours after they'd been sent. He probably didn't receive Summers call about the lake. As Summer took her time upstairs, Kaleb texted his friend.

Dude you need to get a new phone already - Kite wants to turn up NOW, lakeside.

Kaleb wasn't much of a texter - the abbreviations and emojis just seemed like so much room for confusion. He preferred face to face or calling, reserving texts for strictly informational services. Luckily he spent most of his time with his friends , so he didn't need to text them often. As if contradicting his thoughts, the very girl up the stairs from him sent him a text suggesting they go to the lake before Mordi's house. Shaking his head, he blamed it on the drugs and stuffed his phone into his back pocket.

"Kkkkkkalebs! We headed to lakeside baby"

She had a bottle in either hand, as if foreshadowing their evening. He eyed the tequila with a gleam in his eye. She suggested he drive before he got the chance, but as he walked by he still snatched the tequila from her grip, taking a shot before he left the house. The keys to her truck were in the bowl just by the door - he grabbed it on his way out, closing the door behind him as Summer tugged him into the rain.

As if her smile brought on the sun, she said "We could have a fire in the cave tonight yea?" Kaleb ran his hand through his hair, considering the idea. He pulled out his cigarettes (Marlboro Red, always ), lighting it with his signature zippo (a skull design), inhaling the nicotine only with the breath of a true nicotine fiend. Keeping the cigarette shielding from the rain, he watched as Summer spun in circles in the warm sun that peeked from the rainy clouds that gradually began to shift away.

As the girl began to stumble, Kaleb wrapped his arm around her, holding her upright as they walked toward the truck. "I think we're going to get so plastered, we'll forget about making a campfire and up knocking out in your truck." He said, gesturing to the bed of the truck with his hand holding the cancer stick, then bringing it to his lips. Rudely, he blew the smoke in her face before opening the door for her and circled around to the drivers side.

He started the truck, turning the radio station until the wonderful tunes of Nirvana came across the scratchy speakers. Kaleb smiled, turning up the radio and leaning back in his seat. "Good shit." He murmured. Anyone who knew about Kaleb's music taste, he preferred the grungy 90's style music. Nirvana was of course a classic epitome of this genre. However in general, Kaleb's favorite songs are from the 90's. Although he could enjoy some rap songs of today, Kaleb would rather listen to the lyrics of Tupac or Biggie as opposed to Lil Wayne or Kanye. However there were the few of today that he loved, (Mac Miller, Wiz Khalifa) he normally just listened to whatever else other people played.

Finishing his cigarette, he threw it out the window before pulling a foil swisher pack, withdrawing a swisher he had poked the tobacco out of and stuffed with just about 3 grams of a skunky flower. Sodapop's lived just three blocks away, she would definitely make it into the rotation with 75% of the blunt left - so he didn't feel bad as he sparked the swisher packed with weed before driving to pick up the gorgeous blonde.

He pulled the truck into the street, turning toward Jaylene's home. "By the way, don't make me have to beat your ass again." He joked, referring to the last time the group had gone to the lake. Kaleb had chased Kite around since she had taken his last Xanax. She had popped it in her mouth before he managed to get ahold of her, to which he playfully began to pretend to beat her - instead just manhandling her and tickling her sides as he yelled obscenities.

He passed her the blunt, continuing down the street as they neared Sodapop's block. He knew as a girl, she would take forever to get outside, so although he wasn't actually outside her house just yet, Kaleb texted the girl;

outside. Don't keep me waiting ;)

Smiling to himself he looked over to Summer as she spoke, taking her own hits and passing the trippy stick back to him. She was definitely high - unable to really focus her attention. Kaleb made himself stop observing every detail of her, her soft flesh that peeked from her fishnets, the smooth transition of skin across her breast, her eyes - owl like from the drugs. He inhaled the strong smoke in silence.

He never understood why he kept letting himself think about her, but that was because she was his best friend. He couldn't forget about her if he tried. Shaking his head, Kaleb turned back to the road and passing the blunt back to Summer. "What did you take this morning?" He asked curiously, Soda's house coming into vision. As the radio shifted into commercial, Kaleb fiddled with the tuning until a song he remembered Summer saying she enjoyed came on. He let the song play, leaning back once more as they pulled in front of Soda's house. Kaleb put the car into park, waiting for the girl to get into the car.

Glancing at his phone, he saw that Soda had texted her. It seemed like she had her own ride. "Are you sure Soda needs a ride?" He asked Summer as he texted Soda : Kite tweaked, she told me you need a ride. But ay we're hot boxing outside ur house. Hop in.

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Character Portrait: Jaylene Sullivan Character Portrait: Summer Vorhees Character Portrait: Tristan Hale Character Portrait: Mordicai Love

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Tristan walked down the sidewalk with his hood on his head and his ear buds placed in both ears. As he listened to Celebration by the Game he causally smoked a blunt making sure not to draw attention to himself. Due to the rain the streets were practically empty aside from a couple of people walking on either side of the street. The vibration of his phone drew his attention as he took out of his pocket he opened the text he saw he had another text from Summer How about we go to lakeside thennnn we go to Mordi's. Going now, he had no issues with the plan so he just shrugged and put his phone back in his pocket.

As he continued his stroll down the walk way a feeling a hunger started to crept on him. Pausing for a moment to take in his surroundings he knew that there was a Mickey D's and a Starbucks a couple of blocks away going in two separate directions. He made up his mind to go get a couple of big macs from McDonalds and started walking. When the familiar sound of a text caught his ear he retrieved his cell out of his pocket. He glanced over the text quickly seeing it was from Jaylene, after reading it he texted her back liking the idea of getting a lift. His fingers quickly typed the words that formed his response writing Offer accepted. Meet you at Starbucks. Now with his plans changed he turned around headed back in the opposite directing walking down the blocks that lead to Starbucks where he would wait for Jaylene and get something to eat while he waited.

Swinging the door opened to the Starbucks he entered pulling his hood off his head as he entered. The smell of coffee and bakeries filled his nostrils as it walked into the warm coffee shop. Cutting the line and going right to the front Tristan spotted his favorite cashier Tiffany. Tiffany was a girl who like Kyle he knew from school, as her eyes fell upon him a cheeky smile spread across her face "Well hello stranger!" she said with glee. Tristan smiled back "If it isn't my favorite Starbucks employee" he said hopping over the counter to where Tiffany stood on the other side. The two embraced with a hug and when it broke Tiffany let out a giggle "So nice of you to drop by, its been what a month since I last seen you. But what should one expect from a high school drop out such as yourself" she said the last part jokingly as she started making Tristan's regular. "Drop out!" Tristan exclaimed hopping up onto one of the counter tops "I am not a drop out. I do go to school ... just not as often as people think I should" he said as Tiffany handed him a large white hot chocolate with a turkey and swiss sandwich."Yeah because showing up like once every month is the makings of a fine student" Tiffany said sarcastically as she turned her attention to actual paying customers. Tristan shrugged " What do you want me to say am just trying to graduate high school not get into Harvard" he said taking a bite out of his sandwich. The two continued on with their conversation as Tristan ate and drank while awaiting his ride.

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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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Summer Vorhees

Summer withdrew her head from the window, rolling it up she looked over to Kaleb "I have slept so many times in the back of this truck...sooo many memories" she grinned as she leaned her head back against the seat. Shiny star like things were flashing in front of her and it just made her chuckle and smile, she was definately feeling good. "Ya know you blew the smoke in my face but ya didn't even offer me one ya asshole" she punched his leg playfully. She watched as Kaleb played with the radio, stopping as Nirvana played through the speakers. She reached over and turned it up and sang alone, Kaleb was always playing this type of music so she knew a lot of the songs and its kind of grown on her.

Kite watched Kaleb started putting a blunt together "have I told you your my special boyy" she giggled and leaned her head against Kaleb's shoulder. She laughed when Kaleb brought up their last escapade at the lakeside "why not I may have liked that" she joked leaning herself forward as she put her head against the dashboard "beside you shoulda brought more like I told ya but ya never listen to me buddy boy" she grinned "but no worries about that tonight I am extra stocked" she shook her bag a little.

She took the blunt from Kaleb and pressed it against her lips, taken a long drag she held it in for a few seconds before she turned to Kaleb and blew the smoke into his face. The truck was getting filled with smoke as the blunt was passed back and forth between the two. She was feeling the high over the high she already had. Her head was swarming and she felt so light, nothing mattered at that moment. Kaleb was saying something but she really didn't hear the words, his mouth was moving but like in slow motion for her. To her his words were like "Whhhhaaattt..... diiiiddd.... yyyyooouu.... takkkkke...ttthhhiiisss....mornnnninnng". She giggled as she tried to think of what she took "I.." her mind kinda went blank and she couldn't remember. It took a few moments before she responded but it wasn't to Kaleb's question, she got totally distracted as she saw Soda's house "Popsey!" she yelled grinning at Kaleb.

As Kaleb played with the radio she heard familiar lyrics and started to sing along as best she could in the state she was in "The music makes me sway
The angels singing say we are alone with you, I am alone and they are too with you, I'm alive, I'm alive" she swayed her head as she listened to all around me by flyleaf. Kaleb said something but the music was the only thing she could really hear.

It was a knock at the window that made her jump "holy fuck" she yelled then rolled down the window ro see her Popsey leaning against the door. Before she could say anything Soda pulled her in and gave her a sloppy kiss which Summer just leaned into, eberything in her world was spinning at that moment. "Mmm Popsey you always know how to brighten my day" she said as Soda leaned back. When the blonde said she had to go pick up Tristan she nodded "okay don't be too long".

She rolled the window back up when Jay left and she looked over to Kaleb "well lets go set up shall we?". As Kaleb drove to the lakeside Summer just let herself enjoy her high, she felt like she was in heaven and never wanted to stop. It was about a twenty minute drive to the lakeside and during that time Summer just sang along to the music coming from the radio and passed along the blunt with Kaleb. Once they arrive she jumped out of the truck and took in a deep breath as she looked over the lake.

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She loved this place, it was the first place she ever got high, first place she got drunk off her ass and fell asleep in the cave, ir was like her second home. This was her friends and hers place. She went back to the truck and grabbed her bag and the liquer "c'mon ill set up my music and we can get the fire started, ill give you the honors because you are so good at it" she said with a grin as she walked towards the edge of the laked and made her way to the few boats that were tied up to a boat. It was the only way they could get to the cave, which made it more exciting. She stepped into boat, her bag in her lap and the liquer on the floor of the small boat. She waited for Kaleb but did take a look over to where the cave was, she grinned and knew this was going to be a fun night.

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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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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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Kaleb Dean Sivaj


Before Summer managed to answer Kaleb, the mess of blonde locks that he identified as Sodapop leaned into the car. She gave Summer a sloppy kiss, most boys his age would ogle the girls as their lips touched, but Kaleb was used to the girls. They were both wild, like him, and their affection only extended to those within their circle. It would be lying if Kaleb said he hadn't kissed his friends as well - the girls at least. Although Tristan swung that way, Kaleb did not, not that he had a problem with it, just not his thing.

Summer blew him a kiss, he caught it like a ball, bringing his fingers to his lips to blow one back at the ethereal beauty. She went back into her car, and Kaleb put the truck back into drive to head toward the lake. By the time they reached the lake, the blunt was gone and he already felt baked as hell. Parking the truck, he grabbed the bottle of tequila as he exited the truck and into the now balmy day.
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Summer had already taken to bossing him around, he chuckled, rubbing his nose as he took his time following behind her. He took a couple shots as he walked to the boat, then placing it at the bottom of the boat. "Let me get some wood - I think there's some in the cave but just in case." Kaleb explained, then jogging off. He managed to get a decent amount within a few minutes, dusting off the dirt and bark and throwing his jacket into the boat before pushing them into the less shallow water.

Hopping into the boat, he was thankful that there was one other boat on this side of the lake so when the next one of their friends to show didn't have to wait for him or Summer to paddle back from the cave. He watched Summer carefully as the paddled across the lake, a horrible habit of his. "How much money you want to bet that Maddie went to Mordi's for some 'fun'." Kaleb asked with a goofy grin, making quotation gestures around the word 'fun'.

As the cave came into view, Kaleb handed Summer the vodka bottle, clinking the neck of the tequila bottle in his free hand against the one in hers. "To a good night!" He cheered, taking yet another shot of the Mexican liquor. At this rate he and Summer would be trashed by the time their remaining friends showed up. However he didn't let that stop him. Just as Summer suggested, once they set anchor in the cave, Kaleb began on the fire.

Summer was right, he was amazing at fires. A little too good. Although Kaleb hadn't told his friends about his little problem, Summer knew him so well she probably saw right through him. The news had mentioned something about an investigation, but he knew there was no way he could be traced back to the fires. The one in the abandoned warehouse had been risky, but liberating. So far he hadn't had the urge to burn anything yet, but a bonfire was nice enough for now.

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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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"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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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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"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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[damn yo my mind was out of control --- completely missed and forgot the frappe. glad someone caught that pass and touched down to reality. fuck, sorry you guys.]

She moaned with a vicious head spin, the cocaine burning into the soft, moist skin inside of the sockets in her sinus region. Bringing the back of her hand to her face, she steadied herself as she let the corollaries of the freebase dance throughout her nerves and calm them. It swept away the notions of Brik, whatever was ailing him, and the anxiety she felt towards her parents in white, dusty tidal waves. A smile of complacency spread across her fleshy lips.

Time slowed for the first few minutes of her imminent high, making the stars shine in half time and the rustling of the leaves above her sound more like baritone rumbling. Her hands held the hood of her car with flat palms. The world circled her; verdure around her morphed into a giant band, decorated with faint glowing lights by the hazy inland sea where all her friends were. All together it was soporific and inviting. Suddenly galvanized and at peace, she admitted to herself, "I don't know what I'd do without you."

Surging, her stomach reminded her that her tolerance for substance wasn't as great as she credited it for, but it would deal just fine. She could usually hold any bile until she at least got home. Many nights, shortly before she'd crawl into bed or hug a pillow on a floor, she'd embrace the toilet first.

She clambered around the car where she, blitzed and stunned, found Tristan a short distance away by the water. "Hiiiiiiii baby," she cooed as if she hadn't seen him in weeks, looping her arm around his waist to make their way to their crew, taking the long way to the cove, "Oh, you smell good." Jaylene buried her face in his side and breathed him in, one of her hands reaching to hook into his pockets. The inconsequential breeze tossed the ends of her flaxen hair and tangled it, blowing some of it against Tristan's chest as they walked toward the noise of their buddies together. Disjointedly, she remarked, "You know I always - I don't screw around with my friends. Because you don't fuck your friends."

Her voice lowered as she sighed, her feet somehow gracefully guiding them around the long way to the cove, "I haven't gotten fucked in a long time. Just fucked up. But I'm happy and for once in my monotonous, ever boring life, I have good friends. Like you, I love you and Kitey and Avi and..." She grew silent, forgetting to breathe as usual as she looked up, her head throbbing in a surprisingly balmy and gratifying fashion. Despite her disunited ramblings, she was all there, just a little twisted under the influence. There was a certain bittersweet candor to her words regardless of the stimulant pulsing through every inch of her body and assembling her partygirl ego.

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

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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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Peeling herself away from Tristan's broad frame, she traced back to the car where she had forgotten four of the PBR's, "Stay there I'll be back!" As she tripped, navigating back to her baby, she rubbed her eyes a little. The only tolerance she had built up was immunity - and it was a bitch. She was already coming down with a vengeance and having her head bolted to the wall with heavy thoughts. Batting at nothingness, she whined, "Fuck off."

A dense puff escaped her lips as a consequence of her idle breath-holding. For so long she had done it; but it had only come about when she moved to Canada. And yes, it did occur before she started doing harder drugs.

Overhead the moon came out to caper into the nightfall, taking over the job the sun had hours before. Though its light was a little less accommodating and a bit more glittery, it was more than welcomed by Jaylene as she paused, unintentionally breathless to look into the firmament. Silhouettes of leaves and branches painted themselves against the indigo sky. Smiling again, she repeatedly pressed the disarm toggle until the headlights flashed as if to say 'Okay! Okay! I'm awake, relax!'

An angular hand jerked the passenger side door open to grab the plastic that encased the rims of the beer cans. After locking and shutting the car again, she paused at the hood once more. She set down the PBR's and rubbed her hands together before rummaging through her pockets for the tiny repository again. Unpigmented, flawless teeth nipped at her lower lip as she fiddled with the seal, only to have it snatched away by an impressively quiet stalker of the night. She whipped around, gasping for a second then letting out a relieved laugh when her eyes took in Kaleb. His long hair framed his face and his sepia eyes radiated this unreal heat as she stared into them like a starved animal.

Likely akin to her other friends, she was sure the winsome young man who spent more than his fair share of time in the principal's cubicle felt misunderstood frequently. It was written all over his face, sober or not. And more often than not, Jaylene could relate and had a sort of clairvoyance about her; an upward and intuitive acumen she barely spoke on because she feared being - well, invasive.
He was another twisting intricacy that intrigued her much like the rest of the group. From where he stood, close to Jaylene and emanating good vibes of bliss and being comfortably turned out, he was making her anxious.

She snapped herself out of it and remembered to breathe, "Wh - hey! Yeah, yeah. Sharing is caring, now let me get a bump bay, please, God only knows I need it." Her whimpering subsided as she grabbed the bag. She dipped her dainty finger in, too eager to regain enough resolution to make a line. Her digit was tiny enough to get a sizable hit as she pressed it to her nostril, snuffling the fine particles and wiggling her nose in a bunny-like manner to respond, "No. Probably off getting rammed by Mordecai. At least someone's getting lucky."

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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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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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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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"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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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

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

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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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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 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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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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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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Maddie left Love's house pumped while smoking weed in her car. It was pretty dark out and her friends were going to be beyond mad at her, but she will be whacked out and laugh at them. At a stop light she finished inhaling the last part of her leaf and tossed the excess out the window. She left them open to let smoke out. Now she was high and she was going to see the people she loved the most. Driving down to the road she parked with all the other cars. She turned off the ignition and jumped out of the driver seat onto the pavement. "I'm here bitches!" She shouted loud enough for them to hear her wherever they were.

Next to her she could see one of her friends on the floor. She smiled and skipped over to her. It was Jaylene. Jaylene didn't look high anymore so it won't be fun to mess around with her and things, but like a best friend she went over to her. "Hey hottie. Why so down?" She asked slowly as she sat down next to her. Her other friends would have to wait since Jaylene was closer. If they loved Mads then they would come over to her.

((Short and bad! I know. Just needed something to say. Sorry!!))

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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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Kaleb Dean Sivaj


Avery had come to Kaleb's side where he hovered over Summer. He couldn't help but to feel a little annoyed - wishing he could have Summer all to himself. Avery had more of a chance than he ever did with Summer. Hell, Avery and Summer made sense! But it wasn't fair, because as stated before, she was his. Kaleb wasn't sure when he became so possessive, first jealous of Brik now Avery? He shook his head violently, as if trying to cast out the demons from within.

Agreeing with him as she walked away, he heard Jaylene say, "She just needs some rest and lots of water. Kaleb will make sure she gets home, right bay?" Was that even a question? Of course he would take care of her. One by one their friends left, and Kaleb let Summer be so that he could tear up camp before leaving.

He started by grabbing a trash bag from his backpack. He had made a mental not that morning to bring it since the cave had been less than lovely the last time they were there. Hoping Summer might awaken while he was picking up trash, Kaleb was just grateful not to find used condoms. Coming across his shirt he had thrown before diving in after Lyfe, Kaleb pulled the gray shirt back on and grabbed his wet jeans from earlier to throw them into the boat before he forgot about them.

Bones had remained at Summer's side - nursing her. It didn't surprise him that Avery had stuck around, she cared about Summer probably just as much as he did. It just all seemed so unfair, he thought, running a hand through his hair. But eh - that was life.

As he dumped a bucket of dirt over the fire, the flames were smothered and a voice echoed across the lake "I'm here!" sounding like none other than Madeline. "Bout damn time." He mumbled to himself, loading up their boat with his belongings as well as Summer's and the bag of trash. "Come on Bones, I need you to hold her head on the boat - it isn't big enough for her to lay down." How ironic that he was the one to be setting it up so Avery could be even more so intimate with the girl that they both had these strange feelings for.

It took them a few minutes to get adjusted, but when they did Kaleb hopped into the boat and began to paddle to the other side. Most of his other friends avoided the boats - opting for the path that went around the lake. Kaleb enjoyed taking the boat across the lake. Although it was physical exertion - it was still calming. Before he knew it they were across the lake and once more Kaleb was gathering Summer into his hands. He had parked in a completely different area than the others, so he didn't run into the others as he sweetly propped up Summer in her seat. He even reclined the chair and buckled her up.

How he had managed to do all this he wasn't sure. Kaleb was faded - truly. For some reason he'd always been the type of person that you wouldn't know if he was fucked up or not because he acted the same way either way. Unlike Brik who was a sourpuss until he got a few shots in him. Throwing the bag of trash in the bed of the truck, Kaleb gave Avery a hug goodbye before she walked of toward her truck and let Kaleb do the rest.

It wouldn't be the first time Kaleb ended up taking care of the girl. They were neighbors, and often got fucked up together - it was inevitable that Kaleb would end up coming to her rescue. He put the truck into drive and swung around onto the dirt road that led out of their hidden oasis and onto a paved path. On his way he saw where everyone else had packed, sure enough there was Maddie. As he drove past he honked his horn, flicking the girl off with a smirk on his face. "You missed to party Mads." He yelled out the window, then returning his focus to the road.

It wasn't as hard to drive as he expected, the roads were pretty clear, the hard part was divvying his attention between all the potential hazards and the spacey high. As he drove it looked as if he were in one of those pop up books, as if he had fallen down the rabbits hole and into a phycadellic story book. Once he finally reached Summer's, Kaleb sighed in relief, they had finally made it! He went to open and unlock her front door first, then returning to carefully extract her from the car and into his arms once more. Every time he had to do this, it was like a sick little tease to him. As if to say "haha- close but no cigar", bitterly he shook his head as he kicked the door behind him and carried her up the steps.

Her room had clothes strewn all over, as if in her high earlier while changing she had torn apart her closet. Her bed was clear though, so Kaleb neatly laid her on the mattress, throwing aside her boots and pulling up the blanket to her waist. He understood that most hallucinogenics caused your temperature to rise. Taking his time not to stumble, Kaleb went back down stairs into the kitchen before getting a glass of water that he downed himself before refilling and taking it back to Summer's bedside.

After that he sat on the edge of her bed, just looking at ber. He could blame it on his high, but he probably would've done it anyways. Kaleb knew him and Summer didn't have a chance, but maybe one day (even if its when they're older) she would change...

He shook his head, he already knew the answer to that. He felt ignorant to think other ways. She didn't choose to be a lesbian, it's who she was, just how Kaleb didn't choose to be straight, he just was. Sighing, he stood up, careful not to lose his balance. He glanced one more time to Summer - most of the time she always had this glazed expression, like she couldn't really comprehend what was going on around her. Right in that moment, sleeping in a peaceful state, she was as beautiful as he'd ever seen her. "Goodnight, Summer." He whispered as he slipped out of her room and headed home. On his way he grabbed the trash from the pick up truck and his jacket, tripping over his feet and laughing to himself as he did so. He threw the trash into the first bin he saw, struggling to walk a straight line to his home.

"Oh shit." He said, seeing the light in their living room on. His father would usually either be asleep or on call at this time, the lights signified that Dr. Sivaj had done his annual check to see if Kaleb was in his room before curfew. He did not want to hear his fathers bullshit right now. He never cared, he just wanted a kid to blame everything on and since Kaleb's sister was so perfect that left him with Kaleb.

His predictions were proven when he walked through the door and saw his father with a cigar and a half filled glass of brandy. "Sit down." He said calmly to his son, gesturing to the red couch before him. Kaleb normally would grope about his father's lectures, but the combination of Molly, weed, coke and liquor set him right. Without a care in the world he sat across from his father, smiling a little even.

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"Hey pops, how was your day?" He asked with an overdose of enthusiasm. His father was no dummy, he knew what people looked like strung out. Kaleb's eyes - already so big - were wide open and his pupils dilated only like a druggies could be. His smile felt permanent, like he couldn't shake it off. This only made Kaleb laugh, earning a stern look from his father.

What his father said after that he wasn't very sure, something about being a burn out; amounting to nothing; just like his uncle; unappreciative; disrespectful.... Kaleb just sat there in silence, he had long ago learned that with or without Kaleb's help his father would get himself riled up. "...you and your friends are a menace to society!" For some reason here his father had decided to speak in English, opting for their native tongue before.

He was trying to strike a nerve within Kaleb, which would have probably worked if he wasn't so high. "I'm going to be in my room." Kaleb said simply, lighting a cigarette and leaving his father alone by the fire place to hope the liquor could burn the sorrows that had made him bitter. Kaleb said a prayer to Ala that he would not end up as his father before stripping naked and burying himself under his sheets.

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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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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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Summer Vorhees
Day-Saturday
Time- 11:45am
Weather-Cloudy


Feeling the warmth of the blankets around her made her open her eyes and look around, Summer saw she was in her room and tucked into her bed in her clothes from last night. Last thing she remembered was running through the forest, she guessed most likely Kaleb brought her home. She saw a glass of water by her bedside and she istantly drank it down. She hated feeling so hot and the headache pounding in her head was making her want to curl back under her blankets in the comfort of her bed but she knew she wouldn't be able to. Her body was shaking from the lack of drugs in her system, she needed to take care of that before she saw any of her friends. Speaking of friends she wanted to go see Mordicai and Madi since they weren't there last night.

Climbing out of bed she walked over to her dresser, opening the top drawer there was all kinds of drugs piled up in the back. She popped a couple of pills then took out her weed and grabbed some skins before she went over to her desk and sat down. She turned on some music, Skrillex was what she decided to listen to as she got a few joints made. She always liked to have some ready throughout the day. Once she had a few done she grabbed her cigarette box and stuck them in, leaving it on the desk and went to get dressed.

She looked through her clothes before deciding on a quarter sleeve shirt that went down to the middle of her thighs, it was black and had a white skull on it, she also picked out a pair of white leggings and black flats. She laid them onto her bed then headed for the shower. When she looked in the mirror she couldn't help but laugh at what she saw. Her hair was everywhere and her makeup was running bad, she looked awful. She took a cold twenty minute shower and then got dressed. She pulled her hair into a messy bun and put on some light makeup, once she was ready she grabbed her bag and phone and headed downstairs.

She hasn't seen Bella for a couple days and wondered how she was doing, she took out her phone and saw no messages. All her friends probably was still passed out or something. She decided to send Kaleb and Bella a text. Choosing Kaleb's name she quickly wrote out a message Hey wild man thank you for takin care of me last night. Your the best. Goin to check on Mordi, what r the plans for the day? Any parties? After she sent the text she found Bella's name Hey Bells. Where ya been?.

After sending the text she ran back upstairs and grabbed her carton of cigarettes that had her weed in it then went back downstairs then outside. It was cloudy out but it was still nice out, not too hot but not too cold. She decided to walk because Mordi's house was only a couple blocks away and she rather be walking then driving. She took out one of the joints and put it in her mouth, lighting it up she looked over to the house she was passing. Kaleb. She wondered if he was awake or not. Out of the guys she couldn't help feel closest to him and she didn't know why, he just was always around when she needed someone, she loved Brik and Tristan they were like brothers to her also but Kaleb, he was something different she just couldn't figure out what.

As she smoked she felt the high coming on, her body becoming more relaxed and no longer shaking. She wondered what her friends had planned for today, their weekends were always packed with funs things and usually no one had to worry about being alone. After fifteen minutes of walking she finally came to Mordi's house, she knocked on the door but no one answered. She thought she remembered Mordi mentioning his parents were going to be gone or something, she turned the doorknob and found it was unlocked.

"Mordi! You fucker didn't come last night, you missed out on my..." she walked through the house as she was talking, opening Mordi's door she stopped mid sentence as she saw her friend spread out on the floor with vomit running down the side of his mouth. "Mordi!" she scremaed and went to his side, his hand was freezing as she grabbed it and she saw no signs of breathing. She screamed and shook her head, she started shaking bad and was unsure of what to do. "This is not real, this can't be fucking real" she muttered thinking it may be the drugs messing with her head.

BAcking herself against a wall she stared at the body for what seemed like forever, she just wanted to wake up from this nightmare. Mordi could not be dead! She just saw him the other day, he was laughing with her about something. She wished she could remember what they were laughing about but she was too fucked up to remember. Tears ran down her cheek, she knew her makeup probably was running but she didn't care. She couldn't think...couldn't move. It was all too much for her.

Taking out her phone she quickly dialed Soda's number, it went right to the voicemail "Jay...Soda...I dont know what to do...Mordi..." she started crying as she left the message "help...its bad....not moving" she probably didn't make any sense but she couldn't keep going. The message ended and she dropped the phone. Her eyes were glued to the body that was in front of her, if only they came to Mordi's instead of lakeside last night maybe he would still be alive. This was her fault. While she was tripping out on acid Mordi was chocking on his own vomit. She slapped her forehead and tried to stop hee body from shaking but there was no point, she couldn't stop.

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Character Portrait: Jaylene Sullivan Character Portrait: Summer Vorhees Character Portrait: Mordicai Love

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Image Sieved sunlight woke her up. "Fucking - skylights. Why did they have to be in - " She tossed an elbow as if it would frighten the sun into hiding. Green eyes ruined with bloodshot taint rolled open and upward, "Every room." Shivers speckled Jaylene's tan skin as she crawled away from the toilet to grab the edge of the tub and throw herself in. With her clothes still on and the shower curtain only half shut, she turned the water on. Searing drops hit her skin, burning it to her hearts content. "Oh, that's the stuff," she groaned to herself happily and peeled away her soaked shorts and tank top.

As she pulled herself out, spinning around to wrap up with a towel, she looked up to the ceiling window again. Murky clouds were filling the firmament and taking the sun captive. Decidely upon the appearance of the sky, she blow dried her hair and wiggled into an impossibly tight pair of high waisted blue jeans. She trotted around topless until her eyes snagged a white tube top bra in her endless heaps of clothes. Eager hands snatched it and slid it on from where she stood beside her closet. Shaking a shirt from a hanger, she stretched it before her to examine its sheer, white material and the open reverse of it. "Meh," she sighed and pulled it on, the breeze catching the nearly bare flesh of her back.

She thought she heard a text coming in, but upon further examination of her phone, she found a voicemail. Even contemplating saying 'good morning' to her friends, she unlocked the phone. Cocking an eyebrow, she dialed out and muttered, "No one ever leaves me voicemails." The operator's dull voice was cut short as an urgent communique came through. It was Summer's painfully sober voice, blubbering something that was broken up by static - "Not breathing." Dead.

Dead. She forgot to breathe. The call was still in session when she jammed the device into the side of her bra and rubbed her face fervently in the mirror, wondering how anything like that could even happen. "It's probably just another bad trip or something," she tried to reassure herself as her bones went rigid and her veins iced over, "I'll just go check." She pulled her hair into a messy bun, barefooted as she ran to the car that was parked crookedly from a few hours prior.

Muddying her brain, the recollections of the night before and now Summer's worried, choked up ramblings had her anxious. The car squealed as it whipped around a bend and braked viciously in front of Mordicai's. He's not dead, he's fine, he just took too much and blacked out. She closed her eyes and nodded while she gathered herself, her feet slapping the cool walkway as she approached the slightly cracked front door. Her abdomen was wrenching in perturbation and nausea induced from prior events. Already the eerily quiet home was too offbeat for anything to be alright. She'd usually pulled up to the house and heard giggling and laughing, the sound of a bass vibrating the home. Especially if Summer was there. Not this - this - ugly stillness that had Jaylene's stomach in knots.

"Summer? Mordi?" One pedicured foot slipped into the door, and then she held the entry frame as she slid between the space of it and the red paneled door. Down the hallway she could make out Summer's croaking vocals and soft sobbing.

Like a bat out of hell, Jaylene sprinted to his bedroom, nearly falling as she toppled into the door to find Mordi slumped wide across the floor with bile littering his young, departed face. Gripping his hand, her dark hair a mess and her eyes red-rimmed, was Summer. "Oh no," Jaylene said without filter, her voice sounding like something out of a grim comedy rather than genuine worry and sorrow. She couldn't validate it all. It couldn't be real. Not able to do anything or stifle a comforting sentiment, she turned so her back faced the two of them and she covered her face.

"Get up Summer," she talked under her breath, her palm pressed so aggressively to her head that it hurt, "Leave him Summer." Always utilitarian rather than humane, Jaylene was a little less warm than her friends. Of course she'd do anything for them - but where Mordicai was now, she could do nothing. "We're fucked if we get caught here with him…" She padded into the door way, her arms extending in each way to hold the framework to keep herself grounded.

Weeping only came in reply to Jaylene's somewhat cold demand. She pivoted slightly, looking over her shoulder with narrowed eyes. Unexpressedly she was going fucking crazy. She took a large step towards Summer, forcefully grabbed under her arm and yanked her to her feet, "We're leaving."

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Character Portrait: Jaylene Sullivan Character Portrait: Summer Vorhees Character Portrait: Mordicai Love Character Portrait: 'Bella Vorhees

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Summer Vorhees

Summer gripped Mordi's hand like her life depended on it "please wake up, wake up" she murmered wishing her words would actually work but Mordi laid lifeless. She could no longer stop her body from shaking. Hearing a familiar voice say her name she looked up to the doorway, trying to say something but all the came out of her mouth was a sob. Soon she saw the familiar face of her friend "its my fault...this is all my fucking fault" she mumbled looking back at Mordi's body.

Soda said something but Summer didn't hear it, she was lost in her mind once again "this is just the drugs...its not real...it can't be real". She didn't want to process that her friend was dead. Jay's voice was heard but again the words she could not make out, it wasn't till she felt a hand grab under her arm and pull her up that she looked back at Soda. She noticed her friend was barefoot and looked sort of unemotional but that was to be expected from the blonde.

"W..we can't just fucking leave him Jaylene" her voice was louder then usual and she never has reallu used her friends full name. The drugs were no longer clouding her mind, she was still shaking but she wasn't sure if it was because of finding her friend dead or from the lack of pills running through her blood stream. "We gotta do something....its my fault...we should fucking came here, instead I chose lakeside...if we came here Mordi would be alive. He would be alive!" she yelled letting her emotions get the best of her.

Jay pulled her out to the front of the house and her eyes kept looking behind her, hoping Mordi would just get up and it all be a joke "its just the drugs right? Just a bad trip...a bad trip...its not real...not real" she kept mumbling uncoherent things as they went outside. Looking up to the sky she took a deep breath in before letting it out, it was all too much for her. She ran over to the closes bush and heaved, anything that was in her stomach came out, she was glad she put her hair up. She can't remember how many times she puked and it got all in her hair, which was a pain to clean.

She took a few unstable steps to Soda "c..can you take me home...I need to drown this all out" her blotchy eyes looked up to Jay "fuck what do we tell the others? I can't do this Jay! Hes dead because of me..none of this would have happened..." she choked on her words, she felt her phone buzz in her pocket. She didn't want to deal with anyone at that moment, but her being Summer she was always at her friends beck and call. She took out her phone and read the message from her sister, shaking her head. At that moment she wanted to chuck her phone and scream.

How could she deal with Bella, her older sister who kept hallucinating her dead friend. No wonder their mother left them, Bella was fucking crazy and Summer...well she was Summer, always in need of a fix lately. Not knowing what was real and what was not. Maybe she was starting to lose it like her sister, crazy genes do run in the family. She wasn't in the mood to deal with Bella ans her Alex. She put her phone back in her pocket and loomed to Jay.

"What do we do Popsey...what do we do?"

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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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Character Portrait: Jaylene Sullivan Character Portrait: Summer Vorhees Character Portrait: 'Bella Vorhees Character Portrait: Lizzie Moore

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Summer Vorhees

Summer was relieved when Soda said she'd take her home, she really just wanted to climb into bed and forget this all happened but she knew she wouldn't be able to. What Soda said hit her hard, they couldn't tell anyone because then they would be blamed. But it was her fault, but she wouldn't say that again in front of Jay. Her friend was already uptight and she didn't need to make it worse. "...everyone around here thinks we're just a bunch of drug-addicted delinquents. But isn't that what they were? They were just a bunch of fucked up teens that relied on alcohol and drugs with messed up home lifes. They were screwed from the beginning.

She let Soda help her in the car and faced the blonde, feeling hands on her face she whimpered a little. Jay's face was so blank when trying to reassure her, she couldn't help but lean into the touch. When Soda finally shut her door and went to the drivers side she leaned her head against the door and let out a deep sigh. Jay and her has always been close, she felt she connected with Jay in a different way then she connected with the others, so of course she was going to do what Jay said. They couldn't tell anyone.

Jay sped through the streets like she always did, Summer loved the times when just Soda and her would go on late night drives, they were always high and Soda always drove. It was an amazing feeling and right now she just wished she could get that feeling back.

As the car stopped she felt the familiar lips of Soda's on her head, hearing Jay's muffled words she reached over and gave Soda anhug "I love you too...please lets take a drive tonight". She knew her friend would be later on, but right now they both just needed to just take a bit and recollect themselves. She got out of the car and watched as Soda pulled away, she didn't turn to her house until the car was no longer in view. Once she turned she saw a familiar girl sitting on the stairs in front of her house, a girl that she didn't think she would see again.

As she got closer she saw the bruise on Lizzie and shook her head, she really just wanted to go into her room down a few pills and lay in bed while she lets heself gwt lost in the high. "Hey Kitten" she said in an unusual unemotional voice, she knew she looked like shit. Makeup running, blotchy face, Summer definately was not herself. "Didn't you move?" She asked as she went inside her house, leaving the door open for Lizzie to come in.

She knew her friend would wonder what the hell is wrong with her. Summer usually was the one helping her friends, always worrying about them or being there when they get in those sticky situations but right now Summer was not herself. "I need something..come upstairs with me" she murmered as she walked up the stairs and into her room. She didn't hear any other noises in the house so she guessed Bella wasn't home yet. "Want something? Im going to get fucked up and hopefully will forget everything" she whispered the last part as she started rummaging through her top dresser drawer. She wasn't usually one to get into the hard stuff but she always had some and at that moment she was glad she had some.

Her friends didn't know about the glass, but at that moment she didn't care if Lizzie saw, fuck she didn't care if anyone saw. She took out the glass and started to crush it up on her desk "ever do this Kitten? its amazing...so amazing.." she whispered as she did a line of the glass. She leaned her head back, letting her hair out of the bun she had it in. "I missed you Kitten" she murmered as she did another line then got up and laid down on her bed. Looking up at the ceiling her mind kept going back to Mordi, she tried to shake the image of her dead friend but it just would not go away.

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Character Portrait: Jaylene Sullivan Character Portrait: Summer Vorhees Character Portrait: Tristan Hale Character Portrait: Lizzie Moore

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Elizabeth Moore


Time seemed to pass by in slow motion, as Lizzie sat on the porch, watching the cloud lazily dance by. Her thoughts rose and fell in joy and in sorrow. So many good memories, and so many bad ones too. She hadn’t even said goodbye to Tristan when she left. Regret made her stomach churn. She never thought that she’d see them again, so wouldn’t leaving without saying anything be better? Of course she had told Summer, and the others, it was only him that she failed to deliever the memo to. He’d catch on, she mused. He’d have some other blond whore in his bed before her bus even left the station. What did she care, anyway? It was just a couple flings, here and there.

They had kept it a secret from everyone else, preferring not to ruin the beautiful circle of friendship that they had. Sex just complicates everything, and though she had more than one thought about sleeping with the others, she had only ever actually done it with Tristan. She pulled her cellphone out, and out of habit she pulled up a text to him. Her thumbs delicately rested over the screen for a couple of moments.

To Tris<3:
Hey, what's up?
Hey, I'm sorry about not saying goodbye... I'm back now though!
Hey, it's Kitten. Miss me?


With a sigh, she gave up on her idea of texting him and returned the phone to her bra. What could she say to him? She shook her head, as if it would rid her of the thoughts, and stood. Just then, she heard the familiar squeal of tires down the road. Jay, you wild bitch. You haven’t changed a bit. Thank God. She couldn’t stop the grin that tugged at her lips. Man, it was awesome to be home and back with her friends. She gave a little wave to the sexy golden haired temptress, but from the distance, or for some other reason, the blonde seemed to completely miss her. She was probably high or something. Lizzie dismissed it without a grudge, and turned her attention to the dark haired siren that stared off at the speeding bullet of a car. She remained standing, tipping her head to the side with a smile, waiting for Summer to turn around and come running to her with a laugh or a smile.

Summer walked towards her, and then past her, shaking her head. "Hey Kitten" came from her lips, but it didn’t sound like the summer Liz knew and loved. The broken girl walked past her in a haze, as if the weight of the world rested on her delicate shoulders. “You look like shit.” "Didn't you move?" Deciding that her usual brassy self was not what Summer was in the mood for, Lizzie tried a different tactic to get the girl to liven up a bit. Obviously something had gone down. Damn. She always missed out on the drama. “Well, don’t sound so thrilled to see me there, Kite,” she teased, following the girl in and bumping the door closed with her hip. "I need something..come upstairs with me.." Liz blinked, stopping in the hallway as Summer began to climb the stairs. Something as wrong. Really wrong.

Worried now, Liz followed her up the steps, resisting the urge to admire her ass due to the situation. "Want something? Im going to get fucked up,” Liz heard her say, watching Summer push the door to her room open and go inside. Liz watched as Kite began to rummage through her top dresser drawer, apparently looking for something. Barely auditable, Lizzie heard her whisper “.. and hopefully will forget everything." Liz was even more worried now. Summer was acting like her sister, Bella, and that was certainly not a good thing. Though Liz was standing in the room, it was like Summer was actually talking to herself.

“Uh…. It looks like you need it more than I do,” she responded, watching wearily as the girl crushed up her drug of choice and purred over the powder. "Ever do this Kitten? It’s amazing...so amazing.." How, Kite… baby girl how far gone are you? Drugs had always been Summer’s thing. Shit, it was their thing. The eight of them were held together by drugs, alcohol, shit families, and Summer. Personally, Elizabeth had never gone past cigarettes. She blamed it on being too in love with herself to do that sort of damage to her body, but the truth was she was scared. Scared to lose herself. To not know when to stop, or worse… Never want to stop. As she stood in Summer’s familiar room, she felt her heart begin to sink as she watched the girl.
They weren’t at a party. Summer wasn’t doing this for fun. She was doing this because she felt like she needed to do it. She wanted to do it. To forget, Kite’s voice whispered in Lizzie’s mind. “No, I haven’t,” she managed to say, bringing herself out of the horror shock that she was in.

After being out of their world for a few weeks, coming back to it, she felt as if she were on the outside looking in… and she was concerned. “I missed you Kitten” “I missed you too, Summer.” Her voice was warm and caring. Seemingly by a miracle, she managed to keep the concern out of her tone. Summer moved to lay on her bed and Kitten seized her opportunity. “Come here, you little snow angel!” With a laugh, she threw herself onto the bed, and over Summer, catching herself on the mattress so as to not crush the girl under her. She grinned down at Summer, noticing how beautiful she looked despite her ruined makeup, red nose, and watery eyes.

“Now, you see here miss thing. Whatever has you down, forget that shit. Kay? Cause, your Kitten is home now. And I’m going to make it all better! Okay? So quit looking like you just watched someone die or something!” she smiled, completely unaware how close to home she was hitting. “My house is fucking awful to be in right now, so here I am.” She paused, grinning down at the girl, hoping that if she made her own mood bright enough, it would brighten the other girl as well. She knew that Summer had seen the bruise. She was too damn good at seeing through Lizzie’s makeup, despite how great Liz is at putting it on. Summer always knew when something was wrong. Maybe it was her superpower.

“So… what are the plans tonight? I know there has to be something going on,” she continued, looking up at the wall in thought. “Or I could just keep you all to myself.” She turned back to the girl and smiled, collapsing on the bed beside her and moving to cuddle up to Summer’s warm side.

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Character Portrait: Jaylene Sullivan Character Portrait: Summer Vorhees Character Portrait: Madeline Starre Character Portrait: Kaleb Dean Sivaj

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Kaleb never was one to use an alarm clock. Even when his father used to pretend to care and force Kaleb to school, he would start his day by the lights of his room being turned on and his blankets ripped from his bed. But now he just slept, and so he did until about noon when he decided to roll out of bed. His hair was sticking up funny and he smelled like lake water and campfire - an oddly comforting combination. He grabbed a towel that hung from the back of his chair, wrapping it around his waist.

Nevertheless he went into the bathroom, still half asleep as he ran the hot water. Last night was a blur, but he was able to piece it together well enough. Looking into the mirror, Kaleb's hands tugged at the skin on his face that seemed to sag with exhaustion. His dreams had been trippy, but his slumber was restless - tossing and turning all night. He would definitely be napping later.

The shower seemed to revitalize him a bit, shaking his head like a wet dog as he walked into the hall way, Kaleb was struck with a memory of Jaylene. "I care for him like you do for Kite..." - had she really said that, or was it some kind of drug laced ramble that he had misheard? It made sense, both Kaleb and Jaylene played the 'don't fuck the crew' mindset, perhaps Brik was Soda's forbidden fruit as Kite was his. Once again he wrapped the towel around his waist, opening the door into the hallway and letting the steam roll out of the bathroom. Surely his father would complain later how the condescension on the walls from the steam would damage the walls, but luckily Dr. Sivaj had already left for the Hospital to save lives to avoid trying to fix his own.

ImageReturning to his room Kaleb immediately snatched the Marlboro pack that sat on his table along with some of with other vices, lighting the toxic habit and placing the pack into his front pocket along with the Baggie of weed and his lighter. His iPhone pinged from where it sat, firstly seeing that Eliza, a girl he'd occasionally fool around with had texted him and the other one being from none other than Summer from about an hour ago. Smiling he read her words, he would always take care of her. Well a hero has to save a damsel in distress ;) Martin mentioned a party at his parents lake house, idk tho let me text him. I'm ready for whatever this day throws at me, last night was a bust we got to fuck shit up tonight. he clicked send and threw his phone onto his bed before turning to his closet. Once again he opted for a soft tee, this time white. He paired it with slim fit khaki's, cuffing them at the ankles so the hem neatly framed his ankles to meet the brim of the dark grey suede boots he wore. Once again he adorned his wrist with bracelets, and his tan Fossil watch.

Snatching a black button down sweater, Kaleb remembered to grab his phone and wallet on his way out. The maid was cleaning in the living room as he thundered down the steps past her, avoiding eye contact. He was sure he looked hung over, but some left overs would set him right. Like any boy so righteously should on a day after getting fucked up, he delighted in his feast. Shrimp in lobster rice over rice? Gone. Cheesecake? Gone. Pesarattu? Ha - like it had a chance. However as the boy leaned back in his seat, rubbing his belly in content, he couldn't resist cursing his father's traditional ways restricted pork or steak being available at home. A prime rib sounded real good right now.

Laughing to himself, Kaleb left the mess for the maid to clean up and walked out the house. The drugs still had a morning after affect - like idgaf X 10 kind of way. His father had long ago taken away the car from Kaleb, hiding the keys somewhere Kaleb had yet to find.

He grabbed his bike from the garage, wheeling it down his driveway and pausing to call Dante - the Xanax connect.

"yo."

The answer was short, as usual. Squinting into the sun Kaleb said "I need 50." Kaleb simply said. He had $87 in his pocket, so this deal would leave him with $37 in cash and a worry free day. Well worth the cash.

"Yea I'll be there in 15."

That was the one thing Kaleb always enjoyed about dealers, they were always short and to the point. Hanging up, Kaleb put his phone in his pocket and began to peddle to the run down bridal shop 16 blocks over to meet Dante. Unfortunately his horrible smoking habit made Kaleb become short of breath easily, even with such a mild exercise. Nevertheless when he reached the meeting point and Dante wasnt there, once again Kaleb sparked another square.

ImageHe sat on the ledge against the metal door next to the brick wall after resting his bike down. His eyes stayed alert as he waited, throwing the cigarette down the alley once it was finished. Finally the drug dealer came into sight, Kaleb withdrew his wallet and withdrew the $50, smiling as the man approached him. "What up, you good?" They exchanged their belongings in a slick hand shake/hug hybrid, idly chatting for a moment before Kaleb said - "Alright Man, I'm going to see you."

Dante nodded, "Aight Kale - here, take this blunt, for being such a good customer." Dante pulled a fresh foil pack of white owls with most likely a prerolled blunt. It hasn't been the first time Dante had done that, Kaleb did love his Xanax and weed. "Thanks bruh." Kaleb said, taking the foil pack and stuffing it into his pocket. Dante turned to walk toward the other end of the alley as Kaleb began to bike toward by where Maddie lived.


To: Mads
Good morning beautiful, wake and bake?

If she wouldn't hit him back up before he reached her house, Kaleb had no problem clambering up to her window to make his presence known. Wouldn't be the first time he had woken up his friends by knocking on their window ready to pass them a blunt.

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Character Portrait: Jaylene Sullivan Character Portrait: Summer Vorhees

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The clouds passed to and fro while the sun tried to fight its way through heavy and dark mantles. Jaylene pulled her elbows up and crossed her arms over her face, her jade eyes closed. Like a sponge, her mind was sopping up the monstrosities she'd experienced and taken part in. The little angel on her shoulder wept for the detriment and ruin of its young, lively and potentially ambitious lady. On her right shoulder, however, a horned figment of the imagination heaved with laughter and triumph. She pushed her hair and flipped it towards her shoulders, knocking them both away so that the battle in her conscience would go silent.

Her phone buzzed and made a disturbing clamoring noise on the hood of the car. Bursting open, wide eyes expressed agitation. She grabbed it blindly and turned off the power, not wanting to see who it was, not wanting to discuss anything. The spring air refused to warm or enliven. It continued to suspend above Jaylene in damp, heavy fog.

Just a few blocks away from most of her friends, she contemplated going to see someone. Maybe it could console her, just seeing one of them. Alive, happy, hung over - anything. What her eyes befell just one or two hours ago was eating her from the inside out. And it was gnawing at her brain with ugly probabilities of death and misfortune. It wasn't until those potential risks played havoc on her that she realized any of them could die. With that being said it was highly unlikely Jaylene could handle it over again, no matter the circumstances. Death just selfishly reaching its disgusting claws into her life wasn't something she could comprehend or leisurely accept.

Happy chirps of birds who were active irregardless of the weather hung in the atmosphere. The denim of Soda's pants had even been slightly pressed by the wet air; she thanked herself for putting her hair up in a bun. Had she not, it would be a frizzy and untamed mess.

With her phone off and no watch, there was no way to tell how long she had been laying by the playground. She didn't need to worry about questioning stares or whispers - the deplorable weather kept giggling children and their first aid kit-wielding parents away. Inhaling deeply and almost tasting the weather, Jaylene compressed her feelings inwardly to store them away in a figurative lockbox. She was oddly blank and wiped of emotion. But worries existed, the utmost being Kite. Jaylene was scared for her friend. For the fear that Summer might go off the deep end.

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Summer Vorhees

Summer was starting to feel a little bit lighter, the drugs were starting to hit her hard now, she was glad to be in the arms of her friend. She felt safe, a feeling she hasn't been exactly feeling lately. She turned again to face Lizzie and saw the girl had a few tears in her eyes. Summer didn't like to see her friends upset or hurt because it hurt her "sweetie...whats wrong" she kissed her friends cheek and then wrapped an arm around Lizzie. The drugs were starting to make her feel jittery, everything was starting to blur for her.

She tried to focus on her friends words as Lizzie was talking but she was only able to hear bits and pieces …I’m not just a teenage burnout,. "Oh but I am" she thought outloud. She was starting tonfeel restless, the emotions from before were starting to leave her. The images of her dead friend were still there but she could no longer feel anything for the loss of her friend.

Kitten rolled away from her but Summer wanted physical touch, she wanted to be close to someone, anyone. She moved so her head was now on Lizzie's chest, with an arm around the girl. “I have secrets too, Kite…" she turned her head to look to Lizzie "don't we all...all of us has one or two secrets that we haven't shared, secrets that your afraid your closes friends will judge you on" she sighed and laid her head back down on her friends chest. "We are so close to each other but sometimes I feel like I am a stranger to y'all" she whispered softly.

The feeling of bugs were walking on her skin started, she started to twitch and pick at her skin. Lizzie's voice once more came into focus "I…. I’ll tell you, if you tell me yours…But you’re here, and I’m here… if you aren’t too afraid to keep me.” It was all broken up to her, she could only make sense to a few things Lizzie said. "You'll always be my Kitten" she murmered as she tried to figure out what else to say. Mordi popped into her head, the face she saw just an hour ago was haunting her. The Soda popped into her head, she couldn't tell anyone she just couldn't. She promised Jay but she did have other secrets that were tearing down on her.

"Im a virgin" she said in a low voice, it was her safest secret to tell. The other ones she wasn't ready for anyone to find out. She didn't look at Lizzie, she was afraid to see the girls reaction. No shes never mentioned having sex but her friends have seen her dancing with other girls at partys and wandering off, so they just assumed she did. If only they knew it was more likely she was getting higher then a kite and getting more addicted to the drugs. If only they knew.

Her phone buzzed in her pocket and she pulled it out, looking at the screen she saw a text from Kaleb. A party tonight. She wasn't sure anymore if she wanted to party, she just really wanted to be drugged up and who knows what else. Her mind was beginning to fog as she typed up a text to Kaleb. I don't know she hit the send button and wondered if that made any sense to Kaleb. What did she not know? Did she not want to party or was it more of a bigger picture, did she not know anything anymore?

She felt like everything was spinning, sitting up she felt a hit of nausea. Looking to Lizzie "I...I..." she couldn't finish as she jumped off the bed and made it to her garbage can and threw up. Though there really wasn't anything except bile that came up, she couldn't remember the last time she consumed something that was nutricious. The drugs didn't make her have an appetite for food, it made her have an appetite for many other things. She kept heaving, she fwlt everything was spinning and it wouldn't stop. Things were crawling on her skin and she couldn't stop it, she kept picking at her skin but the bugs just wouldn't leave her alone. "Make them stop...Make them stop Kitten!"

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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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ImageWhat would her mother say? Jaylene wouldn't tell her. Ever. But of course if Mrs. Sullivan had some clue, she'd approach it in the least abrasive and confrontational way possible, probably nourishing the pain with tailored cupcakes and her pappy, slightly twanged voice. 'Honey this is a part of life - this too shall pass. Oh! Hold that thought, babe, gotta' take this call'.

"Aaagh," the the fair-headed girl groaned as she let herself slide - god damn laws of physics, "Man." What happened was tangible. Why couldn't she just receive it without reluctance? As her legs lost their safe surface and her feet began to descend towards the pavement, she palmed her car and stopped herself from slipping off the hood completely. The flesh of her toes had turned wan, bare and exposed to the vaporous draft. She tilted her head and rubbed a hand against the back of her hair, adjusting the messy bun a little. Wiggling her feet, she glanced to her black-screened phone by her thigh, "I should talk to someone." Admitting this to herself aloud made her immediately reconsider. No. No. Not fucking likely.

She wanted back the world she adored. Not the one where her highs were brought down by bullshit and bad vibes, not the one where she found one of her best friends departed and empty as a victim of themselves. It was a hideous world.

For the first time she could openly admit that her heart was aching. Figuratively and physically it throbbed with astronomical pain. The cataclysm had been hitting her in slow, agonizing phases since she spilled out of Mordi's house and it was getting no better. She had to make it stop, she was sure there was something she could do. Going to any of her friends like this would be a horrible idea. As she looked to the road where she could even discern some buildings and street signs she recognized, she bit her lip, "Shouldn't I just go see…"

No, you shouldn't go see them. That's all there is. Do you want to fucking spill your guts and end up in jail, you retard? Where are you really gonna' go, who would really listen and understand? Summer is probably ripped out of her mind, you're gonna' stay right here and think this one out.


With a slight wiggle, she mumbled and let gravity take her earthbound. She got to her feet, pulling at her shirt and fanning away the dampness it acquired while laying on her car. Mist painted itself in circles to enclose the playground. Instead of being amiable and bright, the children's fortress was almost macabre looking, the way it was claimed by nature's villainy. It would likely be something Kaleb would find beguiling, that Avi would shiver at, and Summer would say, "Rad," to. Jaylene's mental assessment of her friends made her smile weakly. But, yes, the climate and conditions were fitting for the affliction she was suffering.

She hoped no one needed a ride from her, or something else. Turning around to face the car head on, she reached upward to retrieve her phone. Her finger just barely touched the power button, then she had second thoughts and put it back in her pocket while she padded towards the swing set. She still had plenty of thinking to do. And for the time being, the park, neglected near the woods, was a primary location to do it.

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Held by thick chains, the swing oscillated, brandishing a leg-pumping Jaylene. She hadn't become aware of her mindless accelerating, much like when she drove, until the swing was taking her so high she could have rounded the bars if she wanted. Ceasing all motion in her legs, she let them fall back against the breeze as she rocked back and forth while the swaying decreased in momentum. Soon it had slowed enough for her to wait until its last ascension, then lept into the air and landed on her feet in wet wood chips. Luckily for her, they had softened due to the damp air.

Impact rocked her senses, shooting pains from her feet up to her brain. Jittering, she hissed and then took a look around the vacant, murky playground. She plodded back to her car painstakingly, then dug around in the glovebox until she found a jewelry box fit to hold earrings.

She pursed her lips and with a 'pop!' pressed the rim of the mini chest, allowing it to give way. Her flesh felt like it was crawling with morning and afternoon dew, added on to that sensation was the mucky feeling of death. Jaylene felt inclined to take ten scalding showers back to back - just to rid herself of the repugnant impression that was bore into her implacably. As she looked into the box, her face was swept of the grimness and a smug simper spread across her plump, nude lips. She certainly had a cure for her desolation.

With anxious anticipation, she rolled her shoulders. She set the little box on the dashboard to yank her phone from her pocket and press the power button. As her inbox filled and the device vibrated, she began curing herself.

After two magnanimous bumps, Jaylene was flying. Due to her adaptations, she didn't act ridiculous when she was high. In fact, rather than be a dare devil or do anything stupid, she just unwound. When she was unraveled, she was more open, welcoming and talkative. The scary thing about Jaylene doing coke wasn't the hazard of the drug itself. It was the fact that she remained frighteningly calm while her mind ran rampant and teetered on the brink of madness. The drug wasn't unnerving, Jaylene was.

Wiggling her nose, she sniffed fervently and sagged into the driver seat of the BMW with blitzed grace. Support offered by the cushion of the driver seat suddenly felt like heaven, and the rush she was getting whipped a mighty roller over her previous notions. And like that - they were gone. Image

For a long time the phone continued to drone with messages. It was as though she fell off the face of the earth for a week, but in reality it had only been a couple of hours. However, even Jaylene wasn't aware of just how much time she had wasted lingering in the park. "Damn," she grunted as she looked at her dwindling bars of service. Was the park really that bad of a dead zone? It was so close to the towers. Shrugging, she ignored everything sent to her by her friends; only one text stood out.

She typed out a response promising an appearance and then sent a brief text to Kaleb:
Bay, meet me at my house for a little game of Snow White? Costume party at the Roxxie tonight. I'll play DD ;)

When she had made it back to her driveway, Vera was outside clipping away at hedges. The petite woman wiped sweat from her brow, barely visible in the thick fog. "Vera it's like six o' clock, what the hell are you doing?" Jaylene mused as she crawled out of her car with a smile.
"These bushes are a mess, Jay," she muttered, continuing.
"You should take a goddamn break. You act like there's cameras or something."
"Ha. Ha. " Vera snipped away still.
"Seriously," Jaylene slid past her and up the walkway, "Go rest."

For what seemed like hours Jaylene tore through her extensive, cramped closet. She wasn't really one to dress up in 'costumes'. In fact, despite her steady 'income' she rarely wore anything too flashy unless the occasion was something particularly noteworthy. She uncovered a pair of suspenders and fake glasses, muttering, "Fuck it," as she threw them onto her bed.

She plugged her phone in to charge after texting Summer:
Cheer up baby, we're going to get ripped tonight. Costume party at the Roxxie. Wanna match? Doin some sort of nerd gone nympho outfit. See you there. xoxo

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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 Vorhees

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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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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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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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: Jaylene Sullivan Character Portrait: Madeline Starre Character Portrait: Avery Campbell Character Portrait: Kaleb Dean Sivaj Character Portrait: Lizzie Moore

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One of the things Kaleb enjoyed about Madeline was that she was generally laid back. He could enjoy smoking the blunt in silence with another individual without feeling uncomfortable in their silence. At this point Kaleb had logged so many hours with his friends, silence was inevitable. He knew Soda would be getting antsy so he couldn't stay long, but he did want to see Madeline after she hadn't shown up the night before until it was too late.

Mentioning it, Madeline created a false theory in an attempt to flip the script. Kaleb laughed, causing him to cough the smoke he had inhaled. "Mads, you crazy?" He coughed once more, "You know I can't live without you, why would I ever cheat on you." Kaleb said, his tone sincere but a glint of humor in his eyes. Shrugging he turned back to the window, "it was a bust anyways - everyone was late, Brik had a shitty attitude when he got there and basically tried to kill himself - yea I know it gets worse though. I pull him from the water and pump his chest, he starts throwing up blood and water and I swear on everything Maddie I heard him say so close, like he wanted to die or something!" Kaleb hadn't realized that he had the memory of Brik's words once revived until that moment, but it was clear as day now. The two had wound up both laying in Maddie's bed, side by side and facing the ceiling as they spoke. Their arms were touching, but neither of them would move away from each other. Kaleb enjoyed the closeness he had with his girl friends, liked being accepted into their boundaries. If they weren't used to Kaleb's ways by now they'd never have a chance. Hitting what remained of the blunt, Kaleb continued, "THEN Jaylene pretty much over did it on the coke, starting throwing up.....Summer went missing and I'm trying to piece Soda back up so Brik goes looking for her...:ends up finding her passed out in the woods so I had to take her home and put her to bed. It was so messed up Mads," he took her hand into his, looking over to her and into her big brown eyes, "If you guys would've been there I wouldn't have been the only one who can hold my own well enough to babysit others." Kaleb loved his friends dearly, but more often than not Kaleb found himself taking care of his other friends instead of enjoying his own high.

He listened to Madeline, but suddenly his mind was on the time, and the weed was gone. "Shit!" Kaleb sat up, running a hand through his hair. "Jay's going to kill me, I told her I'd be coming over. You know how impatient she is." Kaleb said, Madeline would understand as well as the rest of their group. You did not want to keep Jaylene waiting. Kissing Madeline on the cheek, Kaleb made sure he had all his belongings before readying himself in her window to climb down the tree. "Oh - before I forget, costume party at Roxxie's I guess. I don't know, ask Soda, I don't have a costume though." He had a few expired Halloween costumes, but only a few he could even still fit. For right now, all he had to worry about was getting to Jaylene's.

It didn't take long to pedal there, and when he did he knocked on the door loudly, already knowing it was locked. Unlike Summer who welcomed all into her home, Jay seldom even welcomed people into her life, plus her mother was more present than Summer's, instilling some security habits. He looked at his text in the meantime, seeing he had one unread text from way earlier that he had overlooked because the number wasn't saved. Supposedly Kitty was in town now. Kaleb hadn't seen the beautiful girl in what felt like eons, and although he valued their friendship and cared for her, he did not share the same fierce protectiveness for her like for his other girls. The ones who didn't leave him. Despite his protests, Kaleb was a very sensitive man child, who didn't take well to abandonment, and to him the only ones that mattered was Kite, Mouse, Mads and....Soda opened the door, greeting him. "Sorry I took forever guerra, smoked something with Mads." Although Kaleb didn't speak Spanish, he thought the word guerra was so humorous he decided to work it regularly into his vocabulary, mostly at Soda who's brazen blonde made her recessive genes the epitome of being Caucasian. He was prone to racial slurs, mostly following it up with a 'hey! I'm brown- i can say that.' Normally when he was drunk. Kaleb never meant harm, but sometimes he'd do it without realizing.

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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 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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With Jaylenes formal gesture for him to step in, Kaleb did so, leading himself to her room while Mitzie's paws could be heard scrambling down the hall. Soda revealed her stash, making Kaleb smirk victoriously. "I am getting so smashed tonight...." He said in a sing song voice, mostly to himself. "I only have one white girl I really fuck with, though." Kaleb said, accepting the hard back from Jaylene and using it to crush the crystals into a fine powder.

He watched as Jaylene finished getting ready, wearing some sexy geek combination. The thought of Jaylene being a nerd made him laugh to himself, his dark eyes taking in her outfit. She was like this golden vision, even though her outfit was undeniably sexy, it wasn't the overly skanky sort of get up most girls their age dressed. Despite her irresponsible tendencies, Kaleb did see Sodapop as a woman, and dressed so provocatively he would have to be gay to not enjoy the view.

A white fur ball hurdled to him, nearly knocking the book where he had crushed enough for both him and Jaylene. "Damn, Mitzie." Was all he said, swiftly elevating the book with one hand and using the other to scoop up the pup. Kaleb tossed the dog into the air, laughing as she fidgeted in the air only to land back into his hand. "Calm your shit, fucker." Kaleb said in an almost comically formal tone, tossing the animal onto Jay's bed, watching it bounce on the mattress. Kaleb had a bit of a soft spot for babies - humans, chickens, dogs, cats, etc... They were so cute! But instead of cooing and tickling to show his endearment, Kaleb liked to play rough. He always did.

Finally getting the chance, Kaleb made two neat lines, leaving Jaylene's portion in a pile. Jaylene went on to talk about costumes, half listening he rolled the same bill he used to snort Xanax into the same straw form. "I don't even know," Kaleb took the first line, seriously considering what to wear. Kaleb didn't normally put much effort into his look, instead just sort of throwing something together. If he had been able to invite Eliza, they could've gone as Ariel and Erik - something they would always be told by at least one person when going out on a date. However he had ignored Eliza's text earlier, which meant she was angry now, so he should wait a few days when she started to miss him to text her back. "I have this Aladdin costume - it's stupid, I bought it to go to that Halloween party with Jasmine last year." The girls name was Jocelyn, but Kaleb had just remembered her as the girl who he dressed as Jasmine and Aladdin with. The outfit was complete with white billowy pants, a purple vest and a red cap. There had been a stuffed monkey sown onto the vests' shoulder, but Kaleb had ripped it off before going out in public.

Jaylene mentioned the boys getting attention and Kaleb couldn't resist laughing. "Please, us? Have you seen yourself?" He said in all seriousness, taking his last line and placing the hard cover on the edge of her dresser, pointing to the remaining yayo as an indication that it was her turn. Rubbing his nose, once again Kaleb began messing with Mitzie on the bed. Her paws were so little, and even though her sharp puppy teeth hurt when she gnawed on his finger, the way the animals body would twist in a poor attempt to dominate his hand was just so adorable he didn't want to let the dog go.

The mixture of the drugs started to wrench in his gut. As an avid drug user, his tolerance was abnormally high much like his other friends. Although his glazed expression might tip someone off to Kaleb's state, besides that Kaleb seemed perfectly fine. Jaylene was trying to get the show on the road, which he understood as much. "Yea I'm going to run in my house and change when we get Summer." Kaleb said blankly, smiling just a second too late. His delayed reaction made him laugh at himself, running a hand through his hair. "You want some bars?" Kaleb pulled out the baggie of the remaining pills. They left him feeling smooth, gliding across the room to grab Soda's hand, spinning her.

"Gorgeous." He said honestly, looking her up and down. Kaleb didn't deny his girl friends were some of the best looking females in their town, and they were all his.... Except Jaylene. Once again remembering her words on her feelings for Brik, Kaleb pulled the girl into his arms, holding her tight. "Now what's this I hear about Kite and me?" He decided to start there, knowing Jaylene that's all he had to say. The drugs would say the rest.

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Heavy clouds rolled out like the empyrean's own personal royal carpet, only more minatory and inky. Soon the misfits would be out to play and turning club Roxxie upside down. Part of Jaylene couldn't wait and the other half was screaming from beneath her sternum to just stay home. Mordi's death was weighing on her better half and she'd stop it promptly. Cocaine would have a battle with her conscience and clinch first place as always, leaving Jaylene cool and sloshed while she vibed to the music. So really, basically, she couldn't wait.

She just hoped it wouldn't be a bust. Well acquainted with her level of tolerance for bullshit, Jaylene was one hundred and ten percent positive that if anything came out of left field with potentially suicidal or harmful behavior she'd throw the towel in. The only person exempt from that cold shoulder treatment was Summer. Jaylene planned to keep an eye on her and make sure the girl was wiped of the tragedy even if only for a few hours.

"And I only have one Kaleb that I fuck with," she replied teasingly and continued, "Just kidding. You know you're my soul mate - or whatever."

"Damn, Mitzie." Soda whipped around to scold her pup who immediately flattened her little triangular ears to her head and widened her eyes before being lightly tossed and played with. Again the little milky triangles stood right up; if dogs could grin, Mitzie was doing exactly that. She was wooed by Kaleb's charm. No surprise there.

The amount of endearment spewing from Mitz and Kaleb was enough to make Soda want to vomit. It was adorable. Setting the dog aside, Kaleb began to frame his accommodation and lower himself to it, his au lait eyes focused in this inexorable and tantalizing way. His complexion had risen to the force of goosebumps after his first line, unbeknownst to him. Jaylene was observing the culminations of the blow he displayed, oddly titillated by it. As his cocoa eyes turned vitreous, she looked away, not wanting to seem like a total fucking creep. His voice ascended into the air in whisps as he talked about an outfit from last year that he wore to a party. Jaylene pumped her shoulders twice at the notion, still thinking he should just go as himself.

"Please, us? Have you seen yourself?" He discarded the book and gently placed it on the dresser. Laughing, she padded over and used her halved straw to give way to the hunger and send her body into blissful lunacy again. Before she snuffled, she paused and replied, "It wouldn't matter if anyone so much as looked at me. Nobody is dipping their grimey fuckin' fingers into my honey jar. Uh-uh."

Her head was thrown back with the impact of the drug. A nearly inaudible moan escaped her throat as she blinked at the ceiling. She twitched her nose and rebalanced herself to walk back towards the mirror and scrutinize her costume again. "You want some bars?" Before she could answer, her long fingers were engulfed by Kaleb's warm hand, elevated so that she could almost pirouette under his puppetry. Following the smooth movement, she twirled on her tippy toes before dropping to her normal height again as tall, dark and handsome himself wrapped her up in his arms.

"I probably shouldn't. Spitz is going to hook me up and I'm going to be beeeeeeyooooond gone tonight." Grinning, she stuck her tongue in between her teeth and stared up into his eyes. Then it came. Exactly what she was dreading.

"Now what's this I hear about Kite and me?"


Was that jealousy or discomfort welling in her gut? She dug her fingers into his front pockets and sighed. What was she going to say? She couldn't just pawn it off like it was nothing. Mustering up some courage, she breathed, "I know you love her." When the words came from her lips, she almost choked on them, like they were a secret never to be unveiled. "Care about her in a way that's different than the rest of us. The way you look at her just - if anyone doesn't see it they're fucking blind. Time slows and speeds up when she's around all at once. Uh - I…" Groaning, she retrieved only one hand to rub her forehead with humiliation, "I just know because I get that feeling sometimes too with… Stupid stuff so."

Jesus Christ what the hell am I now, a fucking novel by Nicholas Sparks? She crumpled a little and shook her head, still captive to Kaleb's embrace, "We better get going so we're not late."

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Kaleb Dean Sivaj


Kaleb understood Jay's decision to hold off until she met with Spitz to continue consuming drugs. He nodded, stuffing the bag back into his pocket. Kaleb decided tonight he would just be avoiding all hallucinogenics. He didn't have the time or energy for that tonight. A flash of pink came from between her teeth, cutely she was sticking out her tongue.

She wasn't free yet, just as he expected his simple question was more than answered, leaving her as dead weight against his chest. Was it that obvious to everyone how he cared about Summer? Sure he never bothered to censor himself when around her, and his friends weren't complete idiots. He just figured if he flirted with all of them no one would figure him out. But Jay knew.

Mitzie had hopped off of the bed and now made circles around their feet, digging his paws into the fabric of Kaleb's khakis in an attempt to get his attention. Gently pushing the puppy back with his foot, Kaleb created some space between him and Soda. Looking at the woman, he wondered why she never saw more people see her how she was. Constantly she held up with bitchy front, but Kaleb knew who she was underneath all of that. She was beautiful, inside and out. If only she could see what he saw, maybe then Kaleb wouldn't mind bringing girls around his group.

Floating light obstructed his vision, causing Kaleb to shake his head, his dark hair settling in a mess going all sorts of directions. "Maybe I love her, maybe she does make me feel that way..." Kaleb gently used his hand to direct her chin so that she was facing into his eyes, "but baby she ain't you." He felt embarrassed that he had been figured out. It sounded like a sick joke, him being in love with his lesbian best friend. Like he ever had a chance.

Softly he kissed the tip of her nose as she mentioned they should get going, spinning her back out. "Alright poindexter, lets go then." He followed Jaylene out to her car, once again immediately fiddling with the dial for a radio station. Kaleb was very particular about music, there were very few current artists that he enjoyed. A song by Lil Wayne came across the station, and although normally Kaleb disliked the hideous man, this song was alright. "And we smoke that KUSH... Ay! And we ball like swish! ..eh!" The yayo had Kaleb wired, eyes wide and his body bouncing with energy. He imitated making a basket with poor form, when your a druggie it's hard to be an athlete.

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

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ImageHer mind, wild with possibilities and theories, decelerated and calmed as she reminded herself that Kaleb wasn't going to tell anyone what she said. He wasn't like that, never was. She loved him for it, upon endless other lists of beautiful attributes.

She melted in to him as she listened to him talk, then was re-distanced. "But baby she ain't you." Jaylene scoffed, glad that the sentiment was so easily joked about and abandoned. She wouldn't have to discuss anything or anyone else. After he kissed her nose, she looked at him with a weakened expression, almost pleading. Something inside of her fractured, but she couldn't put her finger on it. Or was that some sort of pang of desire? She turned away to scoop up little Mitzie and bring her out to the living room and gate her in until Vera returned from her shrubbery expedition.

"I bet they're going to play nothing but dubstep-y bullshit all night and it's impossible to grind to that shit unless I'm on mollies or something. And I do not need mollies tonight. I better use my feminine charm to persuade the DJ to play Ludacris or something worthy of shaking my ass to." She said as they made their way outside.

Impatiently she nosed the car forward out of the driveway as she looked both ways then lashed out onto the street, gunning it to almost 90 and braking fiercely around turns. But somehow her passengers always remained stable without being strewn about the interior of the car. Jaylene was so used to her car that despite her one-too-many accidents brought on by drug intake, she was a master of her craft. It was never speeding or texting that caused the mishaps, it was always the drugs or the fucking dancing little ghosts. She supposed the two did go hand in hand.

Jaylene would throw her head back and laugh heartily as Kaleb, adrenalized and alluring, sung out loud while the wind coming into the car whipped his hair around. As her car slid into view, she texted Summer to let her know she was there. When the girl pranced out with her face aglow, her locks long, undulated and dark, Jaylene couldn't help but grin with pure awe. It was more of a relief than anyone could fathom - seeing her friend dolled up and wiped of the mood she was in a few hours ago. Of course no one would have known what the two girls witnessed and it was much better that way. While most people would grieve the loss and make sure their people knew, Kite and Soda washed the grief away with substances, music, dancing, and body friction.

Their life wasn't going to change.

When a little kitty cat Avery piled into the back of the BMW beside Summer, Jaylene smiled into the mirror at the two. Quite the adorable couple and man, Avery sure was something. She had gone from a tiny little, adorable girl to a sexy, tempting feline. "Meow," Jaylene pawed at the air and continued, "You two look good enough to eat." As she waited for Kaleb to return, she typed a text to Spitz, letting him know she had the whole crew and she'd be arriving in twenty minutes or less. She was thankful for his invite, it would allow all of her friends to get in without being carded. A lot of places turned them away because they were under twenty one and it was a major pain in the ass considering Jaylene liked the atmosphere much more than house parties. But Spitz had the key to all of her desires and hooked her and her friends up.Image

The bass from the looming building shook her car as she parked, excitement brewing in her blood. Standing outside of the doors where a line wound from the entrance around the block was just the man Jaylene was looking for. She hardly said anything as she leapt from her car and scampered over to the tall, mocha-skinned stranger with Raybans, a snapback and a Polo scarf.

"I thought you was gonna' keep me waitin' all night," he called out just before she jumped into his arms like a child.
"I'd never." Jaylene smiled as his strength held her feet off the ground.
"I hope you got your beauty sleep, gonna' be turnt out all night here."
"I can't wait," she smiled and wriggled lose to be on her feet again.
"Gimme' a minute, gotta' talk to my boy."

Spitz slipped away, whispering to the bouncer at the door. Jaylene could faintly make out the list of names being given and brief descriptions to the door guard as she waited beside Summer, planting a kiss on her lips and whispering, "Tonight is gonna' be good for us, bay." Spitz carried on with his explanation. In response the broad-shouldered, cliche and slightly generic looking man unlatched the chain to let Jaylene, Avery, Summer and Kaleb in. Leading Jaylene by her hips in the front was Spitz, turning heads like he owned the place. Jaylene yelled over the music back to her friends, strobe lights dancing across her face as she waved specifically at Kaleb and Summer, "I'll be back! Have fun!"

Current song.
"Ayo Ima' need sixty nine real bad girls for my tour bus." The bass hit Jaylene hard as she walked into the music, rolling her hips a little and grinding them into her tour guide.

Music and crowds ate her up as she disappeared, glued to Spitz who toted her on his arm like the world's rarest diamond. The thunderous bass kept everyone dancing; girls in their costumes grated their bodies against friends and strangers, people lined up at the bar for shots and bottles. As Jaylene glided through with Spitz, she felt like she was tripping out when she saw animal masks obstruct her view. Regardless, she wore a haphazard grin that ignited her face and seemed to fascinate the drug dealer who locked his hand onto her hip. They'd gone to a far off corner of the dance floor where there were a few couches and a circular canopy to shroud the little section.Image

He sat her beside him, looking over her and flicking up his sunglasses. From his pocket he brandished a fairly large baggy, undoubtedly packed with goodies to make Jaylene his slave. "This shit is from like fuckin' Aruba. You wouldn't beeeliieeeeve," in a sardonically gentleman-like fashion, he orchestrated two lines on the surface of a small table between them. "Enjoy it ma. You won't even know what hit you."

Leaning over, she pressed her palms onto his knees and crooned, "You're my hero." The whole interaction was hideously paradoxical. Here Spitz was, jeopardizing the well-being of a girl still in high school with cocaine and she was promulgating him as her savior. As if he were doing her a real kindness. By her own discretion, sharing was caring. The two of them gobbled up the lines harmoniously through their nasal passages, throwing their heads up at the same time to lock eyes as it waterlogged their brain and kindled every last nerve in their body. The moment was profound.

When it hit her, it was like nothing she ever experienced before. Though she was calm, she was electrified at the same time. Without words, Spitz guided her to the dance floor where their bodies collided in the variegated, tepid and wild ambience. The world faded away, all but the thoughts of her friends and oddly enough, the way Kaleb had talked to her just before they left her house. Spitz drew the blond girl in, hooking his fingers into the belt loops of her shorts and breathing onto her neck, the closeness causing her fake glasses to fog.

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

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Kaleb Dean Sivaj


Dub step wasn't horrible at raves, tripping out and your body moving in ways you never thought possible. Kaleb agreed it was definitely not something he wanted to hear at the club though. With his luck he would find some sexy college girl who had an erotic fascination with Disney characters. Once they pulled in front of Summer's house, Kaleb wordlessly left the car, jogging to his home three houses down. Luckily his dad wasn't there, so Kaleb didn't have to hear a million questions as to why he was going into the basement. Saving himself time, Kaleb changed as soon as he found the costume, balling up his clothes and throwing it into the laundry room on his way out. The whole process took about seven minutes, and he couldn't help but to be grateful to not be a woman even more so in that moment. His girl friends had spent hours of prepping and he had thrown something on at last minute and slipped on a pair of his fathers traditional leather sandals that seemed to compliment his Arabian get up.

Taking his place in the passenger seat, he seen that Summer had taken a spot in the back seat. His eyes raked over her, a knowing smirk on his face. "If the nerds at our school looked like you guys I would have to start going to school more." He complimented both of the nympho - nerds, winking at Summer. Letting the music fill most of the silence, another set of flirtatious banter once Avery got in the car. Kaleb didn't deny that Avery was beautiful, but his bond was much to platonic for him to truly appreciate her appeal.

But once they reached the club, Kaleb couldn't help but to feel like a P.I.M.P. walking past the line along the front of the club with the three sexy females at his side, one on either side. However despite having Summer on one side and Kite on the other, as Kaleb watched Jaylene run into the arms of some douche he felt knocked back a little, his ego bruised. Eyeing Spitz with reservation, Kaleb didn't bother greeting the guy. He knew him as Jaylene's connect and that's as far as he was interested in that guy. Kaleb appreciated him getting them into the club, but there was something about that guy he didn't like.

Perhaps it had been how he had snatched one of Kaleb's special gems as if they were his own, flaunting Soda across the club like she was his. Douche. He thought again, keeping Avery close to his side so that she wouldn't get trampled on by the moshing crowd that seemed to dominate a section of the club. His eyes bounced from female to female - the ones he had come with and a few bad ones doing their own little thang on the dance floor. Jaylene had returned to them, softly kissing Summer on the lips, and in the drug induced haze he had submitted into and the atmosphere around him Kaleb found himself fascinated by the simple affection he witnessed daily between these girls; Their soft lips melding into one another, both gentle yet sensual, The contrast of Soda's blonde tresses and Summer's dark mane, the way the thin white fabric of Jaylene's shirt stretched across the transition from her breast to her thin torso, the exposed skin of her belly and Summer's body was one Kaleb had memorized all too well.

Jaylene waved, her words inaudible to Kaleb as she followed Spitz around the corner and out of his sight. Now Kaleb didn't enjoy telling others what to do, seeing as he hated when others did that to him. However Kaleb just knew that the trendy dope man was just a little bit too shady. The three of them began dancing together, until inevitably Summer and Avery connected to each other and Kaleb made eye contact with a bodacious bohemian - wrapping an arm around her waist and pulling her close with an all knowing smile. At first she resisted, but melting under his smile, the girl began to move in the same rhythm as Kaleb.

However, even as the girl began to grind against him with more than enough skill, Kaleb found his eyes drifting to where he had seen Soda disappear, and then back to Summer and Avery. It was almost cruel, to have to watch the girl who ran his dreams get down and dirty with someone he considered as a little sister on one side of him, and have to imagine what was going on with Jaylene in the next room was no better. Realizing he wasn't going to let this go, Kaleb rested his hands on the hips that rolled against his. "You were lovely, I'll see you around." He whispered into her ear, breathing hotly into her shiny waves before kissing her jaw line seductively and doing an about face to approach Summer and Avery.

Kaleb rested his hand on the small of Summer's back, that white girl had left him touchy - thirsty for human touch and affection. Kaleb's signature was the more fucked up he got, the more handsy he was. "I'll be right back." He shouted over the music, making a detour for the bar. Shots were $3, Beer $7. Kaleb took two shots of a smooth vodka and a Lager, forking over the cash and ambling down the hall he had watched Spitz lead Soda through earlier.

His eyes seemed to catch every detail, distracting himself as he tried to make it through the crowd. Stumbling once, Kaleb caught himself, laughing quietly. Xanax always made him clumsy. However when Kaleb rounded into what he assumed was VIP section, Kaleb had no problem righting himself up. Jaylene was within Spitz personal space, pulled from her belt loops. Although her body language wasn't entirely repulsed, Kaleb could tell that Jaylene was not interested.

At least that was what he told himself, not even entertaining the thought that he was over reacting. Jaylene was his, Summer was his, Mouse was his, Maddie was his. The fact that these guys thought they could just snatch Kaleb's treasures with no type of respect was infuriating. Kaleb didn't know Spitz, and so far this guy just seemed like nothing but bad news. With two long strides, Kaleb was right next to the two, picking up Soda by wrapping his arms around her hips and pulling her close, rotating so that he was between them. Turning back to face Spitz, Kaleb chuckled menacingly. "See, I know you weren't just trying to get with my girl." He said possessively, a dangerous glint in his eyes. Given his quick temper, Kaleb didn't often think situations through before acting.

Before Spitz even tried to respond, Kaleb shoved him roughly. "How old are you? 23? What girls your age see what a little boy you are so you get high school girls into the club and expect they owe you something?" Spitz didn't seem the least bit pleased as Kaleb got carried away in the moment, drugs provoking him to become more and more confrontational. He felt a fire in his chest, growing slowly. Fuck Kaleb didn't even want to think about that right now. He needed more drugs, something to suppress the urge to burn the whole club down, with Spitz inside.

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Character Portrait: Jaylene Sullivan Character Portrait: Madeline Starre Character Portrait: Kaleb Dean Sivaj

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Madeline

Madeline was on her way to Roxxies after she took a few ectasy pills. She liked to take them before parites. It gave her the perfect high to be able to dance her tiny ass all over the dance floor. She was still able to drive because it takes a while for the drugs to come into affect. At a red light she checked her text message from Lizzie. Love of her life. Instead of replying she will just tell her in person. At the green light Madeline drove and saw her other friend's car. She parked close to theirs and got out of the vehicle. Maddie ditched the mini devil staff. It was only going to get in the way.

She strutted her way into the party and the party was bumping. People were grinding, others were doing drugs, even a few were making out, but she didn't plan on doing that tonight. She shimmied and shook her way through the dance floor. Some guys started to pull her close to dance with her. She danced with them for a moment and moved on to find some of her friends. Madeline has never felt more loved than right now. This outfit was going to be the life of her party. Across the floor she saw Kaleb, Jaylene, and some guy. SHe went over there and wrapped her arms around Kaleb.

"Hiya sexy." She looked at Kaleb's face and let go of him immediately. She could tell that he was a bit angry with someone or about something. The ectasy was starting to kick in so it was a bit hard to keep a straight face and actually try to figure out what was wrong. "Baby what happened?" She asked. Everything started to contort and change colors. It was amazing, but she couldn't respond to it because her priority was with Kaleb.

The last time he was angry she wasn't there to help him out. Madeline felt so bad. She usually has Kaleb's back whenever he needed her, but that was the one time she wasn't there. She was too busy getting high with one of her other friends, but she was going to be there for him now.

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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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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.

[url=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=E6Wwp2kLbsoCurrent song.[/url]
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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Character Portrait: Jaylene Sullivan Character Portrait: Summer Vorhees Character Portrait: Madeline Starre Character Portrait: Avery Campbell Character Portrait: Kaleb Dean Sivaj

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Spitz just didn't know how lucky he was. Even with Jaylene hanging on him, Kaleb could feel the fire grow from within. Jaylene's soft hand extended, her clammy fingers tugging softly at his hair. Jaylene didn't see a side of Kaleb often, she had no idea what her actions did. To suppress a groan, Kaleb bit his lip, still staring down Spitz as Jaylene whispered into his ear. Her breath was hot on his neck, causing goosebumps to rise on his neck.

His fingertips and feet felt tingly, as if they couldn't stay still much longer. Madeline snuck up on him, embracing him briefly before asking what was wrong. Spitz angry eyes sized up the girls once more, making Kaleb smile in mockery. The dope man tried to switch around the situation to make Kaleb into the bad guy, "Yea, I'm the dog." He said with sarcasm, half to himself. Spitz grabbed his scarf and stormed off in a huff, making Kaleb laugh darkly. The drugs had broken his inhibitions, leaving Kaleb careless and reckless. "No problem now." He said simply to Madeline, taking in her outfit. The red devil costume was one you could never go wrong with, and Madeline definitely knew how to work it.

Jaylene threw him off guard, jumping to wrap herself around him and once again whisper into his ear. Be careful Jay, you don't know what you're doing. he thought inwardly, her soft curves melded against his was just too tempting. He almost forgot that Madeline had been standing next to them, easily letting things slip from his mind. There was so much going on around them, Kaleb's mind was so busy trying to keep up it couldn't relay information fast enough. Why had he come to rescue Jaylene? She could handle her own, but Kaleb couldn't stand knowing that she was wrapped around someone else. It was him she should be wrapped around, as she was now.

His eyes glanced to where he had last seen Summer and Avery, noticing Avery was now on her own. "Mads, I'm going to help Soda come down before I take her back into the crowd. Can you go make sure Avery doesn't get trampled." Kaleb said, pointing out the slight girl and then returning his hand to grip the back of Jaylene's thighs. He watched as Maddie complied, disappearing into the crowd.

Jaylene's own eyes widened, as if she had seen something surprising. "Everyone is off doing their own thing tonight." he heard over the music, strangely acutely aware of their bodies pressed against each other. Her legs wrapped around him did more than she realized, their closeness was something his body was craving. His calloused hands gripped her skin, her hands wrapping around his neck while the corner of her lips tugged into a smile. Burying his face into the crook of her neck, Kaleb breathed hotly on her skin, "Their own thing?" He murmured, repeating Jay's words against her skin.

She began to sing along to the song, her body writhing in his hold. Jay was gone, that much was evident, but so was Kaleb. With the lasers, pounding bass and drugs that coursed through his system, he found himself just doing what felt good. Her hips still knew how to move, even with her legs wrapped around Kaleb. He realized he hadn't looked away from her since he sent Madeline to take care of Avery. "Soda, you're gonna get yourself in trouble." Kaleb turned to face the wall, pressing her back against the cold cement. His pelvis weighted against her, lips tracing a trail down her neck.

Kaleb was gone, he was wild now - the fire within exploding around him. He had no control, a little voice in his head reminding him that Jaylene was his friend and that he had to be careful, but he ignored he voice, submitting into Jaylene's charm. His hand ran up her side, his thumb tracing the outline of his breast as he reached to cradle her head in his hand, weaving his fingers through her hair. "You're mine Jay." He said into her ear, pressing himself against her.

He didn't know what his body had planned until he was already in motion, bringing his down onto Jaylene's. There had been a few pecks exchanged by the two before, but never anything like this. With a fire and drug fueled passion, Kaleb caressed his own lips against hers, his tongue pervading into her mouth to claim that as also his own. Seeing Jaylene with Spitz had made something snap within him, as if he had to remind her that she belonged to him - that if she ever tried to run off with a guy again that Kaleb wouldn't let it happen.

The fire began to burn his skin, small beads of sweat forming. Kissing Jaylene didn't at all feel like kissing a sister, he felt a twinge of irritation as he remembered the girls he would see complain about the fact that he was friends with her. They were only jealous, righteously so. Jaylene was gorgeous, and tonight she was pressed against him as the club scene pumped around him, letting them melt into the moment and risk ruining their friendship.

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

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Jojo's lips were once again attatched to hers, Summer melted against the girls touch wanting more. Her hands ran over the girls back and Jojo's hands were sliding up Summer's. She broke the kiss, needing to take a breath of air, her eyes looking into Jojo's "I feel fuckin amazing Jo" , she grinned and stood up "I want to always feel like this, I never want to let this go". Jojo got up, wrapping her arms around Kite's waist "baby you can always feel like this, it doesn't have to go away...ever" the blonde put a baggie in Summer's hand and she looked down to see a bag of crystal in her hand "might not want to tell anyone about this, others think crystal is too hard but girl it makes you feel so alive". Summer nodded her head and put the baggie into the zipper part of her bag so if one of her friends were looking through her drug stash they wouldn't see it.

A banging on the door made her look over "guess we should unlock it". Jojo went over to the door opening it and grinned to the girl that was banging on the door "hey aren't you Kite's friend" but she was ignored. Summer looked up from doing another line off the book "Kitten" she looked down to the meth but shrugged, Kitten wouldn't tell the others...would she? She shrugged, it was just drugs nothing more, anyways Kitten didn't know what she was going through. Finding Mordi this morning just brought on too much for her, she need to not feel an the crystal would help her with that.

She went over to her friend as Kitten hurled into the sink, her hands holding the girls hair out of the way just like Lizzie did with her earlier. "Drank too much already sugar" she rubbed her back until Kitten stood up and looked at her. She could tell Kitten was upset but what was she suppose to say Still can't get over my fathers death...my mom left a couple months ago and now all I have is my crazy sister that talks to dead people and no I feel like I am going nuts with the feeling someone is always watching or following me. Oh and also I found our friend dead this morning..yeah no, she couldn't tell anyone. Her friends all were dealing with their own shit, they didn't need to deal with Summer's also.

"Kitten, I wanna dance. Please dance with me" she cooed as her eyes raked over Lizzie's body "lets just let loose and have some fun tonight, forget about our worries and everything else" her hand slid over Lizzie's arm. She looked over to Jojo "thanks for the fun, ill see you soon okay? Text me." Jojo went over and kissed Summer "we will see each other soon baby, very soon" she whispered into Summer's ear but was loud enough for Lizzie to hear. Jojo knew once you try ice you can't really just have it once and she knew Summer would be coming back for more.

Summer took Kitten out of the bathroom and to the dance floor, pressing her body close to Kitten's she felt so much adrenaline she felt like she was going to explode. She never had so much energy in her life and she was ready to go go go. "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" she whispered in the girls ear. Bodies were pressing against her making her press harder against Kitten "Fuck I feel like im flying Kitten, flying so high I never want to come down" she laughed and looked into Lizzie's eyes with her own, her pupils were so dilated you could hardly see them. "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" she kept blabbering on, not even sure what she was exactly saying she just couldn't stop "I always liked you Kitten but I could never..." she didn't finish as she turned around and pushed her backside into Kitten, closing her eyes and letting the music fill her ears. So much more intense then if she was here sober, she didn't even really know the feeling of sober anymore.

She wondered where Jay and Kaleb were, she still wanted to get a dance in with the two of them especially with the high she was on, maybe she could even get Avery to loosen up a bit. She wanted everyone to have a good time tonight, she would do her best so everyone went home in a good mood. Not like last night, last night was one of the worse and she wouldn't want that to happen tonight. She just hoped no one would bring up Mordi and why he wasn't here.

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

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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: Jaylene Sullivan Character Portrait: Madeline Starre Character Portrait: Kaleb Dean Sivaj

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Madeline was shooed away by Kaleb to check on Avery. Maddie knew when people were trying to get rid of her and be alone. She disappeared among the crowd and actually looked around for Avery, but she couldn't find her. There was too many people around and she wasn't going to make it through. Honestly she couldn't find anyone. She was pretty alone. She walked across the dance floor and leaned against the wall. Her high was wearing off. Being alone and not being high were the two worse things in the world.

She pulled more pills from her pocket and swallowed 2 of them. She made her way to the bar and grabbed a whiskey bottle. She drank some of it to speed up her high. After two whole glasses she started to hallucinations. People started to look funnier and she started to feel better. She wobbled her onto the middle of the dance floor and she danced on anything that grabbed a hold of her. She was going to enjoy the night with someone even if none of her friends were around.

She ended up dancing with one guy for most of the night. He kept getting a hold of her and she didn't mind. Madeline wasn't thinking straight and the dancing was getting intimate. She was just lonely. She didn't have any of her friends around and the only people that wanted her were the people grabbing at her. She started to feel pretty lame. But she kept on dancing.

Madeline was so used to putting a smile on her face that it came naturally. She would pretend that the person she was dancing with actually cared about her and not her body parts. She would pretend that Kaleb did not send her to Avery because he wanted to be alone with Jaylene. She would pretend that the rest of friends weren't out having fun with each other. She would pretend that she didn't watch her mother die again. She would pretend that she was normal.

She pulled the guy she was dancing with closer. She needed to forget. Madeline wrapped her arms around him and got more intimate with him. She was actually enjoying herself. She even forgot that she was dancing with a stranger. She was letting the music hit her hips and she grind them into him. She was going to forget no matter what.

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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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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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Kaleb couldn't focus on any one thing. Maddie mentioned something about Sodapop, and leaning his weight on the girl with one arm around her shoulders, Kaleb smirked. There was a slight jealous tone to Madeline's tease, playful or serious he didn't care. "Don't worry Maddie, there's enough Kaleb for everyone." His words sort of strung together - like they had no obvious beginning or end.

He put his hands on her waist, swaying her hips. "Dance with me Mads." He pined for human affection again, wishing he hasn't left Lexi so soon. Madeline played along for a while before turning around to say, "Baby we have two choices. Go to Summers or stay." making him pause. End the night so soon? He couldn't even think about leaving when the fire within grew this big. If he left now he would have time, and energy, and he couldn't have that. Shaking his head, Kaleb watched his friends walk toward the front doors. "You can do whatever, I'm staying!" Kaleb said as some house music blared over the speakers. The crowd became rowdy with fist pumpers and break dancers, Kaleb eyes blazed with excitement. He looked to Maddie wordlessly, as if pleading for her to stay.

Kaleb needed someone to care about him right now, because at this rate there was no telling how he would end up. Kaleb's craziest stories sadly don't even include his closest friends - most of them were of him somehow getting separated from his group and end up half way out of his mind in a group of shady and dangerous people he happened to latch onto. He didn't like showing his friends the fire inside of him, afraid that he might burn his loved ones if he dared ask for help.

He threw his head back, letting his body submit to the music and dancing - trying to ignore the voices who told him to burn the place down. Kaleb could feel his high take a darker turn. Why had he let himself become this? What would his friends think of him if they really knew the demons he kept trapped until they managed to find a way to resurface? If his own father couldn't love him for who he truly was, how could his friends?

Breaking him from his trance, a familiar touch brought him down. "Huh?" He initially said, letting Summer use him as a leaning post. Although just moments ago Kaleb had claimed he wanted to stay, with Summer there asking him to go home with him and clinging to his side like she needed him - Kaleb couldn't say no. For some reason though he felt wrong, holding Summer now when he had plan to hold Jaylene tonight. Damn, what had he gotten himself into?

He turned to face Summer, smiling initially. His eyes scanned her face, her body language, something was .....off? Almost gaunt and withering, the girl before him was not his love. He looked into her eyes, smile faltering, and it was then that Kaleb pieced it together. His arms had been around her, but they fell as he spoke. "What the fuck are you on?" He said angrily.

If it wasn't heroin it was probably crystal; he knew what that shit look like and he couldn't believe that Summer had done that. Party drugs, yea that was on thing. But when you started to dip into hardcore drugs like that it was time to realize you had a problem, but Kaleb couldn't let himself believe something was wrong with his Summer. Shaking his head he threw his hands up in defeat, turning to desperately hide himself in the crowd.

He couldn't deal with all this shit, not now, not tonight. Not when he felt like this. Kaleb pushed out the doors, turning toward the parking lot like a potential hurricane that could tear down anything in his path. A laugh echoed through the parking lot. Jaylene he thought to himself, injured from Summer's actions he knew Jaylene would understand his pain. He wouldn't fail her.

But instead of running to Sodapop and spill all the details, finally open up to someone about his inner conflict and indulge in wild passionate casual sex - instead he saw her casually lounging with the same douche from earlier. Unbelievable! He couldn't explain the twist in his gut, jealousy didn't make sense but it sure felt a lot like it. His eyes locked onto hers across the lot, and it looked like maybe she had began to say something but he didn't want to listen. He felt defeated, and beaten. Kaleb never had a chance trying to defeat the fire.

Kaleb walked at first, but slowly began to pick up the pace. Before his mind could address the situation, Kaleb was running. He didn't know where he was going, but he couldn't let his friends see his anger best him. They might get hurt in the crossfire, he told himself. But really he was afraid they would see him for the scared little boy he was.

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Madeline

Madeline was concerned something was wrong with Kaleb and she didn't know what it was. He looked lonely and like he
needed someone. It was clear by the way he looked a her Madeline was so used to that look, but not from Kaleb. From herself. She would always be lonely and no one could fill the empty hole of her real parents. She knew her own demons that she couldn't tell anyone and she wished that Kaleb would just tell her his. But he had other intentions.

He started to tug on her hips and move with her and it felt nice. Even in Kaleb's state he always made her feel wanted and loved. She craved that. She begs for it and yet she can never have it. It was why se slept with random people and flirted with her friends. She was trying to fill the void. She didn't pull away and then Kaleb finally answered her question and he wanted to stay. Maddie was going to stay with him to make sure he doesn't hurt himself or do something crazy. She cared for Kaleb even if he didn't care for her in that way.

Summer showed up out of no where and rambled on about how they never got to dance. Summer was clearly on something that wasn't a normal party drug. "Umm Summer are you okay?" Summer was clearly leaning on Kaleb for support which meant she was a bit unstable. This angered Kaleb and Madeline didn't understand why. She tried to comfort him, but he ran out leaving Summer and Madeline in the building. "Summer go home. I am going to go find Kaleb." Without even a second thought she ran out.

Madeline didn't see him when she was out of the building, she could hear Jaylene nearby, but Kaleb wouldn't have been with her. She walked down the street shouting out his name. "Kaleb!" Madeline kept walking even forgetting that she had a car to drive her around. She honestly wasn't thinking straight. She pulled out her phone to send a message to him.

To: Kaleb
Kaleb? Where are you? Please come to me.


She put her phone away and kept searching for Kaleb. She wasn't going to stop until he was found. He needed someone and she was going to be there for him.

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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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It was as if he was possessed, Kaleb told himself to stop about two miles ago when he first started to struggle with his breathing. His mouth felt dry, the back of his throat felt like he swallowed nail polish remover. With every stride it felt like his legs would just give up and his constant wheezing seemed like indication enough. But he didn't stop - he couldn't stop. He didn't know why he couldn't, but Kaleb didn't want to know why. Ignoring that he had no control over himself, Kaleb just kept running so he wouldn't have to stop.

Why me? he asked himself again, finding himself in front of his house. Sadly Kaleb knew he wasn't just going to go to bed. As if on autopilot, he walked into the garage of his home and began to gather his supplies. Two gallons of gasoline, his fathers work gloves and a black ski mask. Jogging silently to his room, Kaleb changed into baggy black pants and a dark long sleeve he wasn't sure if it was navy or black, he didn't care. His father was sleeping, and Kaleb carefully snuck into his room, stealing the keys from his nightstand and turning up his white noise machine before bounding back into the garage.

He tried to stop himself as he loaded his supplies into his fathers car. He prayed that the car would stall so his mission would fail, that the garage open would be broken and not let him pull onto the road. But it didn't, instead it all went by smoothly and soon he found himself walking across the damp grass of the cemetery, canteens in hand and taking the familiar route to his grandfathers grave.

It was his fault, it was always his fault. Kaleb just never realized.

Kaleb is six, he sits in his grandfathers study playing with his fathers chess pieces while his grandfather remains behind his desk. He is a distinguished individual with dark hair that grays at the temples and dark eyes. Over the years he has become heavy set and stands at a intimidating height of 6'6", with dark eyes that pierce into your soul with one penetrating glance. His colleagues at the institute call him a 'distant' or 'mysterious', and never see him socially or any of his family except at award events. At these events the family arrives, eats and leaves with minimal conversation and leave no impression.

Raj Sivaj is a peculiar man with peculiar interests. He stands from his desk, watching Kaleb intently as he walks to his bar so that he can look out his window that looks into his beautiful garden. His home is vast, he has many servants who take care to his home and lives big while others live such small and demeaning lives struggling just to fill their stomachs. But Raj doesn't care about these people, Raj has never one day cared about anyone but himself. He pours not one, but two glasses of liquor - approaching his grandson cautiously. "Kaleb, have you ever tried gin?" he asked gruffly.

Kaleb looked to his grandfather, "What's that?" His small voice asked, dark eyes lit with wonder and curiosity. He was a beautiful boy, so pure and vulnerable....

Raj takes Kaleb's hand into his own, forcing the drink into the child's hand. "Drink it, it's the drink that men drink! If you can handle this, then there is no denying that you are a true man!" his baritone voice encouraged, giving his grandson a toothy grin.

Exuberant to prove that he too was a man, Kaleb took a big gulp - then coughing repeatedly as Raj let out a booming laugh. "What? You're not a man, Kaleb?" Kaleb chugged the rest of the drink, holding back the urge to vomit. How easily he could be manipulated.

Raj just sat across from Kaleb, sipping on his glass and smiling as if he was thinking of a funny joke. The young boy immediately felt sick, and whoozy. As he took three steps forward he stumbled, which only made Raj laugh again. Kaleb looked to his Grampa, confused....there was something not - right.

Raj stood, picking up his grandson. Don't worry, you'll forget everything..

If only that were true.


Angrily he wiped away the tears that threatened to surface, facing the headstone if his grandfather. Raj had moved to Canada in the last years of his life to be closer to his son, and died alone in a big home with his servants cleaning in the next room. No one visited his grave, or left flowers on birthdays or anniversaries. He lived selfishly, he died selfishly.

"Fuck you."

The words came out coarse, wet with suppressed tears. Kaleb began to work, spreading the gasp line over the grounds and onto the trees as much as it could cover, ending back at Raj's grave - dumping the last of the gasoline over the soft grass.

Fire couldn't solve everything, but maybe burning his stressors resting place could. He withdrew a box of matches from his pocket, twirling them in his hands for a while. Sixteen days since the last time Kaleb felt the need to burn his problems away, sixteen days since his demons conquered him.

But maybe this last time....

He lit the match - his mind thinking about a million things at once. About his mother who died during childbirth, his father who also resented Raj Sivaj - about Summer. Fuck this he thought, dropping the match. The fire rapidly extended, one spark igniting all sorts of trails of gasoline.

"SHIT!" Kaleb shouted, noticing his pant leg had caught on fire. Hopping back, Kaleb hit his leg to suffocate the flames and wincing under the sharp pain. Before he could examine his burn, Kaleb ran back to his fathers car - racing it back home to return it to the garage. Pausing momentarily he saw that Summer and Madeline had both tried to contact him, but honestly right now he couldn't stand to see either of them right now. The only person he could even remotely entrust with his dark side was snorting dope with that douche. Instead of returning the keys to his fathers room, he set it on the kitchen counter for his father to put together in the morning and once again found himself running.

The drugs kept his mind alert, thinking too damn much. His body was tired, Kaleb just wanted to sleep - to control himself. But he couldn't. He couldn't recognize the streets of the town he's lived in for years, everything just faded together and eventually so did his thoughts.

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Under what circumstances did she think she could make it almost three quarters of a mile down the road without any shoes or water? "Haha, cocaine." She answered her own riddling, waving at the short sentence as if 'cocaine' were the name of an old, silly friend. To her left was a massive building - undoubtedly one her parents and even Kaleb's dad visited frequently. Dark plasma issued from her chin to taint the freshly paved sidewalk and Jaylene's tan flesh.

When she eyed the blood that dribbled onto her legs, she mentally reawakened the physical agony that was delivering pandemonium. "Two nights in a row - I'm fucking up," she noted as she much like the night before, dragged her bare arm across the lower half of her face to daub away vital fluid and smear it all over. Though she must have looked something nightmarish with crimson pouring out of her nostrils and sweeping her pneumatic lips, she was incognizant of it as she clambered to her feet and held onto the street sign. "Well this will be slightly longer of a night," a sigh clawed its way from her lungs and brushed past the bloodied lips, "No good in a foot race now."

Grim laughter erupted from her narrow frame as she lightly, and carefully, jogged back to the parking lot. Despite pragmatic corporeal pain, she was more heavily influenced by the stimulant than she realized. It was because she was so inundated by her own premonitions and assessments that she was hearing nothing else. Around her the ongoing milieu, oblivious to her trauma, her friends and the insanity that rode on their backs, bustled upon her deaf ears.

She was certain to go around and back behind parked vehicles at the club, creeping and sneaking to avoid getting enmeshed by whatever was going on with Summer. It was better for Kite, in all reality, to have her friends who were oblivious to her encounter with death presume she was just having another horrible trip. Jaylene wouldn't dare to negate that appraisal. Knowing her, she'd allow the covetousness and feelings of deception in her soul get the better of her. Then it would be all over - she'd be calling people out left and right down to the way they walked. And she knew damn well Mordicai's death would be no secret in such a turn of events.

Squaring her hands like she was framing an invisible picture, she muttered, "Noooooooo way," and neared her car. Obstructing her - Spitz stepped in front of her with his eyes narrowed and his mouth twisting into a question.

"What the fuck happened to you? Shiiiiiiiiit," he cupped her face for a moment then put his hands on her shoulder, "You had too much. That's my bad. Let me take you home." In Jaylene's mind, she was batting him away, but in all reality her nerves had ceased to respond to such messages. "No, no it's cool," she entreated in reply. His fingers fastened around her forearms and she realized Kaleb could be anywhere by that time. Anywhere. And she desperately needed to find him; that and she had to admit she was curious about what had him up in tumults.

Spitz wasn't letting go. "Come on, Spitz, I really gotta - "
"You can't fuckin' drive like this Jay. For real." He rocked her frame a little with a stern shake.
"I gotta' go find my friend. I mean you saw him. He took off!"
"If he was concerned about you goin' with him he'd a told you, ma."

"Fuck," she breathed. She certainly remembered to inhale as she whipped her head back, then threshed it forward and bashed her skull against her holder's own. Fumbling, he staggered back and grabbed at his temples, "What the fuck!" The sound of his bewildered fury echoed throughout the parking lot. I'm so fucked, I'm so fucked, I'm so fucked, Jaylene thought as she shoved him away from her car and tumbled inside, screeching out of the parking lot with the door partially open.

It was barbarous. She'd never, ever done something like that before. She'd had her fair share of cat fights and assaults but nothing like that. The throbbing in her face was central. Everything began to hurt, her vision doubling as she drove down countless roads until she saw the smoke. She'd have never noticed if sober, the way it mutedly billowed and whirled above tree tops against the night sky. I should call the cops. She grabbed for her phone, then slowly put it down on the seat. Nope - nope. Can't. I got other shit to do and if I get caught up with the police - no. Nooooope.

A short distance from her home, she saw someone running down the road. The posture was too familiar - the stride and shape of the body that was just an hour or two ago irresistibly pressed against her own. Slamming the brakes, she left the car open and in the middle of the road.

"Kale?!" She stood beside the open door, paused to be sure as she scrutinized. Headlights bore into the figure who was running as she lingered with her hands on the car's door frame to steady herself. The drugs and pain made her waver. Everything had come on so suddenly and gruffly; she was the precise outcome and product of all of it. An exact paragon, especially with the conglomerating torture in her soul and the blood spewing from her face.

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"Bay you wouldn't beeeelliiiiieeve what I did," she pointed to her nose, which, she was certain had damaged cartilage, "I fucked over the best connection I had for you. Where you been? Where you going?"

He turned, sputtering and attempting to call out but only garnering vicious coughs at his effort. The sound made her cringe. "I fucked up Jay, we got to go." As she pursed her lips she tasted the coppery smack of her own vital solution. "Tonight has been one big fuck up for everyone Kale." He gathered her into his arms, perfecting and fulfilling what she needed at that moment. A lump even rose in her throat but she swallowed hard until it painfully retreated.

The smell of smoke percolated through the cool evening air. It was nearing 3AM and Jaylene was positive that the drugs were moribund in her system. Rationale gathered up in her mind again as she gripped the door a little harder at the realization that what they were doing looked a little shady. Glancing in the direction of the smoldering, her hair tossing in the breeze, she commented, "I think the cemetery is on fire. I wanted to call the cops but shit - we'd be fucked, you know? It's the right thing to do and all but I figure I'll just let it be. Whoever started it probably had their reasons." She looked towards her feet, wiping at some blood that continued to leak from her nose which had been ruthlessly assaulted. Between cocaine, falling, and headbutting, it probably had all it could take.

Jaylene didn't believe in coincidences. Everything just happened and there was an objective to each event. Sometimes she found it best not to delve or dabble and just accept what was. But then again, in the same regard, she often controverted all of the above and questioned everything with cruelty and denial of its reason.

"I think my Gramps is buried up there somewhere." It was a rhetorical mutter. She tilted her head up again. "What's up, Kale? What's going on?" His sienna eyes were burning into hers. What had happened to him? The look on his face spoke nothing other than madness. Jaylene reached a hand out to mess with his hair and tug at it a little, a gesture of humane compassion. Her gaze wavered shakily back and forth as she examined the expression on his face, her own jade eyes blood shot and glossy. Dolefulness, execration, and regret. It twisted her heart up so violently that she gasped quietly. At the touch of his fingers against her cheek, she cradled his hand and shrugged, "I fell chasing you. Then I headbutted…"

She burst into laughter and shook her head, "I literally headbutted Spitz. He wouldn't move, so. Guess your little white girl is turning into a fuckin' psycho." She shrugged and again met Kaleb's scrutiny. "If that douche did this to you, I'll kill him." Her nerves jump-started at Kaleb's protectiveness biting right back as if he hadn't enough problems of his own.

Image The graveness of the situation brought her down completely. Such tenderness was rarely offered by Jaylene. "For real, bay, tell me…" Long fingers cupped each side of Kaleb's distraught face, mercifully allowing a thumb to graze his bone structure. He was quiet, eaten alive by his emotions. It was evident in the vacancy of his eyes. Relenting, she helped him into the passenger seat then got into her car and whipped it to her house where she could tangle him up in her blankets and make a Mitzie sandwich with him.

Once inside the quiet, vast home, she changed into some boxers and rolled them up high. She'd scooped Mitzie from Vera's sleepy hold after cleaning up her face and led Kaleb into the kitchen where she hoped to sober his thoughts and help him hose down his conscience. In the center of the kitchen on the butcher's block, she set the little furball who immediately laid back down and began snoring and making faint puppy noises in her slumber. The smell of smoke had followed them in - there was nothing she could do at that moment. Sure, she could say, "Hey babe, let's shower." But it really wasn't what she was gunning for.

Jaylene started up some coffee, the kitchen dully lit by a few night lights and the stove. Kaleb leaned against a counter, absently staring off. Gathering oxygen, positive she'd forget to breathe, she buried her face into his chest while the coffee maker hummed. Smog filled her nostrils. She didn't care. Reaching a hand to hold his waist, she let everything sink in.

Here they were, two horribly detached teenagers who pursued the idea of love from completely illogical subjects. The closest thing they had were each other. After a recent slew of bad nights and heartache, misshapen friendship adhered them to one another. Their contentment had disintegrated before them all at once and where the rest of the circle was concerned it was hopeless. They were alone. But Jaylene and Kaleb an unspeakable interconnection that was unmatched by the most impressive fairytales. It was fate - there was no coincidence about that.

"What happened to you, Kale?" She sighed finally into his sternum.

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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: Kaleb Dean Sivaj

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Kaleb Dean Sivaj


The whole experience of being taken care of was new to Kaleb. He felt out of place, like the roles should be switched and him tend to Jaylene's own pain and ignore his own. But Kaleb had been ignoring his pain all his life, it's what fed the demons inside of him until they regained the strength to surface once again. While he was with Jaylene though he could feel the darkness within regress, as if submitting to her charm.

Although her sentiments were sweet, Summer didn't need Kaleb. Although for the past three years the two had been bound at the hip, Kaleb had learned that Summer would do whatever it was that Summer would want to do. Kaleb had always been there to catch her when she fell, but always allowed her to make her own decisions that led her into the spiraling descent that's the misery and drugs had her in. Kaleb could never expect her to be there for him, but only because he was always there for her. Besides Summer had a lot of people looking after her, she was the adhesive that held them all together.

Then there was Jaylene, who smashed her face into concrete and headbutted the best connect she'd made in a while. This girl had put in jeopardy the ability to get free dope - something Kaleb wasn't sure if Summer would ever do for him. A shiver ran down his spine as she shifted against him, letting out a soft whimper then running her finger over her nose. He opened his mouth as if to suggest she tend to her injury, but a glare from her eyes silenced him.

This was about him, he had to remember that. "Is that why you bugged out and left? Because of Summer?" she asked, detaching herself from him to cradle the slumbering puppy who made gentle noises of comfort and content. Absently, Kaleb reached over to pet the dog between her ears, comforted by the warm and soft body of the small animal. He remembered reading before that petting a dog actually helped with stress levels. Kaleb shook his head, avoiding eye contact with the beautiful woman before him. "It's not just Summer...it's so much more, I just...." Kaleb struggled to properly string together the words. He had never confided to someone so intimately, never even mention his grandfather more than he had to. Could he trust Jaylene with his deepest secret? Getting himself a glass of water, Kaleb chugged the refreshing beverage with obvious thirst, running had lef him dry. Scratching the back of his neck, he looked back up to Jaylene. Strangely once he met her eyes he knew what to say, "I just had to get out, I couldn't control myself. 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...."

Letting his arms fall to the side, Kaleb's eyes looked to the pot of coffee that had finished brewing. Glancing out the window, he realized how dark it was outside. It might be a little to late for coffee, he thought. As if reading his mind, Jaylene grabbed his hand - suggesting sleep. Nodding Kaleb followed her into her room which was had little more illumination than the moonlight shining through the window. He watched as Jaylene settled Mitzie into the pillows, gingerly removing his pants so he was only in his Calvin Klein boxers, briefly inspecting his burn before up righting himself, running a hand through his ear.

The pale moonlight favored Jaylene. As she turned to face him, Kaleb couldn't help but to think she reminded him of a vampire. Her flawless complexion looked so cool and smooth, her long blonde hair pushed away from her face. As he met her eyes, he felt a familiar sizzle, the same one that led to their moment in the club. His eyes took her all in, even just in a simple shirt and boxers she was striking. Jaylene never had to put forth much effort to pull together a look, hell right now Kaleb couldn't help but to think of how beautiful she'd be naked.

Kaleb obviously had more strength than Jaylene, nevertheless he didn't resist as she pressed him against the wall behind him. Their bodies melded against each other, she felt so cool against his hot skin. Letting his hands tug at the seam of her shirt, Kaleb felt her lips against his neck. "Is this the way a toy feels when its batteries run dry?" she had whispered, urging him to rip off her shirt and throw it aside. He wasn't sure what the words meant or of their origin, but they were so befitting. Was this the way toys felt when he batteries ran dry? Used, tired, worn out - either way Jaylene made him feel better. Revived even, the electricity between them shocking him.

Suddenly he found himself needing Jaylene. He gripped her hair, tugging gently to move her lips up to his, moving his own against hers with passion and pain mingled together. Inside he felt burnt down, but Jaylene made his skin scorch and his brain forget about everything that went wrong. Swiftly he unclasped her bra, slipping off the black undergarment from her skin and his hands roaming her body. Perhaps it was a bad idea to take this all to the next level with Jaylene, but Kaleb wasn't thinking about that right now. His hands gripped her thighs, pulling her legs to either side of his hips, walking forward to lay her gently across the bed. Glancing to Mitzie, he assured that she was sleeping as he laid himself against her, nibbling her lobe gently and breathing the words "I need you Jay." Hotly in her ear. Everything about her was exhilarating, her body writhing under his touch. Closing his eyes Kaleb began to kiss behind her ear, inhaling the scent of her skin. Delicious He thought to himself, biting her teat with an appetite for her flesh.

Suddenly an image of Summer flashed in his mind, but instead of lingering on her face Kaleb brought himself back to Jaylene's lips, filled with a fervent lust. He couldn't think about Summer right now, for the past three years she had been all he could think about. No Kaleb didn't think that Jaylene could be the one just because for tonight they were two broken pieces that managed to mend together in a whirlwind of intense heat and drugs mingled with their intimacy their friendship had already provided, but she was the right one who could maybe accept his demons for what they made him. Locking eyes with Jaylene, Kaleb found himself biting his lip to withhold the temptation to just take her right then.

She nodded, as if understanding his pause, and soon Kaleb found himself crossing their boundary of friendship that he had never expected. One of the main fears that Kaleb had always had of something that might go wrong when two friends decided to be intimate that it would be awkward, but it wasn't in the least bit with Jaylene. Their bodies flowed together, moving in a synchronizing pattern. Kaleb's love story mostly consist of fooling girls into pleasing him and moving on. But with Jaylene he cared about her, finding himself sensitive to her reactions and noting the details of the way her body moved against his. He wanted to please her, to bring her body to a point it had never been before. He wanted to twist all the pain and anguish he'd been burying all these years and channel it into pure ecstasy and push them both to a climatic ending. Everything about her was entirely stimulating, the way her blonde hair mussed up, stray strands sticking out in a crazy sexy kind of way, the soft moans that slipped past her kissable lips. It wasnt hard at all for Kaleb to see his friend in a different light, and yet through it all it felt even better because he was with a friend.

Time didn't seem to apply to them, he couldn't even tell if he had been in the kitchen ten minutes ago or an hour ago. Watching as Jaylene's body twisted under his, relishing under his touch. He never realized how much satisfaction he could take in pleasing a woman. Falling into the bed, he realized that Mitzie still had remained sleeping buried under the pillows. Chuckling, Kaleb felt Jaylene rest against him, her soft hair padding against his chest as a pillow for her head. Their naked bodies pressed against each other in Soda's bed didn't feel any different from the many lazy days by the lake they would all pile up and bask in the sun.

Kaleb realized he felt normal again, no longer feeling the lurking shadows of his mind. His fingers ran through her hair, "Love you Jay." He said affectionately, in a familiar sort of way. Somehow Jaylene had been able to bring him back, and he wasn't sure how. He could feel his body begin to drift into sleep and her own begin to relax as well. Before the night could be over, Kaleb offered a sleepy whisper, "I burned down the cemetery." Feeling a weight lift off of his chest, finally Kaleb's eyes shut - And everything was dark.

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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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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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Dark eyes took in their surroundings, piecing together fragments of his memory before being able to coherently come up with a series of events that landed him ass naked in Jaylene's bed, alone. Soft paws pounced on his chest, Mitzie eager to rouse Kaleb from his sleep. He swatted the puppy away, rolling over onto his side and pulling the covers over his head to lay in peace, half asleep and reviewing last night.

The sharp pain on his shin was a sign that he had in fact relapsed and burned down the cemetery. That meant he most likely also used his dads car without discretion, got a blow job in a dirty bathroom stall at Roxxie's and then ended up in bed with Jaylene. Closing his eyes, an image of Jaylene's naked torso twisting underneath his settling behind his eyelids. Smiling in amusement, Kaleb's hand ruffled his hair, throwing back the covers and sitting upright his eyes scanned the room for his clothes. Spotting them just a few feet from the bed, Kaleb grudgingly dragged himself out of bed to put on his boxers and grab his phone from his pocket.

Summer had texted him back, but was obviously confused and thought about everything the night before. It wasn't surprising considering how blasted she was. He decided to ignore Summer for now and look at his other texts. There was one from Eliza.

I'm so sorry to hear about Mordi, are you ok?

Confused, Kaleb then called Mordi - immediately the call was forwarded to his voicemail. 'What do u mean?' He texted back to Eliza, then seeing that Madeline hadn't texted him back. Out of concern he texted her once again, Mads r u ok? then throwing his phone aside once more. Kaleb really did hate texting, most of the time he didn't even check the android when the snake like ringtone signified a text.

But Kaleb was still tired, so he buried himself back into the plush comforter and pillows of the bed and closed his eyes to revisit the land of dreams.

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

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Awareness washed over Jaylene. Mordicai was gone - it wasn't just some horrible joke or dream. Glancing towards a mirror from where she sat, she traced the injury on her nose and lip. It wasn't a dream that she had faceplanted and headbutted someone last night either. If she was already registering the cataclysmic queue of events that occurred in the past couple of days, surely everyone else was too. What were they going to do?

Uneasily she played with the ends of her hair, staring at her phone screen which lit up endlessly with chain texts about Mordicai. When she heard Kaleb rousing from his sleep, she didn't hesitate to hurl the phone at the wall. To no avail, though. It sunk to the carpet, protected by the Otterbox. "God dammit," she snapped.

"Mordicai Love from AP died - u think they're going to sell his art?"
"Yoooo wild, Mordi is dead."
"Omg :( Mordi commit suicide."
"No u fuckin idiots he OD'd."


The string of text messages left her vexed and apt to vulnerability. It wasn't hard for her to accept death. What was ailing her, really, was how she and Summer were going to veil the fact that they knew all along. They knew at the club, while everyone had a wonderful time, they knew when they invited everyone. They knew, and didn't speak a word.

From behind her, she grabbed haphazardly at the edge of the mattress to bring herself to her feet. With a tilt of her head she looked down at Kaleb, burrowing himself in her comforter while Mitzie attempted to stay close to him and keep him awake. Jaylene snatched the annoying puppy up and plopped her onto the carpet. Yipping, Mitz scampered off towards the kitchen to find Vera who would undoubtedly spoil her and grant her more attention than the sleepy teens in the bedroom.

ImageShe padded to the opposite side, gently pushing her hand against Kaleb's shoulder. "Kalebbb," he didn't budge. "Kaaaaaaleeeeeyyyyyyyyy," but still nothing. With all of her force, she pushed him so that he was laying on his back and hopped on top of him to straddle his body. "Wake up!" She flattened herself against him, mock punching him in his bare chest until she relented and laid her head down. "You know you made me break my golden rule."

With a huff, she admitted in shame, "I fucked my homie. Aaaaghhh," she whined into his chest but nevertheless wore a smile all along. Completely informed she was lying in bed with a pyromaniac, she closed her eyes to surrender to her comprehension.

Quietly she whispered into his skin, "Why'd you do it?" She wasn't angry, she wasn't even surprised. With all that raged inside of Kaleb, it kind of made sense. His secret was safe with her, just as the rest had always been. However, she wanted to know what exactly brought it forth. Saving him the grief as she was positive he wouldn't be ready to disclose so early in the morning, she tiredly rubbed her eyes and uttered, "Mordi's dead."

It dawned on Jaylene that Summer was likely to show up whenever she wanted. She could stumble into the room and find Jaylene and Kaleb acting a little more friendly than friends. But what would it really change? Could it change anything? Would that even be fair, if Summer didn't want him? But then Soda had to reevaluate it all - did Kaleb really want Jaylene around? She was just a surrogate for what he needed last night. It didn't hurt her, really, she just had to remind herself of it. Difficulty didn't exist where sexual encounters were concerned for Jaylene. She'd learned a long time ago sex was nothing more than vain.

...With Kaleb, could it have been something more?

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Character Portrait: Jaylene Sullivan Character Portrait: Sahara Ahmadi

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Sahara was just starting to wake up from her night of partying with friends. A small grown escaping her mouth as she felt the first light of sunshine hit her eyes and her phone going off yet again. "Damn it people, I am trying to sleep!" she growled as she laid there. Sighing she opened her phone up to read the messages she was getting. One after one it kept saying that Mordicai was dead. Her face went, a bit pale as she kept looking at the messages. Tossing her phone down, she covered her eyes with her hands and just tried to relax on the bed, trying to gather her thoughts on everything. After a few minutes she slowly pulled her hands down from her eyes and tossed her blankets off of her, stretching out a bit. Looking to the wall and just thinking, she laid there only in her bra and panties, having been too hot when she came home from the party and stripped herself of her clothes. Image

Getting up from the bed she started to get dressed just to head downstairs. Grabbing a pink tank top and sweat pants, she made her way out of her room and started to head downstairs. Silently making her way down the winding steps she into a rather large kitchen. The first thing she went for was the cupboards, then the pantry, grabbing a bowl and cereal. Sitting them down at a round table with a glass table top, she grabbed the milk and a spoon.

The cereal made little chiming noises as they hit the bowl, the milk splashing just a tiny bit as she poured it in. She could hear the T.V. going on in the living room and could only guess that her mom and dad was up. She only got a spoon full of cereal into her mouth when her questioned was answered. "Hey sweetie, how are you feeling?" her father soon asked as he went and had a seat the table. Here it comes. Sahara asked as she stared down at her bowl and ate what was in her mouth. "Alright, just got up." she said softly.

"Your mother and I were watching the news this morning, we saw that some person...Mordicai I believe their name was died. They looked about the same age as you, did you know them?" her father asked soon started to cut to the chases. She shrugged a little as she sat there. "Things happen." she muttered as she sat there. "How do you think they died, I mean they aren't giving out too much information right now. Not at what I saw." her father said again. Her mother then came into the kitchen. 'I bet it had to do something with drugs." she started up. "You know kids these days, they are all about them." Just kill me now! Sahara thought as she pushed her bowl away and laid her head down on the table.

"We better never catch you doing drugs Sahara, they only mess with you. You would grounded for weeks on in little lady." her father told her sternly. "I know I know!" she groaned as she sat there. The conversation when on like that four an half hour, before Sahara finally snapped and yelled at her parents to shut up. Which only got them yelling more at her about how disrespectful she was being to them. In the end Sahara was sent to her room with a pounding headache.

Gripping to herself, she had thrown her body onto the large queen size bed and started to text Jaylene, knowing that her friend could surely make her feel better about everything. "Hey did you here about Mordicai...can we meet up and go long boarding or something? I need to get away from my parents, they just won't shut up!" she sent back. With out waiting for an answer, 15 year old girl got up from her bed once more.

Slipping out of her tanktop and sweat pants, she went to make herself look more presentable to the world. Grabbing a white top, she tossed it over her small frame. Pulling black leggings over her leg, and to set it off she added a light, see through top as well. ImageGoing to her closet she started to grab flipflops and long board. Moving out of her room, she rushed down the steps and out the door. Heading to her friends house before her parents could say another word.

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Character Portrait: Jaylene Sullivan Character Portrait: Summer Vorhees Character Portrait: Madeline Starre Character Portrait: Kaleb Dean Sivaj Character Portrait: Sahara Ahmadi

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Kaleb's hair was strewn in different directions - between the smog from the night before and the crazy, aggressive sex that followed, Jaylene couldn't expect much less. It was kind of sexy and cute though, topping off his sleepy eyes. Her fingers idly toyed with it while her mind batted around the possibility of Kaleb being the one who had been starting fires all over town. Would they only get bigger? And was Jaylene really in a place to tell him to knock it off?

No.

Because that would put him in a position to tell her to lay off the blow and stop talking to douchebags. Despite whatever secrets and steamy moments they'd shared, he was still his own person. Irregardless of her contemptible pushing and shoving at times, her tendency to be bossy, she wasn't going to ask anything - or force anything on Kaleb for that matter. When she looked to him, she wasn't exactly sure what he was feeling but she was confident that she shared the consciousness of the emotion with him. There was something about The Wild Card that explored one's soul and fused this unreal analogy. That was what he had done to Jaylene.

Irretrievable from her thoughts, they showed her the way to the image of Summer tweaking out on the macadam and screaming about Mordicai. A prick of guilt stung Jaylene's heart. She'd abandoned Kite; but at the same time she couldn't have possibly been alone. Mads and Soda were the only ones who gave half a shit about where Kaleb was going. There was no one to follow Madeline or Jay, to make sure they were alright, to see where they were going. Suddenly Jaylene was aching for Madeline as well. The tight-knit circle of friends had shared so much dolorosa, but seemed not to care relatively about each other at times. When people looked at them, there was no way in hell they could possibly envisage what their friendship encompassed.

ImageAnd what about Mordicai Love? How was everyone going to cope with that? Jaylene habitually made herself aware of death, accepted it for what it was. She had come so dreadfully close to it by her own will that she had no right to act traumatized by it. That explained why she was calm, slightly cold when she saw his corpse. Instead of crying and losing her shit, she gathered her friend and kept herself cool. Death took who it wanted.

Kaleb's sleepy facade told her everything she needed to know for the time being. Tousling his hair with one of her hands, she kissed his head and slid off of the tall bed. Her toes reached for the carpet until they both met. Returning to her completely intact (unfortunately) phone, she scrolled through the texts, a blur of sympathies and shock. When she nearly skipped over 'Eazy Does It' she paused. With a small nod to herself, she grabbed a long board that was leaning against the wall. "I'll be outside," she whispered quietly and closed the door on her way out.

Brutally, the sun assaulted her eyes as she cracked the front door. Just beyond the walkway was Vera on all fours, continuing her hard work from the day before. Only now she was hollowing out holes in the ground to place an assortment of Azaleas and daisies within. Turning her head, she was surprised to see the Sullivan girl awake so early.

"Is hell freezing over?" She mused with a grin as Mitzie popped out from behind a shrub.
"That's the way it feels." Jaylene smiled weakly and laid her board down.
"Have a fun night?"
"Something like that," Jaylene rested one foot on the wood, "What about you?"
"I got some rest like you suggested, for once."
"Good girl."

Vera laughed as Jaylene gave a good kick, push, and rolled down the driveway and into the vast street. Driveways were empty; folks had gone to church or to their offices to get a head start on their work load. For it being so early in the morning, the air was a perfect degree. As she pushed down the road at a slow pace, she texted Sahara back.

Image"You should wear a helmet!" Vera called out while Mitzie ran towards the end of the driveway, stopping short when Vera snapped her fingers. Jaylene looked over her shoulder, chuckling and yelling back, "I won't fall!" The blond-headed girl leaned back and forth to weave the board in opposite directions consistently. Vera riposted loudly, "Looks like you took a tumble last night!" Jaylene sighed and continued to the end of the road before turning around, enjoying the passing breeze that rippled through her hair. Skating back towards her house, she saw a familiar head of dark hair nearing in the distance.

She threw her hands into the air. "Eeeeeeeeeazzzzyy!" The words rolled off her tongue with ease, her face aglow. In the sunlight, of course the injuries she'd sustained were blatant but somehow complimentary to her facial structure. "I had a crazy night, you wouldn't believe it. What's up youngin'!" As she passed the girl, she high-fived her then turned the board around to halt. She popped it up into her grasp and looked at the underclassman. For her age, she was beautiful - Jaylene supposed she had her Persian genetics to thank for that. The teen never attained any blemishes and had a year-round tan that made girls reel in jealousy. Her dark eyes were heightened by her sable tresses. She was a sight to see.

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Character Portrait: Jaylene Sullivan Character Portrait: Summer Vorhees Character Portrait: Avery Campbell Character Portrait: Tristan Hale Character Portrait: Lizzie Moore Character Portrait: Harper Adams Character Portrait: Sahara Ahmadi

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Summer Vorhees
Time passed as Summer just let the water fall on her body as she stayed curled up on the floor of the shower, she wasn't sure how long she was there but a loud knock from downstairs made her get up. "Be right there" she yelled as she put a towel around herself, making her way out of the bathroom and down the stairs to the front door. She opened the door but no one was longer there but a pink flyer that was stuck to the door caught her eye. A party on friday but there was also other writing at the bottom of the page. "Harper" she murmered taking the paper and headed up to her room. She grabbed her phone off her bed and pulled up a text, typing the girls number in she sent a text You left too soon. What do you count as a good time. Want to meet? Can count me in for friday<3 Kite.

The text was sent, putting the flyer on her bedside table, she would have to tell her friends about it this week at some point. She went to her dresser, taking out a pair of ripped pants and a tshirt she put them on then put a pair of her black and blue vans on. After she was dressed she ran a brush through her hair, then put on some makeuo. She still had dark circles under her eyes "I look like shit" she whispered to the image of herself in the mirror. Once she was done getting ready she left her room and walked down the hallway.

Image She grabbed her bag of weed from her parents bedroom then went into the kitchen, Tristan was gone but Avery was still sleeping she would have to wake her before she left. She set to work rolling up a few joints, she hoped Jay would be in the mood for a smoke because she definately was.Her mind went to the stash upstairs, no...no...no, she has to make that last, she needs to also figure out how she will get the grand for Jojo. Maybe she should talk to Jay about it, no...she couldn't get her friends involved. Lizzie already got herself involved by breaking Jojo' nose. Speaking of she took out her phone and sent Lizzie a text What happened last night? Be careful Kitten, stay clear of Jojo. Shes not happy about last night. She went back to rolling, after twenty minutes she had ten rolled up. She put them in a cigarette carton then took the rest of the bag upstairs, hiding it with the rest of her stash.

Heading to the living room, she kneeled down in front of Avery shaking the girl gently "Avy, sweetie, im heading to Jay's your welcome to stay just if you leave make sure to lock up" she gave the girl a kiss on the forehead then got up and walked out to the kitchen, grabbing a bottle of water then headed out of the house. She looked at the truck but decided she would walk, all her friends lived in walking distance which always was a good thing. Especially when her truck sometimes decided it didn't want to work. As she walked her mind wandered back to the pink paper that was on her door this morning, she wondered who this Harper girl was and what kind of party she was going to throw. She was always up for a party but if it was dull she would be leaving in the first thirty minutes and just have fun at her house or at the lakeside.

Image Ten minutes later she was walking down Jay's road, she saw two familiar faces long boarding down the road. Waving her arms in the air with a grin on her face "heya bitches" she yelled to Soda and Eazy. She continued walking down the road until she was close enough to her friends, taking out one of the joints she rolled, she put it in her mouth lighting it up she inhaled then held it out for Jay to take. She held the smoke in for as long as she could before letting it out "soo...Jay I need to talk...let some things out...your the only one I feel I can let in" she said as she went to the side of the road and laid down on the pavement. "Can't even remembered what happened last night, but I know I got no sleep" she laughed trying to keep her mood from cracking, turning her head towards where Jay was "I can't get him out of my mind Jay....hes every where I go....every where" her voice cracked a little, Soda would know she was talking about Mordi. She was the only one that knew she found Mordi's lifeless body about twenty-four hours ago "I haven't told any one this Jay, but I feel so alone.."

She looked back up to the sky as she tried to figure out how to tell Jay that she was alone, that her family is just gone. She didn't know where Bella was or her mom, she just felt lost as she tried to figure out what to say. "Damnn Popsey why does everything have to be so fucking hard at times, I want to tell you everything but I don't want to get you or anyone involved into my darkness" she closed her eys as she just laid there, trying to get her mind to just stop.

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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: Jaylene Sullivan Character Portrait: Summer Vorhees Character Portrait: Madeline Starre Character Portrait: Kaleb Dean Sivaj

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Although Kaleb was conscious, while being prodded by Jaylene his mind was hazy with drowsiness. Even as she rolled him on his back and pressed her petite frame against his chest, Kaleb couldn't drag himself out of sleep enough to properly respond to the girl who laid against his chest griping about how he made her break the golden rule. An amused grin tugged at his lips as he wrapped an arm around her, sighing with content and still keeping his eyes clothes. He was not ready to brave a new day just quite yet.

He wasn't ready for Jaylene's question either. Hell he didn't know himself why he had burned down the cemetery. Allowing silence to fill the room, Kaleb noted that Jaylene had stopped breathing while waiting for his answer. Licking his lips that were chapped with thirst, Kaleb struggled to come up with a reason - any reason. Finally he settled with, "I wish I knew...." His words soft and meek.

Mordi's dead

Kaleb flinched, surely he had heard her wrong. He was half asleep and he heard her wrong. But that wasn't true, he knew it wasn't. Why else would Eliza text him that message earlier, and Mordi not answer his phone? But Kaleb couldn't believe that right now, so instead of reacting in any way he shut his eyes tight and willed himself to sleep where he could forget his problems.

When he woke again, Jaylene was gone and strangely enough there was a set of clothes set on her dresser with a folded note with his name on it. In anyone else's house Kaleb might've wondered what or how there was a pair of slim fit jeans in his size and a flannel paired with a white tee available to him, but Kaleb had long ago learned that with Vera anything was possible.

Mulling it over as he changed into the clothes, Kaleb realized how awkward it really was - Vera seeing him in Jay's bed half naked and passed out. But Kaleb didn't have much shame to begin with. Visiting the washroom he relieved his bladder before washing his hands and walking into the kitchen to see none other than Vera starting a pot of coffee. "I thought you might need some" she said with an all knowing smirk, taking in his red rimmed eyes and restless expression.

Kaleb chuckled, nodding in agreement as Vera then set out a mug, sugar and cream. Mumbling a thank you, Kaleb took a seat on one of the stools, burying his face into his hands. There were a few things he had to think about, the first one being how he was going to be able to stop himself next time. The other one being Jaylene, and lastly Summer. Summer once again his fingers traced the sun inked on his inner wrist. He couldn't forget about Summer, but he did have to stop loving her the way he did. It wasn't fair to him, Kaleb realized. Last night with Jaylene had been...marvelous.

When he looked up Vera had disappeared, but the coffee was done brewing and Kaleb didn't mind serving himself. Adding little sugar and cream, Kaleb returned to his spot on the stool and checked through his Facebook and texts on his phone. Maddie had texted him back, he wondered if she knew about Mordi. Replying he wrote:

Did you hear anything about Mordi?

He still couldn't believe that what Soda had said was true. Eliza had texted him back, but he didn't want to deal with her right then. He finished another cup, washing it down with a cup of water, Kaleb grabbed an orange on his way out only to once again see Vera. She gestured over to behind some bushes, already knowing what Kaleb was looking for.

"Heyyyyyyyyy girls...." Kaleb enthused, a little surprised to see Summer next to Jaylene but not so much as flinching outwardly he stood next to Jaylene. Usually he would greet Summer with a warm hug, but Kaleb still was filled with feelings of anger and confusion towards her. He had to move on, and glancing at Jaylene, he realized he might be able to.

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Madeline had finished drinking her coffee and she placed it in the cup holder. She was tired, but not physically, but mentally. She needed a break from life and the world. She didn't want to go back home. She didn't want to face any of her friends. They might restate the fact that her best friend has died. She was still refusing to believe it. After what she has been through she can't stand to here about another death. It was something her heart couldn't handle.

Looking straight ahead she could still see Stephan. He was looking straight at her and waving. Maddie needed a break from him. He was always using her and it wasn't fun, but she had no choice in the matter. Mordi knew these things. Mordi would have told her what to do. Mordi kept her away from him. Mordi made her feel safe and now she was vulnerable and back into the hands of the one person she truly needed a break from. Letting out a sigh she ran her fingers through her hair and started the ignition in her car.

Her phone vibrated and it was a respond from Kaleb. Before she back out of the Starbucks parking lot she sent a reply. Don't remind me. Question babe? What is the fastest way out of here? She sent the message and tossed her phone on the seat next to her. By out of here she meant the country. Away from the problems. Away from the people who are supposed to be her friends, but know nothing about her.

She drove down the street in an unknown direction. She needed to clear her head. Her phone was ringing off the hook from her adopters. They wanted to know where she was and other bullshit that she didn't feel the need to respond to. She let out a frustrating groan and grabbed her phone. While driving she blocked her 'parents' number. The phone stopped buzzing and she was relieved of the annoyance.

After a while she realized that she was driving in the direction of the lakeside. Peaceful and only her friends would think of looking for her, but they are fighting there own demons at the moment. Madeline started thinking about Jaylene. Jay doesn't have much support either. She is the back bone for all of Summer's or Kaleb's issues just like Madeline is. It didn't make sense. It's like they weren't allowed to break down or have their own problems. They always had to have a smile on their faces and be aware of the others. It was annoying, but Madeline couldn't tell her friends that.

Her heart jumped when she received a text message from Stephan. She had just left so that she wouldn't have to deal with him, but it looks like she was going to have to. Arriving at the lakeside she parked the car and chilled in the benz. It was peaceful, but lonely just like Madeline.

Honey, why did you leave me? Stephan was too much. He acted as if they were together. Madeline thought that way for a long time too, but then she realized that she didn't have to do those things to get drugs. Her friends were happy to oblige, but she needed some all the time and she couldn't keep hitting up her friends. I needed a stress reliever. You didn't give me my drugs. With that reply she leaned back all the way in the chair and closed her eyes.

"I love you hija." Her mother whispered sitting next to her in the passenger seat. Madeline smiled. This was the only time she would accept the fact that he mother kept coming to see her. She needed it. If someone was going to comfort her it might as well be her own mother. "I love you mama" Madeline whispered back with her eyes closed. Alone and Satisfied.

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Character Portrait: Jaylene Sullivan Character Portrait: Summer Vorhees Character Portrait: Kaleb Dean Sivaj Character Portrait: Sahara Ahmadi

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At the sound of Kaleb's voice, Jaylene froze, gawking at him as if she had completely forgotten he stayed the night. Half-baked, she didn't realize how long she was staring up at his silhouette. Had it not been for her guilty conscience she would have acted cooler. Unfortunately for her, between the pressing secrecy Summer and herself concealed about Mordicai and Jaylene getting banged out by Kaleb last night, her own culpability was forcing her to act unusual and skittish. He wouldn't give her away, right? He'd just act like he only showed up a few minutes ago. He wouldn't want Summer to think anything?…

When her gaze traced over him, his languorous and tantalizing body language enraptured her again. But she snapped her sights away from him, awkwardly muttering, "Oh… Heeeeeeeyy." She lowered her olive eyes and considered herself chopped fucking liver. Regardless of whatever ensued, surely no one else knew. Jaylene was likely to discharge the truth and give herself away if she continued to be so rigid and uncomfortable. Shuffling to her feet, she steadied herself against the wall and evaded the problem before it arose.

"Your dad wasn't like mad you showed up all late last night or anything I hope?" It was a horrible cover up directed towards Kale. She wouldn't look at him directly. Instead she examined the sky behind him, grabbing a handful of hair and pushing it away from her face. Fuck, she definitely needed something more than just a mellowing crumb of a drug. Clearing her throat, she stepped into the sun light and put her hands on her hips, leaning back and ogling into the distance.

"All this shit has me a little worked up, I gotta' admit." Sighing, she looked over her shoulder at Summer, Sahara, and then Kaleb. "I'll be right back out."

She disappeared into her house, hurtling herself into her room and haphazardly grabbing at things like a lunatic. Finally her fingers tore open the incense box and retrieved a baggy. Like a mad scientist, Jaylene's pupils ignited as she held it at eye level and flicked it with her index finger. Just as she was organizing a neat little line, Vera cracked the door and peeked her head in.

"What's the matter?"
"I uh," she shrugged and closed her eyes with the hardback in her lap.
"What's going on Jaylene?"
"I'm tweaking," she admitted and pressed her palms against the book, "I'm bugging out."
"Because you had a one night stand with your friend?" Vera laughed, letting herself in.

The older woman sat beside Jaylene, even extremely gentle in fashion as to not disturb the pristine striation of cocaine Jaylene had set. "It's not a joke, Vera. For real." Jaylene shuddered slightly. "I fucked my friend - my other friend is dead. Someone I care about is likely dying as we speak. And I think I… Well, Kaleb."

"What about him?"
"I don't know." She shrugged.
"It wasn't a one night stand." Vera pushed some of Jaylene's hair back behind her ear.
"What?" She stared at Vera, confused.
"It wasn't just sex?"
"…What?" Jaylene stammered, feeling nauseous.
"Maybe you like him a little more than just a friend?"

She didn't hesitate as she consumed the line via her nasal passage, unable to respond calmly or rationally to Vera's prying. The housekeeper only sighed, rubbing Jaylene's back and explaining, "I can't say I have the answers to all of your problems, Jaybug. This someone you care about - maybe you ought to tell them how you really feel. And Kaleb, I think there's more there than you're crediting. When you're young sometimes it's difficult to make out gray matter. Friends and lovers aren't just black and white. And the drugs aren't going to help you to differentiate. Try to eat something today," she framed the young girl's face with her cold hands, grazing a cheek with her thumb, "Okay?"

Jaylene only nodded, exhaling and setting the book aside.

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

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Summer Vorhees
Summer stood back up, letting Jay lead her to the back of the house "you headbutted Spitz? Jeeze girl what made you do that?" she shook her head "well you know Jojo right? Well found out this morning Lizzie friggen broke her nose last night, I still have no clue why either...I wish I could remember". Feeling Jay's hand on the back of her head, she let the blonde pull her face close, their lips almost touching. Soda blew smoke from her lips and Summer parted hers, inhaling the smoke into her lungs. "I love when you do that" she said as soon as she exhaled.

She leaned her head back, accepting the blunt back from Jay she took another drag as she listened to Jay. "Yeah I know...its just hard...withe everything else going on also" she looked over to Eazy then looked back to Soda. She couldn't say much because of Eazy being here also, she would have to catch Jay alone later. If she didn't tell Jay what was going on now, then the blonde might find out some other way and that wouldn't be good if Jay found out by someone else. She had to tell her best friend herself, even if it was difficult for her to put in words.

As Jay mentioned a party then crashing at the houuse she nodded "sounds like a plan Popsey, though I really don't have much I can bring besides the pot and some alcohol. Someone ransacked my room last night, eberything I had besides the pot...gone" she thought of the money she owned, grimacing slightly. She would just take a couple pills before they would leave so she would keep her high going for the night.

Just then a little fluff ball jumped into her lap, making her jump "Mitzers!" she grinned, picking up the small puppy and holding her close to her chest "its been a few days hasn't it". The small puppy licked at her face, excited about the attention Kite was giving her. She looked over to Vera, smiling "Heyy Vera, always good to see you!"

She laid back on the ground playing with Mitzie, hearing the familiar voice of Kaleb she looked over to him "heyy you". She sat up expecting a hug but there was nothing, he stood by Jaylene not sayinf anything else. She looked at him then to Jaylene then back to Kaleb "okay something hapoened last night...what happened?" she asked trying to remember. She remember arriving with Jay, Kaleb, and Avery. They all went in together but Jay went off with Spitz, she danced with Avery a bit before going off with Jojo. She remembered the bathroom, the ice, but everything seemed to blur after that. She remembering just wanting to forget about finding Mordi.

But as she looked to Kaleb something seemed...off. She didn't like this feeling, didn't like it at all "maybe I don't want to know" she muttered under her breath, laying back on the ground as she cuddled with Mitzie. "Where gonna go to the cove tonight Kaleb, invite the gang then come back to Jays and watch some movies. You in?" her voice changed a little not even looking to Kaleb as she spoke. Did something happened between Kaleb and her? She hated to even think about it. Did Kaleb know about Mordi? She didn't even want to bring it up, it just brought the memories of yesterday morning up.

Jay got up, looking a bit...was it nervousness? She wasn't sure but the girl left saying she would be back. Her eyes looked back over to Kaleb for a moment before she got up "just going to see if shes okay". Mitzie was still in her arms as she went inside the house and to Jays room, knocking on the door softly "Jay, hun you okay?"

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"Soda Pop!" Eazy's voice called back as she was maneuvering on her board to her best friend, seeming to have complete and utter control over it. Her body moving in an almost graceful manner. Slapping her hand against her best friend she laughed and came to a stop on her own board, one leg on the ground while the other kept a firm hold on the long board. "What happened to your face darling?" she asked as she turned to look at her, tilting her head to the side. "Need me to kick someone ass or something?" she asked with a grin as she stood there. "Maybe poison a drink or two." she said with a playful wink.

Sahara wasn't a very threatening person, and what she said was more of a joke then anything. But just because she didn't act on what she said, doesn't mean she didn't know how. Her brain was always ticking and she knew more things then a lot of kids at school. Then again that was just because her parents forced her to learn and learn, and then learn some more. "It looks like you have you little wild thing you.' she said laughing as she stood there.

"And you know same thing after another. After mom and dad saw Mordicai the T.V. they started to ask me so many questions." she said rolling her eyes. "Did you know this boy, you would never do drugs, if we ever caught you...blah blah blah." she said as she stood there. The irritation clearly heard in the young girls voice. "They drive me crazy! So finally I just snapped and told the both to shut up...I should still be in my room but..." she trailed off and shrugged, giving her friend a wicked grin. She would follow her friend up and down the road, just talking and rambling a bit. Though she would fall silent to let Jaylene talk as well.

After finally blowing off her own steam, Eazy looked up as she heard another yell, brown eyes soon landing on Summer. Smiling the younger girl waved to her friend as she made their way to them. "Hey Summer!" she said cheerfully. Content for then she fell silent and was just listening to Jaylene and Summer talk. Like always she was trying to observe and take in what they were talking about. Clearly something had happened with Summer and upset her greatly, but she wasn't able to put the pieces together as clear as she wanted them to be. She understood the death of a friend was the worst feeling that one could possible have, but she felt there was something more larking beneath the words she spoke.

Even as she followed them back to Jaylene's home she was a bite quiet as her mind was yet again ticking away. Part of her enjoyed it as she tried to put things together and came up with her own hypotheses and theories. When they got to the outdoor alfresco, the young girl dropped her board and laid down on the floor. Rolling around on it a bit and laughing before finally laying on her back and staring up words. "You guys are being picky about your words, what are you hiding?" she asked with a grin on her face. "Don't tell me, it makes it that much more interesting." she said before laughing.

For the most part it seemed like Eazy was okay with everything, but she had learn in years before to push things away that upset her, or at least try to. Mordicai's death did greatly upset her and it didn't show as much as she wanted to. But she knew everyone else was upset as well and didn't want to add on to anyone's own grief and sorrow. She didn't want to be a burden. "A party sounds really nice." Eazy piped up as she started to sit up once again. "It would be fun and I can bring some pills!" she said in a sing song voice as she sat there with the two girls.

That is when a new voice came into her mind, and once more the dark hair girl turned to see who it was, seeing Kaleb there "Hey Kaleb!" Sahara said before looking between him and the other two girls. When her eyes landed on Jaylene once again she grinned a bit, seeing the girl acting in a way she hardly ever seen her. She appeared...nervous. Laughing a bit she laid back down and started to hum the Little Mermaid's song 'Kiss the Girl' to herself. It might of been mean or rude, but she couldn't help herself. Something had happened between the two and she could just tell by their own interaction. Her dark eyes watched as Jaylene soon took off again, raising a small eyebrow as she laid there. Shrugging she didn't say anything as she looked over at Summer and the dog.

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Character Portrait: Jaylene Sullivan Character Portrait: Summer Vorhees Character Portrait: Madeline Starre Character Portrait: Kaleb Dean Sivaj Character Portrait: Tristan Hale Character Portrait: Sahara Ahmadi

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If Jaylene's fidgeting wasn't enough of a sign, the way her voice wavered as she extended a greeting was. Kaleb felt his head tilt slightly to the left, curiously peering at Jaylene. This morning she had no problem climbing on top of him with the intimacy of a lover and now she seemed to be doing exactly what Kaleb feared. Sure Kaleb had always thought all his female friends were attractive, but the fact that they were his friends stopped him from doing his usual dance of hit it and quit it. Doing so could ruin a friendship, and no sex was worth that.

With Jaylene he had thought it wouldn't be messy, she was supposed to be the one in composure of herself and feelings. Sure Kaleb knew the girl struggled with her own problems, but they all did. Either was he was sure that out of his friends, she would have been the type to easily let something like last night brush off her shoulder.

"Your dad wasn't like mad you showed up all late last night or anything I hope?"

Kaleb's eyes narrowed, was she so desperate to cover her tracks she had to do so before anyone even mentioned how Kaleb ended up stumbling onto the girls. Apparantly something had happened to Sodapop between her leaving him to sleep in her bed and him walking in on their smoking session. Had she realized what a mistake she made or maybe, just maybe, was she confused about what to make of the whole thing? Finally, Kaleb shrugged his shoulders, grabbing his pack of cigarettes that he had remembered to grab from his charred pants earlier. "I wouldn't know, I didn't stick around long enough to hear him start bitching." He answered, his wordplay both answered the question and alluded the truth, which probably was what provoked Jaylene to walk to the house mumbling about how she would be back, ignoring Summer's question.

Bringing the cancer stick to his lips, Kaleb lit the cigarette, inhaling it deeply hoping the smoke would burn the secrets within. "Nothing happened, I think she's on her rag or something." He blew out the smoke, attempting to appear indifferent and nostalgic. If Jaylene wanted to pretend like the whole thing never happened, Kaleb could play that game. "Sounds good for tonight, I'm on my way to Tristan's so I'll let him know."

He would talk to Summer when it was just them two about the drugs, Eazy was a cool chick but she wasn't part of the tight knit group he called family. Therefore Kaleb did not enjoy her being a part of their issues, and even better for him she was close with Soda. What if Soda told her what happened, "See you Eazy." He said with a wink, turning to walk down the driveway, cigarette in hand.

Tristan lived about four cigarettes away from Jaylene, and when Kaleb realized the boy wasnt home he sat on the front steps smoking his fifth one. There was to much going on, Kaleb was tired of females for right now. Checking his texts Eliza once again had texted him as well as Maddie. I don't know, but if you find a way out let me know he sent to the dark haired vixen, wondering what sort of things were weighing down Madeline's day. It seemed like nothing was going right, Kaleb couldn't even bring himself to accept Mordi's death, it was all too much.

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Madeline

Madeline had opened the sun roof in her 'fathers' car as she was smoking the weed she had stashed in it. After the weed starting taking affect her mother disappeared leaving Maddie in the car alone. She exhaled a puff of smoke and stared up into the sky. It was perfect. The sun was out and the clouds weren't overpowering the sky, but Madeline couldn't see the light in all her darkness. No matter what she was always filled with despair with no one to unleash it on. It was a pain that she couldn't handle. Dumping it on someone else would have been easier. Finding someone to help carry it is the hard part. Inhaling more of the weed she was stopped feeling the pain. Now it was just thoughts.

She exhaled the weed and heard her phone vibrate twice. She reached over for it and saw one was from Kaleb and the other was from her pervert of a drug dealer. Kalebs message proved a point that Madeline had been trying to prove. Nothing good comes from being here. Besides her friends that she was hiding from and her adopters who she never truly loved nothing here was worth staying. Sure things. Is Summer okay? I heard something was wrong. She sent the message to her boo and then checked the message from her drug dealer. As usual he was looking for her. He wanted her for something she wasn't ready to give him. Reaching into the glove compartment she puled out 100 dollars. It was enough to cover what she wanted, but she was ready to be with him again. It was dangerous.

She inhaled the last of her weed and through it out the window. Exhaling slowly to make this part last. She was officially better. The pain went away and now she was numb. That was more dangerous than when she is sober. She sat up in the car and stared out into the open of the lakeside. It was beautiful. It was perfect. It was pure. Madeline was tainting it with her presence. How could she be around something so pure and feel okay? How could her friends? The weed wasn't enough Thinking to herself. Her thoughts were suppose to cease. Being numb to pain meant she wasn't suppose to think about it.

Looking at the message from Stephan she took a deep breath and took a chance. I will be there in 5 minutes She sent the message and started the car. His house was down the street from hers which was worse when it was dark. How can you go back to him? She thought to herself. After avoiding him you crawl back. She was at war with herself. She had to go. He took the pain away. He made her feel loved even when she wasn't. She felt special and she wanted that feeling again from someone. In the driveway of his house she parked the car and pulled back out her phone. Someone needed to know where she was. Kaleb was the only one who gave a mini care about where she was. Btw. If something goes wrong. Look for the black benz down the street from my house. Just come and get me Kaleb would understand that she just wanted someone to know where she was.

Stephan stepped out of the house eager to get her in the house. Whatever she was doing was wrong. It was wrong, but it always felt right. It was something that you do knowing you are in the wrong. He never hurt her. He was gentle, but he didn't care about her. It was sex and money he wanted. And yet she kept going back hoping to find love.

She stepped out of the car with her phone in her back pocket. Stephan took hold of her and she took the ecstasy pill that he had handed her. It made things easier and he knew that. He took one as well. Madeline took one more look outside before he shut the door. Slam! She was trapped. No way out. No turning back. No regrets. He took hold of her and the drugs kicked in. She was going to regret this afterwards. She couldn't find love wit him. It was just nice to pretend.

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Character Portrait: Jaylene Sullivan Character Portrait: Summer Vorhees Character Portrait: Kaleb Dean Sivaj Character Portrait: Sahara Ahmadi

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Jaylene shuddered at Summer's voice, her blood-stricken green eyes darting towards the open doorway Vera had previously disappeared through. "Where's Eazy?" She stammered, wiping unpigmented fine particles from her nose.

Everyone for the most part, seemed to be in on the plan. Summer had a way with words and everyone seemed to follow. She was evocative and enticing, her word would draw everyone to a party. With enough smooth-going, Jaylene would be a professional therapist by the end of the night with no preexisting notions. As she sat with her feet pressed aggressively against the carpet, she twitched a little. Harboring indignation and spite was going to give her ugly wrinkles in her face. Her mother always told her stress would make her age truculently. Then again, did she really care? Drugs did it too. She traced the skin along her cheeks, down across her lips with her fingers. Continuing to tell herself she'd be fine if she just let it all go, acted natural, and had a good time, she looked out the window and exhaled heavily. Her lungs even rasped a little - they weren't too accustomed to smoking anymore.

"I'm fine, bay." She crooned, somehow awkwardly convincing. Once to her feet, she tugged at the bill of her Obey hat and paced towards Summer, tilting her head. Jaylene stuck out her lower lip, pouting like Mitzie did when she was hungry and putting an index finger under Kite's chin, "I hated to see you so sad yesterday. You're beautiful, you know that? You look awesome today." After her mawkish sentiment, she gave the Shiba Inu puppy eskimo kisses while making silly little girlish noises. "I just had a rough night, you know, Kite?" Jaylene's glassy virescent eyes only focused on the tickled pink puppy who was soaking up every last bit of attention.

Bringing herself to stand straight, she gathered her hair into one hand and gripped it as if contemplating whether or not to tie it up or into a braid. A drawn out, feline yawn escaped her lips as she let the cocaine fully smash her presentiments and take her away. Her lips were pale, nubile and inviting.

She had to let it all go. What would everyone think if she just kept being a resentful bitch? But then again - was it really out of the norm? Fuck no. Even she could admit that to herself. 99% of the time, Jaylene wasn't inviting or warm. For some reason she had garnered friends and irregardless of her compassion where they were concerned, they seemed to not give a fuck. Well, except for Summer. Summer always exclusively gave a shit about Jaylene. And Jaylene felt the same. Summer was like a fucked up, cryptic version of the lionized Mother Goose.

Jaylene loved it.

"I just have to tell you," she sighed uneasily, tossing her hat to the opposite side of her bed. When she inhaled through her nose, her frame rattled and elicited shivers. "I love you so much." She drew Summer in, Mitzie sandwiched between them. "I'd do anything for you, I would." The little canine wriggled and groaned, eager to be included.

"Seriously, Summer. I'd fucking walk the line for you babe. I had nothing until I met you. You made me feel like I was a part of something bigger than just myself and my bitching and moaning. And Kaleb. And everyone… I just want you to know that Kaleb really loves you too, don't look past that." Pressing her head to Summer's, she softly grasped at the back of her friend's neck. "I love you." She repeated in a whisper.

"And I need to let you know about what happened last night - "
"Alright girls, party's over." Came an unfamiliar voice.

Jaylene whipped her head towards the doorway where stood a saddened Vera, shaking her head apologetically beside a police officer and what looked like a nurse's assistant. "Shitting me?" Her hand dropped away from Summer. Vera reached a few fingers out in desperation, her umber eyes welling with tears.

Laughing hoarsely, Jaylene spat, "You kidding me, Vera?" Habitually she wiped her nose, knowing it didn't matter now. Jaylene knew perfectly well what Vera had done and where she was going. How could she do this? As if Jaylene hadn't been betrayed enough. Placid and still, Jaylene was internally combusting and losing her mind. With a smirk, she glanced at the officer and the medical representative. Then she nodded, causing them to edge backwards in anticipation of how to handle the erratic teen.

"Honey, this is just so we can get you help. Only for a little while. I called your parents and…"
"You called my fucking parents?"
"I care about you, Jaylene! I don't want you to be depressed or… or wind up dead somewhere like your friend!"
"Get a fucking grip, chain reactions aren't that common in fucking Belleville."
"It's for you own good, I just care about you."
"You just told me," Jaylene pointed at mid-air, shrieking and shaking, "You want me to spend time with my friends! Not go to a fucking looney bin!"
"Jaylene it is not a sanitarium; it's a home."
"You've been watching too many soap operas, Vera."

Jaylene was in utter disbelief, face-palming herself until she trudged painstakingly to the window. "Kiddo, your family just wants you to be okay." The officer said firmly, stepping towards the doorway and escorting Summer towards Vera. "Ha. Ha. Ha." Jaylene grimaced, grabbing the windowsill to stabilize herself. Vera pushed past the officer to approach Jaylene, "You hardly eat anymore, Jaybug… You're flying off the handle."

"I'd love to show you what that truly looks like," mumbled the loaded teenager as everything hit her conscience at once. The odds had been stacked against her all along. There was no one she could trust. The few she could, she was being taken away from. Timidly Vera reached a bony hand towards Jaylene's shoulder, "What's that, honey?" Then the same bone structure she reached toward jerked back, causing an elbow to catch her nose. Vera stumbled.

By some twist of events, Jaylene successfully pivoted and caught Vera by her flailing arms to force all of her weight onto the domestic. In no time, the teenager was sitting on top of Vera who had toppled onto the floor and sinking a punch into her jaw. Before the cop could restrain her, Jaylene had her hands around Vera's throat, screaming and gripping tighter, "What, all of this bullshit wasn't enough?!" The poor maid's eyes looked like they would pop out of her skull as she gasped for breath, blood gushing from face while she choked. "I wasn't dealing with enough?!"

At the sight of her longtime family friend and servant turning blue, Jaylene's face hardened as did her grasp. The determination written on the teenager's face was horrifying. Finally the cop maneuvered behind her while the health care worker operated away Jaylene's hands. The Sullivan girl was seeing red by the time the officer scooped his hands beneath her arms and lifted her, her feet kicking wildly in the air. Jaylene was screaming so loudly, she wasn't even sure what she was saying. The amount of balance the law enforcer demonstrated during this time was impressive, his feet spread apart to bear all of the weight and the thrashing. "Calm. DOWN!" He endorsed, locking the coked out minor in his grip.

"Take me away, you fucking pussy!" Jaylene screeched, cudgeling as he held her. Blond hair was strewn about as she fought against him, her glaucous eyes ablaze. "Take me away or I swear I'll fucking kill her!" She pointed to Vera who was rolling on the carpet, attempting to regain her oxygen flow. Unfortunately the officer hadn't thought through entirely what he was getting himself into, that much was clear when the juvenile's hand scrabbled at his belt and unbuttoned the holster that was secured to his right side.

Popping the safety off of the gun, Jaylene fired a shot into the ceiling which caused him to drop her onto the floor to cover his own head, as if he really didn't know where the shot came from. With adrenaline pumping haphazardly and at accelerated speed, she had no trouble getting to her feet and backing into the doorway while pointing the gun at the adults. "Idiots," she laughed.

Instinctively they all put their hands up, except for Vera.
"Come on now, let's not do something crazy," pleaded the cop, his Belleville Department badge glistening under the skylight.
"Sweetie, it's okay. Just put the gun down, we'll leave." Came the attempted reassurance from the nurse.
"You heard her, we'll just leave. We don't want anyone to get hurt."

Jaylene sighed, pressing the barrel to her head of flaxen tresses as she pursed her lips in contemplation. "So tell me…" The girl narrowed her eyes to read the crest, "Officer Yusko… Yuh… Sko? That how you say it?" The adults were flinching, terrified that the girl would take her own life. It was by no mistake that Jaylene had stood in front of Summer, to protect her. To show that she wasn't going anywhere with anyone and this was where she belonged. A sincere grin spread across her face while a finger idly outlined the trigger of the police-issued carbine. "How stupid do you feel right now?" Jaylene was marking her territory now.

"Now people won't have to wonder why I burned down the cemetery and started all those fires. They'll just know. I fucking hate everything about this town except for my friends. This place - it wasted me. I'd burn the whole place to the fucking ground if I could. Mordicai Love - I found him lying in his bedroom face down. I knew he was dead over a day ago. What other potentially illegal confessions do I have... " The police officer was completely astounded by what appeared to him to be the teenager's honesty. "I drive drunk on occasion. Are you getting all this, Officer Yusko? ... Oh and anyway, I am absolutely cookoo for cocaine."

Suddenly the scene moved in slow motion while Jaylene tilted her head against the vat of the weapon to get a good look at the medical and law enforcement personnel. The man couldn't have been a day over forty; his features were delicately aged with lines and strains, his big hazel eyes haunted with experiences he probably could have gone without. Knelt beside Vera, the RN, CNA, or whatever the hell she was, looked to be in her late twenties with beautiful vermeil hair - hardly ready to have stumbled into the situation she was currently in. Their fear generated no sympathy from the apoplectic teenager. "I'll cut you all some slack."

Jaylene jammed the barrel into her open mouth, causing a slew of "No!" and gasps from the adults. Muffled laughter came from her as she pulled the gun away, "Jesus Christ it was a fucking joke, like I'm that stupid. Good to see someone cares though; so really, like, thanks." She brandished the gun in the air. "I'm gonna' get the fuck out of here, and you aren't gonna' find me." Her tone was deviating.

"But just to be sure…" She breathed as she aimed down the police officer's leg. Without warning she drew the trigger back towards her. A distressed yowl cut through the air as Jaylene ditched the gun, shoved her friend towards the front door and booked ass to her car while the adults inside panicked. Outside, she grabbed Summer by her forearms, "Not a word. Say I hit you and I ran. Anything. Okay? I love you. So much. And everyone. I fucking love them. I love you." She weakened in stature before pressing her lips to Kite's forehead. "I gotta' go…"

She took no time in getting into her car and disappearing from town. She hadn't a clue where she was going or how she was getting out of this - but the drugs always had their ways. It felt like Jaylene hadn't breathed a single time when she sped over a border and into another city. Finally she exhaled, her adrenaline pumping so hard that her brain throbbed and the harlequin specters whispered, "Keep driving." The polychromatic fairies always knew the real answers, anyway, just like they knew her friends would have a blast without her.

"Ta-ta for now bitches." Jaylene smiled like the Cheshire Cat and floored the gas.


"No need to come to me, when I can make it all the way to you. You made it clear, you weren't near, near enough for me."

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Summer Vorhees
As Vera squeezed by Summer in the doorway, the women put a hand on her shoulder and squeezed lightly before walking off. Summer looked back at Vera but shook her head before her attention went back to Jay. Her blonde friend asked where Eazy was, she took a few steps into the room, Mitzie was curled up in her arms seeming to really like Summer's attention. "She is outside still, I wanted to come to make sure you were okay, you looked a bit off" she moved a piece of hair away from her face. Last night was a blur for her, she wasn't sure if she wanted to remember but at the same time she did. It would help out with all this confusion she was dealing with at the moment.

Jay answered her with a fine, walking over to her with a pouted look "have I ever told you I love it when you pout like that, so cute" she smirked, feeling Jay's finger under her chin she looked into her friends eyes. "I hated to see you so sad yesterday. You're beautiful, you know that? You look awesome today." Jaylene then put her attention to the little furball in her arms "Jay...are you really looking at me" she laughed "I looke like shit babe, I wish instead of forgetting about last night I could forget about finding Mordi, his lifeless body..." she stuttered on the last couple words as she tried to keep her emotions in check."I just had a rough night, you know, Kite?" Summer didn't like to hear that, she wished she could take Jay and every one of her friends problems away, make it all good. Lately everyone including herself was falling apart and she really wished she had it in herself to make everything better "I sorry hun, I wish I could juat make it all better. Wish we could go back to spring break, to our trip...we had such a great time. Just us."

Jay had a look on her face, Summer could tell the inside of Jay's mind was running. Her hand reached up to Jay's face, caressing it softly "whatcha thinking about Popsey." Jay then told her she loved her, and Summer smiled "I love you too Jay, your like my sister...please just don't ever leave me like Mordi did. Not sure if I could metally deal with that". Jay then brought her in for a hug, Mitzie squeezed between them wiggling in her arms.

"Seriously, Summer. I'd fucking walk the line for you babe. I had nothing until I met you. You made me feel like I was a part of something bigger than just myself and my bitching and moaning. And Kaleb. And everyone… I just want you to know that Kaleb really loves you too, don't look past that." With Jay's head pressed against hers her mind went over the words her friend just said "Ill always be here for you Jay, no matter what always. I knew from the second we met we would be close. Especially when the first words out of your mouth to me was 'hey you want a smoke'" she laughed then thought about what Jay said about Kaleb, something clicked in her mind at Jay's words. Kaleb really loves you…Oh course he did, but now as she thought about it she knew there was more to Kaleb's feelings then she thought of, how could she be so blind...but she never liked a guy before. Jay snapped her out of her thoughts with a whisper, a smile formed on her lips "Love you to hun".

"And I need to let you know about what happened last night - " Summer looked into Jay's eyes, but she pivoted around just as she heard a voice interrupt her friend "Alright girls, party's over." Summer's eyes went wide as she now was looking at a cop, a nurse and Vera beside the other woman. "Fuck no" her attention went to Jay who also was taking in what was going on. "You fucking bitch" she looked directly at Vera, who she always looked after her when she spent time with Jay, always telling Jay and her that they need to eat more. How could Vera do this to Jay?

Jay and Vera started to exchange words, she tried to listen but she could only catch bits and pieces. Her mind was blown at what was happening, this people were going to take Jay away from her, to take her to a place where Bella has spent time at. Her mind was spinning, Jay was screaming and very much on the edge. Shaking her head she went to go over to Jay but hands were on her shoulders and moving her towards Vera "don't touch me!" she yelled to the cop who was now trying to get Jay to calm down. "Save your you fuckin Po, she doesn't need your help!" Vera's hand went to her arm but Summer pushed it off "Summer this is for her own good...you should.. she interrupted Vera with a laugh "I trusted you, I fucking trusted you but not anymore."

Vera's attention went back to Jay, the older women moved towards her blonde friend as she tried to calm Jay down. Like hell that was going to happen. "You hardly eat anymore, Jaybug… You're flying off the handle." Summer just shook her head, Vera didn't know what flying off the handle meant at all.

In a blink of an eye Jay had Vera on the ground, hands around the old women's neck. This situation just kept getting worse, Jay just needed to go. "Jay please bay..." she didn't even know she was crying, all this was hitting her hard but unknowing to her it was just about to get worse. The cop picked Jay off of Vera who now was being looked over by the nurse. Jay was losing it by the minute and all Summer could do was watch, she felt useless but all this was too much for her.

A gun was shot, Summer's eyes were wide as she saw Jay with a gun now backing towards her "Jay..." she whispered, putting her arms around her friends waist when the blonde was close enough. She would never forget this, Jay was now holding a gun to her own head "please Jay please no I can't lose you" her grip on Jay got tighter as she pleaded for Jay to stop. Her eyes went to the adults in the room who now looked frightened "this is all your fault, look at what you fucking have done" she yelled, her eyes glaring at Vera.

Jay then started to confess things, that she was the one starting fires, the one to find Mordi. She felt dizzy, Jay was the one playing with fire all this time? Well it seemed all of them were holding secrets from each other. Jay then did another thing unexpexted, moving the head of the gun into her mouth. Summer went riggid, if Jay pulled the trigger it would all be over because most likely the bullet would go through the back of Jay and into her. Maybe it would be for the best but right after that thought came to mind she shook her head "Please Popsey I can't lose you" she whispered into her friends ear pleadingly. Jay then laughed, saying it was a joke.

Another gunshot was heard, she watched unemotionally as Jay shot the cops leg. Her friend was then pulling her away from the door and outside, it was all a blure, her head spinning as Jay held her forearms. "Not a word. Say I hit you and I ran. Anything. Okay? I love you. So much. And everyone. I fucking love them. I love you...I gotta go" Jay's words hit her hard, a kiss to the forehead from the blonde then Jay was off. She walked to the middle of the road, watching her friends car speed down the road "Take me with you" she yelled, but the car didn't stop or turn around. It just kept going. It was all too much, her mother gone, mordi's death...now her best friend was gone. She felt dizzy, lost, next thing she knew she was falling to the ground, into the black.

She wasn't sure how long she was out but when her eyes fluttered open she was no longer laying on the ground, she was on a gurney with people over her. "Don't touch me....Get your hands fucking off me" she yelled as she sat up and got off the gurney. A woman who was an EMT went over to her "Miss please take it easy.." she felt a hand on her shoulder, her eyes went to the women "I told you not to fucking touch me!" She pulled away from the EMT and looked around the scene. There was a few police cars, a couple ambulances "wheres Jay" she asked to no one in particular.

"We were hoping you could answer that Miss" her eyes went to the male cop that was now standing in front of her "if I knew that would I be fucking asking that!" Just then Vera was being pulled out on a gurney, it was her fault this all happened. Her fault Jay is gone. She quickly ran over to the gurney, putting her hands on the side of it to stop the EMTs from moving it. Staring down at the women she started screaming "This is your fault! All your fault! If you just left her be she still would fucking be here! You bitch took away my friend, my best friend" Vera looked scared "Summer...please...she needs help...you need help.. the womens words were scratchy and hoarse, a laughed escaped Summers throat. Before she could say anything back a couple police officers were pulling her away from the gurney "I don't need help!" she yelled as the cops pulled her away.

As soon as they were a safe distance away the cops started to ask her questions. "Whats your parents number? There names? We will call them to come get you". Summer shook her head "my dads dead and my moms on a vacation but I have an older sister". She gave them the information, Bella was called and soon she was leaving the scene in her sisters car. She made sure to grab Mitzie on her way out, there was no one left at the house to take care of Mitzie, so she would take care of the pup for Jay. Her sister didn't say anything to her on the short distance home, Summer was boiling inside and was ready to just explode.

As soon as the car stopped in the driveway Summer was out the car door and heading into the house, up the stairs and to her parents room. She grabbed her stash and went ot her room, locking the door, she was shaking as she took out the crank. After a few lines she looked around her room and just flipped, throwing things left and right. Bella was outside her door, pounding on it "Summer let me in, please calm down, lets talk about this" her sisters voice pleaded through the door. "Don't tell me to fucking calm down!" she yelled as she contined to destroy her room

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She heard glass break, looking dow at her foot she saw she stepped onto a picture framed that held a picture of Jay and her. Leaning down she oicked up the frame, accidentally cutting her hand on the glass "fuck" she whispered but didn't pay any attention to it, blood seeped out of the wound dripping on the floor but her eyes were on the picture. During spring break Jay and her decided to just take off for a small road trip, just them. It was the last time she felt really happy, she wished she could just go back to that time, let it last forever. She crumpled down the ground "Jay...please come back" she whispered, she wasn't sure how she would tell her friends, she wasn't even sure she wanted to even see any of them. Most likely they would leave her life also, first her dad...her mom...then Mordi...now Jay. Everyone she cared for was diappearing from her life like dominos. She wasn't sure how much more she could take, she was definately just ready to break. Mitzie came over, curling up in Summer's lap to give the girl comfort in a small way.

Unknown to her Bella went downstairs and decided to try to get some help. Bella knew Kaleb would be able to get the door open and also would want to help Summer. She pulled up a text and quickly wrote out a message to Kaleb Kaleb, this is Bella, I need help, Summer needs help. Shit just went down at Jays, shes gone and Summers tweaking bad. She locked herself in her room and I can't get in. Can you please come help??

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"Mordi's dead," Tristan just stared out into the street with a blank expression on his face, "I've heard" he said taking a drag of his blunt. Hearing Kaleb say it gave him a bittersweet feeling as he was glad that his friend already knew so he wouldn't have to be the one to tell him, but then again being told yet again of Mordi's death just made him unable to deny it. He was still processing it all in his head and as badly as he just wanted to sink into denial and tell himself that this was all just a bad trip or a really fucked up nightmare the fact of the matter was it was real. Mordicai was dead and he was never coming back to them.

"Mordi's dead and I fucked Jaylene last night." Tristan's eyes shot over to look at Kaleb and the look on his face showed his complete shock "What?!" Looking back out to the street he took another drag of his blunt, as he exhaled letting the smoke escape his body he just shook his head as he let out a chuckle. "Well can't say I never saw it coming," Tristan said looking back at Kaleb.

It was pretty obvious to them all that Kaleb was pretty much in love with Summer. Sadly for Kaleb the girl he just so happened to love could only love another girl the way he loved her. It truth it was quite tragic and Tristan couldn't help but feel bad for the guy. One of the best things about never letting his emotions get involved when it came to his dealings with the opposite or same sex for that matter was there was never a chance of him getting hurt. When it comes to the relationship he has with the people outside of his circle of friends he does his best to just keep it "professional" so to speak. Whenever he sees that the other person is starting to develop strong feelings for him is when he typical pulls out which he figures causes them pain. His intentions have never been to hurt anyone but at the end of the day if someone is going to come out of things with a broken heart he rather it be them rather than himself.

"Look I don't know if what happened last night between you and Soda was just fucking or something more but you two may want to figure that out before shit starts getting complicated. And trust me you don't want it to get complicated." Tristan knew how crazy things could get when you crossed that friends line. He had went down it with Liz unbeknown to their friends and he was still going through it till this day. The whole reason these were so rocky between them now was because they had decided to cross the line that Kale and Jay had crossed last night.

"I know you have feelings for Kite ... but we all know the girl is never going to straighten out her arrow. Maybe this could be a good thing." Tristan said taking on last hit from his blunt before tossing it aside. "If it makes you feel any better your not the only one who's fucked within the circle." Tristan said with a sigh as he suddenly wished he hadn't just finished that blunt.

He was about to continue on when his mom came outside "Glad to see someone finally made it home" she said stepping down the few steps until she was standing on the pavement in front of her son. "Hello Kaleb" you could tell in her tone she wasn't really happy to see young man. His parents hated all his friends as they blamed his choice of company on the reason for his "spiraling". The only one of his friends that his mom had ever like was Lizzie and that was because according to his mother she sparked a change in him.

During his on again off again down low relationship with her during the times when they were together he was actually faithfully to her although she probably wouldn't believe him if he told her that. Of course he would flirt and get numbers but that was all to keep up appearances. They were keeping their relationship a secret from everyone and if he all of sudden just stopped being the guy they all knew him to be that would have led to suspensions that would led to questions that he wouldn't be able to answer without telling them what was going on. None of that mattered now however because the second Lizzie left without a word to him he decided that he was getting him stuck back into the cycle of off again on again.

"Honey, I know about what happened to your friend Mordicai. I am so sorry." His mother voice was full of sorrow and Tristan didn't want to hear it. All day all he had heard from people was that they were so sorry for him, he didn't need or want people telling him that they were sorry for him. He didn't even understand why everyone felt sorry for him, it wasn't like he was the one that had lost his life at such a young age. It wasn't his corpse that would either be burned to ash or tossed into a casket and buried under six feet of dirt that in time would be nothing more than maggot food and bones.

"Poor boy, I can't even imagine what his parents are going through right now. And with the cemetery being set on fire I -" Tristan cut his mother off not wanting to hear he voice anymore "Can you please for me ... just shut the fuck up! Okay I don't care about your damn sorry or what his parents are going through or anything else. I just don't give a fuck and you standing here right now is just pissing me off. So .. if you would please" He pointed to the front door and as she stood there for a moment in silence she turned in looked at Kaleb "It was nice seeing you Kaleb." Glancing over at Tristan who was now just standing down at the ground "Umm .. I talk to you later sweetie."

As the women walked up the stairs that led back into the house Tristan felt his phone vibrating "What now!" he said taking his phone out of his pocket.

From: Liz
To: Tristan

Message: Hey everyone, let’s meet up at lakeside? It's beautiful out. <3

Putting the phone away he looked over at Kaleb "Let's hope this goes better than the last time we were all at lakeside." he said recalling the drama from that night.

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Kaleb Dean Sivaj


Confused, Kaleb looked to Tristan, "What do you mean you could see it coming?" Frankly Kaleb was sick of his friends supposedly seeing through everything. Then as Tristan continued to mention about Summer, something within Kaleb snapped. "Why does everyone keep thinking I have a thing for Summer? She's my best friend, yea I'm not going to lie I care for her, maybe a little more than I should but I'm not in love with her." Exasperated, Kaleb let his hands fall to his side. Was he that transparent?

It was then that Tristan's mother poked out, offering a stale greeting to Kaleb. "Hello Mrs. Hale." Kaleb said with an all knowing smirk, sparking a cigarette right in the woman's face. Kaleb was well aware that his friends parents all thought Kaleb as a had influence - it was only because he was. Wincing inwardly, Kaleb kept his eyes trained to the ground as Tristan reamed out his mother for merely showing concern. As someone who didn't have parents who cared about him, Kaleb often struggled when he witnessed his friends disrespect their own parents. What Kaleb would do to have his mother....

"You should really be nicer to her." Kaleb suggested, exhaling the smoke smoothly as Mrs. Hale returned inside the house.

Tristan just ignored him and mentioned lakeside and then disappeared inside the house to change. Kaleb nodded in understanding and sat upright to watch the block. Taking this spare moment to check his texts he saw he had several unread texts. Lizzie mentioned lakeside, annoyed Kaleb ignored the texts, after all he had been the one to make the plans with Summer for lakeside. But how would Lizzie know that? Poor girl had been gone for so long, Kaleb could feel her slowly become a victim of his animosity. Frankly after Tristan's comment about Summer, Kaleb didn't really want to see him either.

Mordi's girl had texted him back, Kaleb wasnt in a very social mood so he just wrote:

We meet about three miles past the camp ground, you'll probably hear us once you park

That should have been enough direction, the last text he had was from Bella, Summer's sister. Confused, Kaleb read the text, immediately hopping to his feet as Tristan rejoined Kaleb and asked if Kaleb needed to stop at his house. Before Kaleb could even respond, Tristan clapped his hands over his ears in annoyance as heavy death metal disturbed the serene block.

Suddenly distracted, Kaleb looked across the yard to see Lizzia face to face with her brother who seemed to be yelling obscenities. He could see Lizzie be shoved, and before Kaleb had the time to react Tristan was across the street. Conflicted, Kaleb looked from his phone to Tristan and Lizzie, and back to his phone. Maybe Tristan was right, and Kaleb needed to get over Summer, but she needed him now. Without so much as looking back, Kaleb took out in a full sprint to Summer's house.

After about a mile, Kaleb's breathing became labored, being a regular cigarette smoker did not help with his breathing. Pushing himself to keep pace, Kaleb knew he had to get to Summer before she pushed herself to the point of no return. Jaylene and Mordi were completely out of his mind, all he could think about was Summer.

Barreling through Summer's front door, Kaleb ignored Bella and trucked it up the stairs to face Summer's door. It was strange to see it closed, let alone locked. Summer always had an open door policy, and for her to change that Kaleb knew something was wrong. He began banging on the door, "Kite! It's Kaleb - Bella texted me, what's going on baby, come on just let me in Summer." Kaleb pleaded, knowing if Summer didn't let him in, he would just have to break the door down.

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Trippin' out Spinnin' around I'm underground, I fell down I'm freakin' out So where am I now? Upside down And I can't stop it now
Summer Vorhees
Image Looking at the broken picture frame in her hand Summer could not stop thinking about the trip with Jay. There was no worries, just Soda and her against the world. The day the decided to hangout at the beach was one of the more memorable days of their small vacation. Watching the waves come in, listening to the children playing nearby, it was like everything was perfect. Now everything was breaking apart and she was losing everyone. Soon she would have no one, they would all leave wouldn't they? Jay had no choice, she did understand that but why Mordi? Why did he have to die and leave all the people he cared for. It wasn't fair.

Gritting her teeth she threw the broken picture frame across the room at a wall "why why why!" she screamed. Her hand was still bleeding but she didn't care. Nothing matter anymore, nothing. Her head was spinning, she could feel the crank has started to play with her mind. A small smile creeped up on her face, she stood up looking at her destroyed room. All she could do was laugh.

Her mind went over what happened today, it was like a sick joke but it was real. She planned on telling Jay everything but now she had to bury down her secrets once more and act like nothing was wrong. If only that was true. If only Mordi was still alive and Jay was still here. Her phone kept buzzing in her pocket but she didn't want to talk to anyone, she wanted them to stop acting like everything was okay because it wasn't. Taking her phone out of her pocket she chucked it hard against the floor "fuck it, fuck it all".

Summer looked at the bag of drugs, the only things that kept her feeling alive, kept her going when she just wanted to crash. A wave of dizziness hit her, laughing she sat down in the chair that was in front of her. When was the last time she ate? She could not remember but the monster made her feel nausouse when she even looks at food. Nothing appeased her taste buds anymore. Oh well it wasn't like she had money to go out and buy food, even with Bella working most of the money she had was for her goodies.

She turned her head towards the stairs when she heard footsteps running up the stairs "leave me alone Bella! Just fucking leave me be" she yelled, picking up one of her shoes she flung it at the door. The voice on the other side of the doorway was not Bella's it was Kalebs, she almost wanted to run over, open the door and have Kaleb just hold her. Almost. His banging against the door was making her head throb but she didn't want to open the door.

Early before everything went down Kaleb acted really weird, like there was something wrong between them and she didn't like it. "Fuck it, fuck everyone! How do I know you aren't going to leave too. Everyones just fucking leaving and I can't take it! I can't take it anymore" she yelled then looked back at her bag of goods. She started rumaging through it, taking out a couple of x, she popped them in her mouth and swallowed them dry. Getting up from the chair she went and laid down in the middle of the floor, looking up the ceiling she just started laughing, the laughs turned to crys and she just could not stop.


(will post oli once their at the lakeside)

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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 a few minutes of just laughing and crying Summer heard another sound, Mitzie started barking at the door. Turning her head a little she looked towards the door, which Kaleb was trying to get open. She should just let him in but she didn't want to move and didn't want to deal with the many questions Kaleb would ask her. Kaleb then again yelled for her to let him in but she did not give a response, what was she suppose to say? Her thoughts kept going back to when Jay said that Kaleb loved her, how could she be so blind? He was always there, even when she didn't want him to be, he was there. Always taking care of her when she couldn't. But now that she kinda knew what was she suppose to do?

Image Putting her hands to her head she let out a frustrated groan, Mitzie kept barking at the door as Kaleb kept trying to get in. At one point she heard wood breaking, a few minutes later the door was crashing to the ground with Kaleb falling right behind the door. A drugged induced laugh escaped her lips as she just laid there.

Arms pulled her in, bringing her into a safe embrace. Her hands gripped at Kaleb's forearms, biting her lip as Kaleb asked whats wrong. Where does she even begin? Theres so much wrong more then there was right. She forgot about her wounded hand, her blood now seeped onto Kaleb's arm. "I...I..Kaleb shes gone, she left. Everyone is leaving, why? Why does everyone have to leave" she choked on a cry, leaning her head against Kaleb she let out a sigh.

"My mother left awhile ago, pack up everything during the middle of the night. At least she had the decency to leave a note. She said she had to leave, that she couldn't handle the gried of my fathers death. She left some money for us but that was it. Then Mordi..." images of Mordi's dead body plagued her mind, gripping her eyes closed she continued to explain whats wrong "yes....yesterday, please forgive me Jay told me not to say anything...that people would ask too many questions...I...I found Mordi...dead at his house...lifelesss". She was quiet for a few moments as she thought of Mordi.

"I..I called Jay, she came...took me out of the house, said to keep this between her and I. Seeing him so lifeless, he keeps followong me, I can not keep Mordi's corpse from my mind" she gripped Kaleb's arm a bit "then today....today at Soda's..." Her breathing became a bit heavier as she started crying again "Vera....police...Jay ontop of Vera, choking her.....Jay, the fires in town, she started them....gunshot....Jay shot the officer...she shot him and took me outside....she then left, she left me, us....but she had to, she had to but Jay, why kaleb, why!"

Turning around, she now was facing Kaleb, putting her hands on his shoulders "she also said something else, something about you" she looked into his eyes as she spoke, trying to figure out if it was true. "..I just want you to know that Kaleb really loves you too, don't look past that." Jay's voice was heard in her thoughts as she tried to figure out how to ask Kaleb. "Kaleb...my wild man....how could I be so blind?" her unwounded hand went to Kaleb's cheek "Jay told me that you love me, really loves me and to not look past that. What did she mean Kaleb? I wish..." she didn't continue, laying her head on Kaleb's chest "You always make me feel safe when everything around me isn't, I love you Kaleb, I really do".

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Summer was obviously high as a kite. Gently pushing stray strands of hair that stuck to her cheeks that were damp with tears, Kaleb let Summer melt into him. The way she clung to him, with such desperation and need, Kaleb could feel himself break a little inside. Something was very wrong, and Summer was sending all sorts of signals that she was at a breaking point. Kaleb just held her close, taking deep breaths to match her own. Maybe if he held her tight enough, it wouldn't be so hard to gather the broken fragments of the young woman.

So her sorrows began, Kaleb listened attentively offering no sort of reaction but instead just processing her words - trying to string together a story from her blasted ramblings. Jaylene was gone?

Was he really that bad?

Kaleb knew that he and Jaylene sleeping together might lead to a sticky situation but her just up and leaving was ridiculous! Did she think she was saving him, by taking blame for the fires? Damnit, it was his problem and she should've left it that way. Kaleb couldn't help but to think that it was all his fault. Burying his expression of guilt into Summer's dark tresses, Kaleb sighed heavily, closing his eyes.

As for the bit about Mordi, it explained the odd behavior the two girls had been exhibiting within the last twenty - four hours. Cooeing soothing phrases into Summer's ear, his fingers traced intricate patterns across her arm. It was wrong, how perfect they felt next to each other. Kaleb felt a heat deep in his stomach, the familiar feeling of wistful romance clouding his mind. Summer had seen too much, exposed to death when she was still to young. No wonder she tried some hard core drug last night. The trip had the side effects of a looming vision of Mordi, Summer probably felt as if she was being haunted. Here she was, a damsel in distress and there he was to save her. Why was it so wrong for him to love her, just a little?

"You should've called me Summer, I wouldn't have let you go this deep." Kaleb whispered hoarsely, not necessarily scolding her but more so saying a weak plea to let him help her sooner next time. Sure Jaylene and Summer were close, but Kaleb was the alpha male, and he was the only one who could truly tie up loose ends - especially when it came to Summer. No one could handle Summer like Kaleb could.

Shifting under his arms, Summer turned to face him. Her voice was soft, barely audible to Kaleb's keen ears, ".... Jay told me that you love me, really loves me and to not look past that. What did she mean Kaleb?...." Kaleb's dark eyes took in every detail of Summer's face - the tears that clung to her long lashes framing her dark eyes, the fleshy pink of her inviting pout, her high cheek bones and boldly beautiful features. She was a vision, and a prisoner to his hold, to any one else it would seem that she was his. But she wasn't, and even as she stared into Kaleb's eyes, he knew he couldn't ruin what he had with Summer because of some far fetched dream. "I do love you, so much Summer..." His fingers traced her bone structure delicately, "I think I might love you most," he paused, taking a sharp breath, "I would be nothing without you." That summed it up well enough.

Now to try and fix everything, slowly Kaleb sat up, bringing Summer up with him so she leaned against his chest. "I think I know why Sodapop did what she did," adjusting his leg so he could pull up his pant leg, Kaleb exposed the burn on his shin, "she was trying to save me, I burned down the cemetery. Please don't tell anyone Summer, I don't know why I do it I just get in this haze and I can't stop myself....." Summer was anything but judgemental, and embracing the girl once more it was then that Kaleb realized she was his best friend at the end of the day and no matter what she would be there for him.

"We should go, I can't go home or else my dad will put me in lock down." Already Kaleb's dad had been calling the boy, but Kaleb ignored them all. His father was used to this behavior by now. Summer got herself together and soon they were on their way to lakeside in Summer's truck - Kaleb driving of course. They left her room the way it was, Bella offering to piece it back together. "I think maybe you should try to cut back a little...on the drugs. Not completely, I'm just worried it might just be the drugs causing all the anxiety." Kaleb suggested mildly, he knew the only way they could be ok is if they went on like nothing ever happened.

Jaylene had left them, Mordi was gone, Kaleb and Summer needed to be surrounded by people they loved, and people who had loved Mordi. Parking up, he saw two other cars there, Brik and Maddie. With a sympathetic look, Kaleb turned to Summer to say, "Lets just say Jay was hauled to rehab, I know it's wrong to lie but I think we need to keep this all under wraps as much as possible." Plus was it a little wrong that Kaleb felt jealousy that Jaylene had taken credit to the fires....he didn't want to think about it. Shaking his head, he looked to Summer as she agreed, eyes glazed and her mannerisms showing she was totally blitzed.

"Come on, let's party for those who cant." He kissed the top of her head, exiting the truck and walking to the other side to open the door for 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: Dominique Norwood Character Portrait: Oliver Hamilton

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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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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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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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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: Oliver Hamilton

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