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Summer Vorhees

"I swear its the drugs"

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

Description

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Name:
Summer Nadine Vorhees

Nickname:
Kite, Nadi, Blitz

Age:
16

Sexuality:
Lesbian

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Secrets
◇Her mother has been gone for two months and she has not clue where she is
◇She has a stalker thats been following her the last few weeks. She just thinks its a coincidence but its not.
◇Her drug habit has been getting worse and worse and she has gotten to the point where she can't go a few hours without being high
◇Shes a virgin






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Height
5'4"

Weight
110lbs

Hair color
Black with red highlights

Eye color
Grey

Likes
Weed
Her mates
Alcohol
Partying
Music
Drawing
Dancing
smoking
Her hair
Clubs
Girls
Going to the lakeside
Skinny dipping
Her sister
Drugs
Being high

Dislike
Her parents
Being sober
Authority
Being alone
Waking up somewhere she doesn't know
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Soda Pop and Kite







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Personality
Summer is a very hard girl to describe, she is very rebellious and doesn't usually listen to any rules. She likes to make her own. She relys complete on her friends and is never good at being alone.. She is sarcastic and sometimes its hard for anyone to take her seriously. She loves any sort of affection but never is one that asks for it, its hard to believe but she is actually very shy when it comes to asking for affection.

When it comes to her friends she kinda is protective of them, she has been in many fights because of someone verybally or physically attacking one of her mates. She is loyal to the bone and always seems to put others before herself. Though when she is sober she is comepletely different, you probably wouldn't even recognize her. She becomes withdrawn and secluded, she gets lost in her mind. This is why she is usually high on something, doesn't matter what kind of drug you give her she will most likely take it. She has dated a few girls but it never lasts long because she gets bored with them, its hard for her to stay comitted to that person. At partys she will be found dancing from one girl to another.

She hates school and everything to do with it, she has skipped many days but somehow her work still gets passed in. She doesn't speak of her parents much, and if she does she is probably high off her mind and probably not very understanding. She isn't one that talks about herself even to her group of friends, in some ways she i still a mystery to the group. She has only broke down in front of her friends twice but her excuse was that she was drunk. She really would like to talk to her friends about some of the issues shes dealing with but she feels if she talks about it then it really means that its true and it happened.

All in all Summer is a very crazy caring girl, she keeps to the drugs and alcohol and always trying to have fun. Its never a dull moment when you are around her.

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History
WIP






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Theme Song

Tik Tok|Ke$ha
Wake up in the mornin' feelin' like P- Diddy (Hey what's up girl)
Grab ma glasses I'm out the door I'm gonna hit the city (Let's go)
Before I leave brush ma teeth with a bottle of Jack
'Cuz when I leave for the night I ain't comin back

I'm talkin pedicure on our toes toes
Tryin on all our clothes clothes
Boys blowin' up our phones phones

Drop top and playin' our favorite CD's
Goin up to the parties
Tryna get a little bit tipsy

[CHORUS]
Don't stop, make it pop
DJ, blow my speakers up
Tonight, Im'ma fight
Till we see the sunlight
TiK ToK, on the clock
But the party don't stop no
Woah-oh oh oh
Woah-oh oh oh

Don't stop, make it pop
DJ, blow my speakers up
Tonight, Im'ma fight
Till we see the sunlight
TiK ToK, on the clock
But the party don't stop no
Woah-oh oh oh
Woah-oh oh oh

Aint got a care in world, but got plenty of beer
Aint got no money in my pocket, but I'm already here
Now, the dudes are lining up cause they hear we got swagger
But we kick em to the curb unless they look like Mick Jagger

I'm talkin' bout - everybody getting crunk, crunk
Boys tryna touch my junk, junk
Gonna smack him if he getting too drunk, drunk
Now, now - we goin' til they kick us out, out
Or the police shut us down, down
Police shut us down, down
Po-po shut us - (down)-man

[CHORUS]
Don't stop, make it pop
DJ, blow my speakers up
Tonight, Ima fight
Till we see the sunlight
TiK ToK, on the clock
But the party don't stop no
Woah-oh oh oh
Woah-oh oh oh

Don't stop, make it pop
DJ, blow my speakers up
Tonight, Im'ma fight
Till we see the sunlight
TiK ToK, on the clock
But the party don't stop no
Woah-oh oh oh
Woah-oh oh oh

[BRIDGE]
You build me up
You break me down
My heart, it pounds
Yeah, you got me
With my hands up
You got me now
You got that sound
Yeah, you got me

You build me up
You break me down
My heart, it pounds
Yeah, you got me
With my hands up
Put your hands up
Put your hands up

Now, the party don't start till I walk in

[CHORUS]
Don't stop, make it pop
DJ, blow my speakers up
Tonight, Im'ma fight
Till we see the sunlight
TiK ToK, on the clock
But the party don't stop no
Woah-oh oh oh
Woah-oh oh oh

Don't stop, make it pop
DJ, blow my speakers up
Tonight, Im'ma fight
Till we see the sunlight
TiK ToK, on the clock
But the party don't stop no
Woah-oh oh oh
Woah-oh oh oh
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So begins...

Summer Vorhees's Story

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Characters Present

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

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Summer Vorhees
Day: Friday
Time: Afteroon
Weather: Raining

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

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

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

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


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

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

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Character Portrait: Jaylene Sullivan Character Portrait: Summer Vorhees

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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: Summer Vorhees Character Portrait: Kaleb Dean Sivaj

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Kaleb Dean Savij


Lazy mornings were the best. Kaleb preferred his in his room, with a bag of potato chips in one hand and a cigarette in the other. His room was white - personalityless. His father had taken away his privilege to customize his own room, now subjected to the blinding side affects of an all white room. He had atleast been able to keep his tv and game system in his room - his dad needed some reason for Kaleb to spend his time locked up in his room.

For the most part Kaleb avoided being at home. Although his fathers occupation as a brain surgeon bought the Savij family a beautiful house, money can't buy a home. Kaleb never really felt like he belonged anywhere, except with his fellow misfit friends. Hearing the garage open as his father left, Kaleb killed his cigarette in his ash tray, tossing aside his bag of chips.

Changing into a pair of slim fit jeans, Kaleb paired it with a dark gray shirt. He didn't put much effort into his clothes normally, preferring simple and casual. Kaleb did enjoy jewelry though. With a series of leather and hemp bracelets adorning his wrist - Kaleb's tattoo of a sun on his inner wrist was hidden. It was his only tattoo so far, a token of his love.

Summer
He thought, styling his hair with gel in the mirror before wearing the charcoal and black timbalands he had set out earlier. She lived just two houses down, much to his fathers dismay. It had always been easy for Kaleb to sneak over to the girls house who like Kaleb - partied hard. He put on his leather jacket and grabbed his phone - seeing a text from none other than Summer. She made no sense, which meant she was high, which meant he better get his happy as over to her house before all the drugs were gone. Before he knew it he was outside her door, knocking on the wood only because it had been locked when he tried to enter without warning.

When the door swung open, it was like an angel had taken it's place in the doorway - a body he had memorized too well being exposed to the street behind them. Summer had unfortunately taken to Kaleb as a brother, much more interested in her own gender, so she had never been a prudish around the young man. However seeing Summer naked was never like seeing his sister naked - which unfortunately happened once when he was 15 trying to spy on her and her friends.

Unable to control himself, Kaleb knew his little friend began to stiffen from its spot in his jeans. Before it got any worse, Kaleb walked into the house, ushering Summer inside. He shed his jacket, using it to cover the girl. "Damn Summer, trying to get me all hot and horny? Cuz it's working." He teased, trying to play off his attraction.

Closing the door behind him, Kaleb turned Summer to face the direction of her room. "Go get some clothes on you damn hippie, I brought a blunt for us to smoke." He patted on her back as if to push her forward, then making himself comfortable on the couch in the living room.

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Characters Present

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

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Summer Vorhees

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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Characters Present

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

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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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Characters Present

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

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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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'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 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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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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Summer watched as Kaleb went and got some wood for the fire, anyone that looked at her could tell she was not all there. Her eyes were glassy, a smile was plastered to her face, and her hair was wild. Her body was wavering side to side and she was humming a soft tune under her breath as Kaleb climbed into the boat. As they paddled to the cave Kaleb mentioned Mordi and Maddi and she just laughed "not betting on it cus I already kno they are, I bet they won't even show their asses tonight. More for us then".

When Kaleb handed her the vodka bottle she took iit, opened it, giggling when he clinked the bottles "to a good night for sure!" she yelled as she stood up in the boat and took a drink from the bottle. "Fuck Kaleb why can't I always feel like this, so free, no worries. Fuck my mom...I don't need her right, I have you and the others. Y'all are my family" she was speaking nonsense but that was to be expected with how messed up she was. She hasn't told anyone about her mother leaving, she didn't want the sympathy. She has the whole house to herself it was perfect for her. She didn't need them, or at least thats what she thought. The boat wavered a little while she was standing, it was good they made it to the cave when they did or they may have landed in the water.

She stumbled onto the land and watched mesmorized as Kaleb made the fire, she took another couple drinks from the bottle before she sat it down on the ground. In the cave there were clothes, chairs, empty bottles, trash, and other miscellanious things of theirs. She sat cross legged in front of the fire, feeling the heat she sighed contently. Her bag was in her lap as she started rummaging through it, she had a big assortment of different drugs, there was oxi's, molly's, pot, LSD, and a few packs of cigarettes. She took out one of the LSD tabs and put it in her mouth then took a drink from the bottle of vodka. She took her ipod and small speakers and hooked them up, turning the volume up so the music could be heard from the edge of the lake.

She had her bag in her hand when she went over to Kaleb "take your pick and have fun" she grinned the started dancing by the edge of the water. Her hair was everywhere as she just let her body move to the music, she took off her plaid shirt so she was just in the black tank top and shorts. She was on top of the world and nothing was going to break her down tonight, or at least thats what she thought. "Kalleeeb come dance, those fuckers betta gett here soooon or there will be nothin' left for them" she laughed throwing her head back and humming along to the song.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Your good at making me feel alive."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Everything seemed to much for her at that moment, Summer just wanted to escape from it all. Blackness was all around here, shadows moving around her. She closed her eyes hoping when she opened them everything would be gone but that didn't happen. She thought she heard her name but she wasn't sure what was real and what wasn't. Her friends have been around her before when she was having a bad trip but they seemed to always be able to ground her and bring her back. Right now she felt so alone and she just wanted to go back to the comfort of having her friends around her.

Something or someone as getting closer to her, she quickly was able to get up and started to run. As she ran everything surronded her, a branch scraped against her arm making her jump and let out a pitiful scream. She thought it was someone grabbing her "Leave Me Alone! Just Leave me be" she yelled as she ran. She wasn't sure where she was, what she was doing.

She wasn't watching where she was going, tripping over a tree stump, she landed face first on the ground. Curling back up into a ball she randomly started mumbling things that really didn't make any sense "where are you....leave me alone...don't leave me....the stars...so bright". The golume of her words started getting lower and lower until they were unaudible. She laid there just in her bra, shorts, and fishnets, her hair was frazzled and covering her face like a shield.

She closed her eyes as the sounds and silhouttes of the forest surronded her, she was shaking from the cold and lack of clothing. Her nails kept scratching at her skin, she felt something crawling underneath it. She usually tried to keep herself in check when she was hanging out with her friends but shes been popping pills and smoking weed all day. ait wasn't a suprise that she was slightly losing it, if only her friends knew how deep she was in. As she thought about her friends she thought abouthow each of them has touched her life in one way or another. She wouldn't know what to do without them.

She felt she could not open her eyes, she knew whatever or whoever will catch her now, she had no more energy, she just let herself fall into a restless unconsciosness. It wouldn't be her first time passing out somewhere that was not in her bed or in her house.

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

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

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

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Kaleb 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.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

'Thunk!'

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

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

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Character Portrait: Jaylene Sullivan Character Portrait: Summer Vorhees Character Portrait: Madeline Starre Character Portrait: Kaleb Dean Sivaj Character Portrait: Mordicai Love Character Portrait: 'Bella Vorhees

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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: Summer Vorhees Character Portrait: 'Bella Vorhees

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The buzz of her phone signalled she had a message, and the sharp unnatural noise pulled Bella from her trance. She was sat, lenaing against a half demolished brick wall. her make up looked pretty good for having been out all night and the green hues and dark eyes began flittering for her phone.

She clung to a quarter full, bottle of vodka and her knees were raised up against her, a protective boundary to the cruel truths of the world.

'I love you too.' she whispered seemingly delirious as nobody was around, a small tear fell from the curve of her cheek and she sniffed back the threatening stream before pulling her phone out of her pocket.

From: Little Sis<3
Message: Hey Bells. Where ya been?.


Bella smiled, she loved her little sister, sure she could be a pain in the ass every now and then, but what kind of sister would she be otherwise?

To: Little Sis<3
Message: Just chilling with Alex, WBU? xxx


After the message had sent she replaced the phone amongst her pockets.

'That was Summer,' she explained to Alex 'I'll probably have to see her soon.'

'But wouldn't you rather stay here with me? Its quiet here and noone can see us.' a small voice said to her with no apparent form.

'I guess she can wait' Bella smiled in the hope that the words would make him happy.

Bella met Alex when she was ten, they found they shared alot in common and proceeded to become best friends over the next five or so years. They shared the same tastes in music, television, humor and conversation and they were both certainly looking forward to the day they could further their relationship, but they felt there was no rush. He was kind, generous and caring and everything Bella wanted in a man.

Then Alex became a passenger in a car crash that claimed his life, and Bella became numb to the world, using alcohol as a temporary mute button to push away her feelings and strengthen her denial. She still talked with him, he still wanted her, and she couldn't let him go, and on several occasions she tried joining him as he advised her on ways to do it that would be quick and painless, he cared about her and so she tried, slashing her wrists in the way he had described and bleeding profusely in declaration of herself to him. It was an unhealthy relationship but she couldn't see through it or bring herself to let him go.

'Alex, tomorrow, can we try again tomorrow?' she asked almost enthusiastic at he idea of taking her life.

Alex just nodded and smiled at her before coming to sit at her side against the dilapidated brick wall.

'I miss you Bella' he replied with a long wearied sorrowfulness tracing the outline of his voice.

'Don't be silly, i'm right here! and coming to be with you nothing is going to change that.'

Another smile crossed Alex's face before his figure disapperated into the sunlight, he had a habit of doing that she thought in awe of him. She picked herself up and began walking the few short roads to her home.

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

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Elizabeth Moore


Friday Night

In the back of the greyhound bus sat a sulking teenager. Pink hello-kitty ear buds signified that she had no interest, at all, in talking to anyone. Her pale blue hues glared out the window at the dark world, as though if she had the power to set the world ablaze through just staring at it, half the East coast would be gone by now. She sat with her knees to her chest, chin to her knees, and arms around herself. As they pulled into the town she tried so hard to escape from, she couldn’t help but feel that it was bittersweet. On one hand, she had her friends back, but on the other… The bus came to a slow crawl, and finally a stop. Everyone around her jumped up like the bus was going to burst into flames, and if they loved their families they had to get off right now. Lizzie calmly stood and straightened out her pink jogging suit. It was her attire of choice when traveling for long periods of time.

Hitler was waiting for her when she stepped off the bus, headphones still in place. Hitler being Josh, her brother. She ignored his smile and went around to get her zebra print suitcase. “Welcome home, baby sis!” To anyone around, it might have looked like a heartwarming expression of love, but Liz could hear the poisonous undertone. Annoyed, she shoved her suitcase at him and continued walking towards his truck. It was new, she noted, but just looked like an updated version of the last one. Josh tossed her suitcase into the back, without care for anything breakable that might have been in the bag. He was trying to bait her temper. Refusing to play his game, she silently opened the passenger door and pulled herself into the truck.

If this is what being a dealer can buy you, maybe I’ve been on the wrong end of drugs.. she thought bitterly to herself, ignoring him as he comented on how ‘retarded’ she looked dressed that way. “When are you going to start acting your age, Elizabeth? I mean, really. You look like you’re fucking twelve years old!” Oh please. Twelve year olds couldn’t work these heels if they had to. She turned the volume up on her favorite song and tried to drown him out. Looking out the window she couldn’t help but smile. She was passing all of her friend’s houses. “Don’t even think about it.” She turned her hues towards the driver seat and raised a thinly lined eyebrow. “No way, Liz. You aren’t getting back in with that crowd. Mama’s got plans for you.” Plans? That can’t be good. The massive vehicle came to a stop in front of her childhood home. She should be happy about this, she mused. So many memories. Memories. Yeah, like the time Josh put her head through the bathroom mirror… or the time her mother caught the living room on fire because she fell asleep with a cigarette in her hand… or the time she locked herself in the bathroom and tried to swallow as many pills as she could, hoping she would just die. Yeah. Home sweet home.

Luckily her mother was asleep when she arrived, and Josh was going to stay with his girlfriend which meant she had the house to herself. She took her suitcase to her room and locked the door behind her. Nothing had changed. Looking around the room at the walls, with the many different collogues of her friends made tears suddenly swell into her eyes. She had missed them so, so much. One particular picture stood out to her, of all of them together. She smiled and walked over to the wall, tenderly touching the photograph. Jay, Brik, Trist, Avery, Kaleb, Maddie, Mordi, Kite…. Her mind whispered their names as her fingertips passed over the glossy image. I’ve missed you guys.. Exhausted from her trip, she walked over to her bed. Not bothering to slip out of the jogging outfit, she simply buried her way under the blankets. In the middle of the night, a drunken Josh came home. She heard him fumbling around with the door, and it woke her up. Fear gripped her. Within moments he had pushed his way into the room, as the lock as not a complicated lock. “The fuck you have that door locked for you little slut?” he practically yelled.

Liz retreated further up onto her bed, rubbing her eyes and trying to wake herself up. “I- I was sleeping, Josh.. It’s my room, damn, why the hell are you yelling?” Wrong response. In three quick steps he was on her, grabbing her neck and slapping her with the other hand. “You think you can talk to me like that, you little whore?” Liz would have responded, but he was pressing so hard on her throat that it was hard to breathe, or even think. He was yelling all sorts of things at her now, but her eyes just glazed over and went somewhere else. She had been repeating this process with him since she was in middle school. A part of her now just learned to disconnect from her body. When his raging was done, she had a bruise of a hand grip on her fair skinned throat and a broken door. She lay in bed for a while, just crying. What had she done to him that was so wrong to make him hate her so much? Her body took over at some point, and put her to sleep, because the next thing she knew, it was time to get up again.





Saturday

Lizzie was always an early bird, but the travels from the day before left her a little more tired than usual. Due to this, she wasn’t up at her usual 8am mark to start on her makeup and hair. When she awoke, it was already ten in the morning. Frustrated with her internal alarm clock, Liz made her way to the bathroom connected to her room. The bathroom was done out in zebra print and teal decorations with the smell of hair spray heavy in the air. Multiple different styles of flat irons, curling irons, crimpers and blow driers lay sprawled out over the bathroom counter, and she knew that in the drawers below she would find hordes of makeup and hair accessories. Despite the occupants of her house, it was nice to have her stuff back. Luckily Josh and her mom were huge procrastinators and despite the amount of time she had been gone, they had yet to bother packing anything up to send to her. Maybe they knew the whole time that it would never last… but how could they have known? The thought of Josh made her pause and look into the mirror. Another bruise. She’d need concealer and extra foundation for that. Without warning a vicious nausea wave swept over her, and she collapsed to the floor in front of the toilet, throwing stomach acid into the bowl. Flashbacks of the many nights she spent with the porcelain king came to mind. The thought would have made her smile, if she didn’t feel like her body was trying to push her stomach out of her body. The wave passed, and she slowly pulled herself up to the sink. “Not today.”

Not today is Lizzie’s favorite saying, from one of her favorite shows, Game of Thrones. In the show, a sword instructor tells his pupil that there is only one god, and that is Death. ‘And there is only one thing we say to death—Not today.’ The reference made her smile a little and she pulled her strength together. She was going to have a great day. She’d see her friends, and they’d numb the pain, and make her forget. At least for a little while.

She made quick work of her morning routine, of showering and all the other hygienic things she needed to do, then all of the cosmetic things she needed to do. She went with a light smoke eye to compliment her outfit and teased the short layer of her hair into a nice volume. The bottom, longer, part of her hair she straightened to perfection. To complete her look, she put in her Marilyn Monroe silver stud ball and glossed her lips. She decided against wearing her colored contacts today, but did opt for a pair of thin fake eyelashes to add to her own for a little extra volume.

Once she was satisfied with her look, she made her way out of her room and down the stairs. She didn’t want to text anyone just yet. She wanted it to be a surprise. Who to go see first? She could have taken her car, but decided to walk the neighborhood instead. She was very used to wearing heels, and was comfortable enough to walk miles in them, but today she just didn’t feel like walking all that far. Summer’s it is! Since Summer lived closer than everyone else, aside from Tristan who lived in the house next door, Lizzie made her way there. Why wasn't she going to see him? She just couldn't not right now. Not alone. What would she say? She looked over her shoulder as she walked, almost longingly to Tristan's house, before she forced herself to look where she was going.

When she arrived, it didn’t look like anyone was home. She rang the doorbell, and didn’t get an answer, so instead of going inside, she decided to sit on the porch. It was a cloudy day, a gloomy day, but Summer would bring back the sun. She always did. Summer was like everyone’s happy pill. She always knew what to say, and do, to make everyone feel better. Jay was like that, too, in a more hard to love sort of way. Lizzie sat on the porch, watching the cars go by. Maybe I should have made a sign or something? she thought to herself as she toyed with her piercing. Deciding that would have been stupid, she shrugged off the idea. Where the hell was Summer?

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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: Summer Vorhees Character Portrait: Lizzie Moore

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Summer Vorhees

Instead of looking at the ceiling she was now looking into bright blue eyes, they held a look of concern for a moment, which she wasn't suprised to see. "Kitten.." she whispered softly, oh how she just wanted to blurt out everything shes been keeping to herself, about her mom, about the drugs, about herself, about mordi. All she wanted to do was let everything out at that moment but she couldn't. No one could know. Lizzie was trying to bring her mood up, which she appreciated dearly.

…make it all better! Okay? So quit looking like you just watched someone die or something!” Summer blinked a couple times, taking a few deep breaths at what she heard Lizzie say. Images of Mordi's body popped in her head and she gripped the side of her head. "You have no idea" she whispered. As Lizzie mention her homelife she sighed, she always knew her friends family was shitty. She wondered why Lizzie even came back to it but right now she couldn't form words to ask.

Her hand went to the side of Lizzie's face and stroked it a little, this was the Summer everyone knew. Gentle, caring and wild all put together in one. Lately though she was becoming more wild, crazy, and very unsure of herself. "Wanna stay here tonight...I dont want to be alone..please" she murmered softly, looking up to her friend.

As Lizzie asked about plans for the day she shrugged her shoulders, curling up into her friend as she felt arms cuddle her close. "Soda will be back sometime later but I don't know what everyone else has planned" she thought about her friends, about how they will react about Mordi. At least they didn't find him, that image of her friends dead body really fucked with her mind. "I really just want to get high and I want to get laid..." her friends all thought she has had sex, yeah shes made out with a few girls and have done a few other things but she yet to truly have sex. "Know of anyone willing?" she asked as she turned to face her friend.

Summer was starting to feel the jittery feeling from the drugs, she draped her arms around Lizzie and cuddled her close. When she was high or drunk she was known to get close to her friends "I just want to forget about it all...I don't know why you came back to this shithole Kitten, if I was able to leave I would but I would want to take y'all with me. She turned and spooned herself against Kitten "Im not sure if I am up to being in a crowd, so right now you have me all to yourself". She shuddered slightly and closed her eyes, she wished her nightmare life would just go away. She wasn't one to think about taking her life, shes seen too many people try it and she just couldn't do that to her friends. They mean too much to her to do such a selfish act that really didn't solve anything.

"Kitten...what would you do if you had secrets...secrets that no one knew and they just kept building and building u til just one day you feel like your going to explode? What would you do if you had a secret that is killing you inside?" She let out a deep breath, staring at the wall as she waited to hear what Lizzie had to say. She wondered if her words made any sense at all.

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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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”Wanna stay here tonight… I don’t want to be alone… please,” she heard Summer say. “That sounds fucking fantastic,” came her reply. Summer’s house was great. No one ever came busting doors down, no one ever tried to rape you, no one ever went around screaming—unless they had a bottle or a blunt in their hand, and the scream was an invitation to all who could hear to join them. Nothing but good things happened in Summer’s house, despite the fact that her mom was constantly on the M.I.A. list. When asked about plans for tonight, Summer responded with a shrug, saying that Soda would be back later but she hadn’t touched base with anyone else yet. That could be good, at least Lizzie was still in time to get in on the action. Speaking of action, Summer was talking about getting high and getting laid. ”Know anyone willing?” The question was temping, and extremely sexy… or it would have been, if Lizzie didn’t know that Kite was off in GlassLand flying higher than airplanes right now.

“Well, I’m sure Tristan would be more than happy to take you up on that, given his manwhore reputation… but if memory serves me correctly, you’re a little less strictly dickly, and a little more into something with a bit more class.” Lizzie smiled and held her closer. Everyone loved Summer, the idea of her having trouble finding someone to sleep with her was a little ridiculous. She was gorgeous, and funny, and sweet, and carrying, and wild. Shit, even I’ve thought about sleeping with you, snow angel… she thought to herself.

Kite had started talking again, and Lizzie pulled herself back into focus to listen to her soft melodic voice. ” … I don’t know why you came back to this shithole Kitten, if I was able to leave I would but I would want to take y’all with me.” Lizzie smiled. “Well, you know what Josh is like… and mama’s bad into meth now. She didn’t even stay up to see that I got home safe.. she doesn’t care at all..” her tone was starting to slip into one that matched Kites. Her attempt at being cheerful was starting to slip. "I’m not sure if I am up to being in a crowd, so right now you have me all to yourself," Summer said. Lizzie smiled and accepted the warmth and tender cuddle as Summer spooned her frame against Liz’s.

Liz could tell something was really bothering her. Maybe she found out her mom was never coming back? she mused. Or maybe her sister finally went through with it, and succeeded. Lizzie tried not to stiffen too much at the idea. That would be awful! And here she was talking about parties and getting shitfaced…. Not that she, personally, could get shitfaced anymore. Then again, she thought, maybe that would be best for both of them. To just forget, like Kite was saying, and let go. Maybe that would really be best for both of them… to not care.

She couldn’t not care. Her situation was permanent. For the rest of her life, kind of permanent. "Kitten...what would you do if you had secrets...secrets that no one knew and they just kept building and building u til just one day you feel like your going to explode? What would you do if you had a secret that is killing you inside?" Goddamnit, fucking Christ, shit, damnit, hell, fucking… FUCK. Jesus, Summer, why do you always have to be so fucking insightful!? CHRIST. The thoughts exploded in her mind, but on the outside she just closed her eyes and leaned into Summer. What would Summer say? What would she think? Or anyone else in their group, for that matter?

Could she tell her? Would she keep it a secret from everyone else until Lizzie could tell them? The words seemed so unreal to even herself at this point. She did feel like she was going to explode. Like she would burst into flames if she kept it all to herself. Who would help her? Who would be there for her? Not her parents. Not her brother. They thought she was a burnout failure who was going nowhere in life. Why would they waste their time and money on her, or anything for her? Her heart broke and her voice cracked as tears brimmed in her eyes, threatening to ruin her makeup. “I would come to my best friend’s house and try to forget or worry more about her than I do about myself,” came her weak and broken voiced reply. She looked to Summer with a guilty expression on her face.

“I don’t want anyone to know because I’m still me, Kite. I’m still me! I’m not just a teenage burnout, either, like everyone says I am. I’m not a whore. I’m just me.” She rolled over onto her back and stared up at the ceiling as she felt hot tears roll down her cheeks as they escaped from the corners of her eyes.

“I have secrets too, Kite… Secrets that won’t be secrets for long… but I’m scared… I know how you feel..” she turned her head to look at Summer. “I…. I’ll tell you, if you tell me yours… and then… maybe… maybe we can help each other. My mom’s mentally gone, your mom is fucking… God only knows where… But you’re here, and I’m here… And I will always be if you aren’t too afraid to keep me.” Her voice was soft, and a little choked as she worked on the words around her tears. She anxiously waited for Summer to agree, and tell her what was bothering her first. Whatever it was, Lizzie felt like she could handle it, and would help if Kite would let her.

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

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

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

TO: Lizzie
FROM: Lyfe

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

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

Sky Diving? No, too over done.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Avery Campbell


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

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

From: Kitty<3

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


Her boney fingers sped over the keys:

To: Kitty<3

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


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

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

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

From: Kite <3

Costume party tonight at Roxxies! Better b there.


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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



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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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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: Summer Vorhees Character Portrait: Madeline Starre Character Portrait: Tristan Hale Character Portrait: Lizzie Moore

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Tristan laid in bed just staring up at the ceiling, he had just woken up moments ago and his body felt numb. After coming home with his medical weed he had smoked a couple of blunts of Og Kush and before he knew it he was out. Luckily for him and his entire household he hadn't accidentally set the house a blaze. He had no idea what time it was but by the darkness outside his window he was positive it was night. Stretching out his arm he grabbed his cell off his end table, turning it on his wasn't surprised by the amount of unread messages he had. With a sigh he sat up knowing that he had probably missed out on a lot of action.

As he looked through his messages his eyes widened at the sight of Lizzie's name. He hadn't heard from her in forever and last he did hear she had moved away to live with her dad not that she had bothered to tell him that herself. An angered started to bubble underneath his skin making him with warm, containing himself he went through all his messages.

From: Liz
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

From: Liz
Message: ... hey, I'm sorry about not saying goodbye... ~ L

From: Kite
Message: Costume party tonight at Roxxies! Better b there.

From: Liz
Message: I'll meet you at Roxxie!

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

From: Mads
Message: Sexy Devil Costume. Tell me if I need more clothes. :)


Tristan read all the messages from his friends as well as the other people who had sent him texts over the coarse of the day. Tristan harbored feelings he had towards Liz left his mind almost as quickly as they had entered as he realized he was running extremely late for the party. He wasn't the costumey type and even if he was he didn't have the time to put something together. Not bothering to change his clothes he grabbed on of his fit its and his jacket, putting them put on he went around his room grabbing his things before leaving his house.

As far as transportation went Tristan had his car that his parents had gotten him then he also had his bike that he had fixed up himself to avoid using the car. Although he really drove his car and opted for it this time as he didn't trust himself on the bike in his mindset. Getting into the driver's side of the car he put his key in the ignition and started the vehicle. Backing out of the driveway he pulled off driving to Roxxie's to meet up with the others at the party.

Entering the party the music was blaring and there were people every where. It was far to crowd for Tristan to pick out anyone so he figured he just into his friends as the night went on. Sticking a joint into his mouth he moved through the crowd until he found a group of tipsy looking girls who were all enjoying themselves probably a little too much. However it was party and it wasn't like he was one who could throw judgement on someone. Joining the females he took up one of their bottles and conversated with them wondering which one of them he would be doing tonight. Knowing him he would probably end up with all three of them, it wouldn't be the first time for him.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

She probably deserved it.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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As the three teens walked out of the club the girls had one arm each wrapped around Tristan's waist and he had one of his arms swung over each of there shoulders. Giving all the alcohol consumption they had all did tonight they all staggered and stumbled a bit as they walked but using each other for balance support they made it out to the parking lot. After being the packed hot club dancing and drinking all night the brisk cool air of the night felt amazing.

Tristan memory was hazy as he tried to remember where exactly he had parked his car. Walking through the lanes of cars he spotted when he noticed two girls, Summer and Lizzie. He couldn't tell what was going on from the distance he stood apart from them but he could tell what ever was going on wasn't good.

"Come on babe!" Denise said as she twirled from under his arm and grabbed his hand tugging him forward. Tristan pulled back not pulling to hard as he didn't want to send the girl to the fall "Umm ... I forgot .. I came here with my friends," he said pointing in the direction where Summer and Lizzie was " I don't want them to worry so .. am gonna tell them that am leaving ... with you gals." Madison sighed walked over to Denise and linking their arms together, Tristan didn't want to ruin the threesome that was all set so reaching in his pocket he pulled out his car keys "My car is the silver lexus convertible" he handing Madison the keys. The girls smiled "Just ... hurry up okay" Tristan nodded as the the three of them separated.

Walking up behind Lizzie he noticed that both her and Summer were in tears. He had no idea what the hell was going on but watching two girls that he cared about cry was eating at his heart. Despite his feelings towards Lizzie for not telling him about her departure seeing her so upset did anything but make him feel good. Kneeling down so he was beside her and facing Summer he put his arm around Lizzie and used his free hand to wipe the tears from Summer face "What's going on here?" he asked voice full of concern for his female friends.

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Mordi… my mom left…"

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

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

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

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

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

Something is horribly wrong.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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“Summer’s having a bad trip… We’re going back to her house..” listening to Lizzie's words Tristan eyes were on the girls car, after all the shit that had happened last night he didn't know why he thought tonight was going to go slowly. “We have it under control. Better get back to your girls.” the coldness in her voice as she now spoke to him is what caused him to look at her with a look of confusion. As she got up and walked around him and over to chaos going on in her vehicle Tristan over at the girls as Madison started honking his horn for him to hurry up.

Standing up Tristan was pissed off with disbelief he couldn't believe that Lizzie was really mad at him right now. She leaves without a word to him doesn't call, text or even leave a fucking voice mail. Then she comes back texts him a couple of times and what expects everything to be all peachy and fine between them. Even after all of that when he sees that she and Summer are upset her leaves the girls to go check on them and she has to the nerve to be upset over the fact that he had girls waiting. Did she not know who he was or what he was about because last time he checked he was a "man whore" and that's what man whores did.

Getting back to his car as Lizzie drove away with his friends with her Tristan mood was completely shot and the girls noticed. "What's wrong now?" Madison asked sarcastically as she opened the door to climb out of the driver's seat. Scratching the back of his head he couldn't believe he was actually about to do this "Change of plans. My friend is coming off of something and I just feel like I have to be there with the others to help out" god he was really doing this. He could hear a loud groaning coming from inside the car "And what your other friends can handle it" Tristan just shrugged.

"I can't believe your really ditching us right now. Come on Denise let's go see if we can swing a cab" as Madison began to walk away Tristan reached out and grabbed her arm "Am not ditching you guys ... am just ..... rescheduling" flashing a hopeful smile he was relieved when Madison laughed "Your sooooo lucky your hot." Denise joined them as she came around the car from the passenger side adding "And your reputation helps" Tristan eyed her with a look of fake suspicion "Me a reputation. I don't know you mean" he said acting as if he was completely clueless as to what she was talking about. "Lipstick" Madison said grabbing Tristan's arm and pulling up his sleeve, as Denise handed her the lipstick Madison wrote her number on his arm "If your friend's crisis just so happens to be over by tomorrow. Text me. I ... well .. we'll be waiting" she said with a flirtatious smile as she handed the lipstick back to her friend. Nodding as with a smile that showed his happiness Tristan looked at the girls "Get in. There's no way am making you ladies take a cab home."

Following the directions the girls gave them to where they each lived he acted as there personal cabbie taking them both home. Once alone in his car he made the trip to Summer's house where he parked in the driveway next to where Lizzie's car was parked. Locking it as he got out he climbed the steps that lead up to the front door then taking out the spare hidden key that everyone in the group knew about and used it to unlock the door before returning it back to its hiding spot. Walking into the house he locked the front door back and was about to head upstairs when he noticed everyone in the living room. He was sure what to say as he walked in so he said nothing at first as he stood behind the couch they had Summer on "How's she doing?" he said asking no one in particular as he just wanted to know how Summer was doing.

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

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

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

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

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

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Elizabeth Moore


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

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

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

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

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


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Here Lies Brik Dante Hamilton,

The Silent Lover, Suffering Soul, and Idiotic Bastard

RIP 1995-2013


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

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

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

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

"That's not true!" Brik pleaded.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"You should probably get some ice on that."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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





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

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Character Portrait: Jaylene Sullivan Character Portrait: Summer Vorhees Character Portrait: 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: Summer Vorhees

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It was a few hours later when Summer moved from the bed, her mind was fogged from last night, not exactly remembering what she did or even how she got home. Her head was pounding, she was dirty and definately was in need of a shower but first she needed something to wake her up. As she got off the bed she accidentally spilled the cup of water that she must of brought up with her "fuck" she looked at the water stain on the bed then shrugged, it wasn't like anyone was sleeping there anyways.

She stumbled across the room, catching a look of herself in the mirror, she let out a small laugh at how horrible she looked. Standing there in her bra and panties, dark circles under her eyes, dried up blood specks on her arms, her hair was messed and knotted. Last night must have been wild, she will have to ask her friends about the events of last night. She knew she was still coming down from her high but she needed something to keep her going so she wouldn't crash just yet. Stepping out of the room she could hear someone moving around downstairs, some of her friends must of stayed the night. It wouldn't be a first.

Another noise caught her ears as she walked past the bathroom, someone must be dealing with a bad hangover. She knocked on the door "all okay in there?" she asked "drink too much last night?" she laughed a little then walked into her room next to the bathroom. As she entered she could already tell something was amiss, someone has been in her room. She went to her dresser and opened the top drawer expecting to grab a few pills then head downstairs to hang with her friends but as she reached into the drawer her stash was gone. She started flinging clothes from her dresser as she looked through every drawer "no...no...no this can't be happening!"

She started looking everywhere in her room where she kept her drugs, throwing things everywhere. It was like a tornado had gone through the room, everyone downstairs could probably hear loud crashea and banging in the room. She let out a slight frustrated scream when all she could find was weed and cigarettes "fuck fuck fuck!" She took her cigarettes and her weed and walked out of her room and down the stairs "ive been robbed! ive been fucking robbed" she yelled, seeing Brik in the kitchen cooking something. "Its all gone, my stash its gone except my weed and cigarettes. Didnyou see anyone go inbmy room last night Brik?" her voice was raised and she was shaking slightly, her eyes were wide, and her heart was beating fast"i need to call Jojo".

Seeing her phone and a lighter on the counter she grabbed them then walked out the front door and sat down on the steps. Lighting up a cigarette she turned on her phone, noticing she had a few text she ignored them at first. She needed to call Jojo. Dialing her dealers number she held the phone whispering "pick up...please pick up.." after a few rings Jojo finally picked up.

"Kiteee baby I knew you wouldn't be able to stay away too long" Jojo's voice had a slight slur to it as she spoke.

"Jo...someone robbed me...my stash is all gone...I need something...please...its all gone" her voice held a tone of anxiousness and need.

"No worries baby ill helpbyou out. That blondie bitch better not get in my way this time either, next time she messes with me shes gonna be fucked. Ill be at your place in fifteen" Jojo then hung up before Summer could say anything else. She wonder who Jojo was talking about, She had to blonde friends but she didn't know what happened last night. Did Jay or Lizzie do something? She shook her head then looked at her text, one was from Kaleb. She wondered what the text was about, of course she was safe. She sent him a text back Of course im safe, why wouldn't I be? U okay?

After she sent the text she opened the next one, it was from a friend from school Hey. Did ya here Mordi offed himself? Summer dropped her phone, unknown to her the text was being sent to all sorts of people in her school. Her friends would probably find out today, she couldn't say anything. The only person she could talk to about this is Jay. She needed to talk to her friend, like a real talk. Jay was the only one she could really let in, though each of her friends has been able to see some parts of Summer, Jay was the only one that knew about yesterday. How she was the one to find Mordi dead.

Picking up her phone she pulled up Jays number Jay, they are going to know today. I got a text thats goin around school. I got robbed also. Can we tlk today, just us? <3. The text was sent, she got up and walked back in the house. Her face was blank, no emotions were shown as she grabbed a jacket from a closet and put it around herself "ill be outside, Jojos coming" she said to no one in particular as she went outside. She wondered if her friends got the text yet. Sitting back down om the steps she leabed her head against the railing and hoped Jojo would be there soon.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Character Portrait: Jaylene Sullivan Character Portrait: Summer Vorhees Character Portrait: Brik Hamilton Character Portrait: Tristan Hale Character Portrait: Mordicai Love Character Portrait: Lizzie Moore

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

This is what he came up with:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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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: 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: Summer Vorhees Character Portrait: Harper Adams

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Harper


Saturday Night

“WAKE UP BITCH!” she screamed into the ear of the brunette that was still sleeping. She stood over her in an aggressive stance, looking madder than hell. “Where the fuck is my money, slut? WHERE THE FUCK IS MY MONEY?” Anna, the poor druggie that had forgotten to pay her dues, let out a soft whine, holding her hands over her head. “I need more time, Harper! Please! I need more time!” “You need more time.” Harper’s eyes glassed over in a dangerous way. “Kailee… explain to Anna what we do to people who don’t pull through with their money.”Image




As Kailee walked into the room with a baseball bat followed by Tiffany, Harper walked out, lighting a cigarette in the hallway. She watched in mild fascination as the smoke curled and blew out in front of her. Anna’s screams were muffled by Tiffany’s steady hand with a pillow. As Kaliee and Tiffany left the room, Harper leaned into the doorway with a small, sickeningly charming smile. “I want my money, Anna. You have until Wednesday. Kisses, bitch.” Harper nodded to her girls and they left the 19-year-old’s house just as slowly as they had come.

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Sunday
Harper woke up in her elaborate room, well rested and ready for the day. After showering and walking around the house with a bottle of booze for a few hours butt-naked, she finally decided to get dressed. Her outfit was comfortable and cute. Perfect for walking around the neighborhood to post flyers.

She needed another party, this town was too sleepy for her. More importantly, she needed new clientele. Harper was walking outside, squinting against the sun when her cellphone vibrated. She pulled out her iPhone 5 and glanced through her messages.

From: JoJo
Message: Got a girl in need. Need more supplies. – Jo


She grinned. Jojo was one of her best dealers, and a girl in need was a good girl indeed.

To: JoBlow
Message: K. Meet Kailee at Roxxies tonight. Tell her I sent you. She’s making a run.


Harper set about lining the street with her bright pink flyers, advertising a new-to-the-neighborhood grille out at her place on Friday. As she set about doing this, she spotted a house that Jojo had visited earlier today. Apparently a newbie lived there, and she was hooked. Jo had given her the low down the other night, along with the fact that Harper had to pay Jo’s ER bill from this chick’s friend who broke Jojo’s nose. ‘Sounds like she has some badass friends,’ Harper had said, laughing a little at Jo’s bloody face. Jojo hadn’t found it to be funny.

Pushing the memory from her mind, Harper walked up to the door and knocked loudly. She’d have to see this newbie for herself. If Jojo had gotten her, then no doubt she played for the same team Harper did and if she was cute… well… Harper was always looking to make new friends.

She banged on the door a little more before sticking the flier to Summer’s door. Harper pulled a sharpie from her back pocket and opened it using her teeth. With the cap still in her mouth, she scribbled her name and number on the hot pink paper.

Call for a good time, Harper <3
Aka- The New Girl Next Door


Harper smiled at her handy work and then jogged back down the driveway, intent on painting the neighborhood pink.

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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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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