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Tristan Hale

YOLO BITCHES!!!

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a character in “Beneath our Skins”, originally authored by TvAddict13, as played by RolePlayGateway

Description

Tristan Hale

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Nicknames: "Last night this girl was calling me daddy. Can that count? No ... um ok then ... well I guess some people like to call me Tris. I've also been referred to as a player but its not like I do it on purpose, I am a lover."

Age: "I am a seven year old trapped in a teen body. Oh .. you were asking seriously? Seventeen. Why?"

Gender: "Well when I go to the bathroom I have to stand to take a piss so, I guess that makes me a chick huh?"

Sexuality: "I'm not really into labels I just like sex. Girl or Guy doesn't really make a difference to me"

Height: "Uhh ..... hmmm .. I guess .. am like .. 5'8 or 5'10. Don't quote me on that"

Weight: "What is this a freakin' physical?! Do I look like a scale to you?"

Scars/Tattoo: "Do I have scars? Of course, what kid grows up without getting a scrap or two. Tattoos? Yes, as you can see I have this one on my arm here that looks really awesome. Is there some kinda deep meaning behind it .. probably but am I about to sit here and tell you what that may or may not be. No because in all honesty that's just a lot of work that I don't feel like doing."

Personality

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Personality: As far as his parents are concerned Tristan is your average rebellious teen going through a phase that they have no problem blaming each other for. If you were to take look back in time and see the person who Tristan use to be and who he is today you would think either he had a very delightful identical twin or he was abducted by aliens that completely just screwed with his head. Personally speaking Tristan doesn't see any issue with his attitude or his lifestyle. Of course his parents would disagree but fortunately for him he doesn't give to fucks what they think about him at this stage in his life. Tristan's relationship with his parents has been rocky for a matter of years and at this point he doesn't even view his parents as his parents. There just really annoying roommates that he tolerates because they pay for everything for him. Aside from that there just people, Tristan doesn't even addressed his parents by mom and dad anymore, to him they are Travis and Kristen and that is what he calls them.

Tristan lives by the meaning behind Yolo, he is all about living his life for today and more importantly living his life for himself. He doesn't give a damn who like or who doesn't, I mean don't get him wrong he would love you to like him and if you do that's awesome and he loves back unconditional. However if for whatever reason you don't like him as long as you don't disturb his high or touch he could care less about how you feel about him. Tristan is well aware of how un-perfect the world just so happens to be and when things in his life just become to much to handle or he just doesn't feel like dealing with it anymore he has no problem smoking or drinking his issues away. The way Tristan likes to view things is why feel things you don't want to feel when you can feel nothing at all.

When it comes to his promiscuous ways Tristan doesn't see a problem with the way he operates. He a young guy with raging hormones and he just doesn't see a reason why he should have to settle down with a person just to have fun. Things like marriage and being together forever are nothing more than a joke in his eyes which is why he never plans on settling down with anyone. Its not so much that he is opposed to the idea of marriage he just can't see himself getting up a life of bachelor to trade it in for the life of lock down. Tristan has had relationships in the past with both males and females but as you can tell by his single status nothing ever really lasted for to long. However who needs boyfriends and girlfriends when you can just have good old fashion friends.

Of course when it comes to his best friends that he has know since junior high there are no such thing as bad feels or problems. As far as Tristan is concerned those other seven wonderful people in his circle are his family and while he probably wouldn't give a penny to save his so called parents lives he would more than gladly take a bullet for anyone one of the seven. Granted when he speaks of such things he doesn't mean it literally because he does enjoy his life and isn't quite ready to die but he does have a great love for them all.

History

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History: Despite what some might think Tristan actually did have a normal if not pretty great childhood. Coming from a middle class family he didn't grown up to the flashy cars and people waiting on him hand and foot, but there was nothing that he ever wanted that his parents couldn't provide him with. As a child when you look at Tristan and he parents you probably saw what you pictured as the perfect family. Since starting school as a toddler Tristan was always top of the class making his parents proud. All through elementary school he was always that honor kid that his peers envied and other parents wished their kids would be like. Between both of his parents great jobs, solid marriage and over-achieving child you would finally think that they could be the poster family for what other families should strive to be. I mean if you were to look at the Hale's and think that no one would argue you and Tristan couldn't fault you because from the outside looking it that is what it appears to be. Of course as the saying goes things aren't always what they appear to be.

Tristan believed the facade his parents put on like everyone else around them did up until he hit middle school. That is when the cracks in his parents marriage started to surface and what would start out as a screaming match here and there turned into not talking to each other for days and sleeping in separate bedrooms. At first Tristan just pretend like nothing was wrong because he so badly wanted to believe that everything in time would work itself out. However that didn't happen and before you he knew it he had caught not one but before of his parents having secret affairs. It probably would have been better had he discovered it at separate times instead of the same day but what was he going to do. Not only were his parents not working out together but they had also managed to find other partners to filled the void the other had left. Now you would think that given everything his parents would now be heading to divorce but they weren't. Their family's image along with the fact that it was just financially cheaper to stay together is all his parents seemed to care about so they stayed together on the surface while dating other people behind closed doors.

It was probably these events that made Tristan not see the point in marriage and settle down. If his parents were only together your the finical support and didn't really care for each other he didn't see the point in getting married and still doesn't. The things that followed the reveal of affairs on both sides slowly made Tristan lose all respect for his parents. As a child he had always felt the need to be perfect and do right to make his parents proud of him but when he lost the respect he had for his parents he lost the caring about their opinions and everything that went along with him. As his fourteenth birthday came in he just started doing him what his parents said went in one ear and out the other. With nothing giving him that feeling to want to achieve and thrive in school he didn't, he went from being an honor roll student to a promotion in doubt case. Its not like one day he woke up and all the intelligence he had just went away it was just he stopped caring. He soon found his way into party scene and along with it came the drugs, sex and alcohol. With those things also came a new crowd of his kids and his partying is what lead to him meeting the people he considers family.

So begins...

Tristan Hale's Story

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

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Summer Vorhees
Day: Friday
Time: Afteroon
Weather: Raining

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

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

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

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


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

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

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Tristan tilted his head up slightly while parting his lips and exhaling slowly the white smoke escaped his mouth. He wasn't sure if he was high yet or what but he felt a soothing calm that he was pleasantly enjoying. Sitting on Kyle's leather couch he was in nothing but a pair of black Calvin Klein briefs as he was watching Adventure Time on the tv. Tristan didn't understand the point of the show at all but for some reason when ever he started smoking this always seemed to be what he just so happened to watch.

The house was empty Kyle had woken up and went to school and being unable to wake him up he had left a note telling Tristan that he would talk to him later and to make himself at home. Not wanting to go home and being to hungover to actually want to go anywhere else that was exactly what Tristan had managed to do. He had woken up sometime around noon and when he awoke the house was completely silent. After reading the note his gracious host had left him he had taken a shower and grabbed a pair briefs out of Kyle's drawer putting them on. After which he had made himself a grilled cheese sandwich and sat back letting the time go by.

Kyle's mother was a women suffering from cancer and while that within itself was a sad and horrible thing for Tristan it proved beneficial. Due to her cancer Kyle's mom had a medical marijuana license and there was weed stashed all over the house. On one of the rare occasions that Tristan actually found himself at school he and Kyle had been put together on a project. Tristan was more than happy to let Kyle take care of everything but Kyle wasn't having it. The two began working together and soon an intimate relationship and now they were kind of doing the friends of benefits sort of thing. The subject of Kyle's mom cancer came up rather quickly and Tristan had convinced Kyle to hook him up with free weed.

Tristan had come over around one something in the morning to pick up the weed and he had managed to get a bit side track. Now with nothing better to do he sat back smoking like there was no tomorrow. As the four o'clock show ended Tristan cell started to vibrating, taking another puff he reached for his phone and saw a text from Summer. Reading it he smiled seeing that he wasn't the only person getting high. Placing his phone back on the coffee table he got up off his ass and walked into Kyle's room and searched around for his clothes. He had managed to locate his pants, socks and sneakers but his shirt remained lost. Getting redressed in the clothing he could find he put them on then he took one of Kyle's wife beaters and put it on.

He walked out of the room walking over to where he had left his phone and picked it up seeing he had another text he read it. 'Two invitations. Where to go' he thought to himself as he slipped his phone into his pocket. Shrugging he grabbed his hoodie and his weed and he left Kyle's place not exactly sure where the hell he was going.

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

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Summer Vorhees

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

To: Everyone
From: Lyfe

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


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He was going to die soon...

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

To: Everyone
From: Bones

SHIT!! I'm coming!!


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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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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"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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"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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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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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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Kaleb Dean Sivaj


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

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

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

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

"I care like you do for Kite."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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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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"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: Madeline Starre Character Portrait: Brik Hamilton Character Portrait: Tristan Hale

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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The slobber of his dog's tongue licking his face is what woke Tristan from his deep slumber. He hadn't made it to his bed but it seemed he passed out on his floor by the foot of his bed. 'Almost made it' he thought to himself as he pushed the medium sized dog off of him. Taking hold of his bedpost he pulled himself up off the floor. Leaning against the post Tristan head was pounding and in the pit of his stomach was the familiar aching of hunger that he always got after coming down from one of his highs. Giving his german shepherd a quick scratch behind his ear Tristan walked out of his room with his pet on his heels.

Placing the food into the dog bowl he placed the bowl down on the floor next to the water bowl that he had just refilled. Once giving the okay from Tristan the shepherd dug into its breakfast. With that taken care Tristan started going through his cabinets until he accumulated a nice sized pile of junk food on his counter top. Opening and eating through the packages of food he was to involved in his junk feast to notice Kimberly walking into the kitchen, "Well someone sure has a case of the munchies. Bet I can guess what you were doing last night."

Kimberly was Tristan's father latest "girlfriend", the story that had given for her stay in the house was that she was a homeless young girl down on her luck. The Hales had been kind of enough to let her stay with me until she got back on her feet. Kimberly was a only a couple of years older than him and a couple of decades younger than his father. Last month when his father was away on a weekend business seminar and his mother had went on a weekend vacation to New York with his current squeeze it had left just himself and Kimberly in the house. Unknown to his father Kimberly had a liking for weed like his son and the two potheads had spent the entire weekend getting high together. Along with that secret that the two shared they also slept together over the course of that weekend, not just once or twice but four times. Since then Kimberly hasn't been shy of making her longing for him know when the two are alone.

Tristan watched as she walked over to him saying nothing as he continued stuffing his face. Stepping in between him and his food she pushed him back into the fridge and started kissing his neck. Tristan being far more interested in food then sex lightly put sternly pushed him away from him "Well someone's getting bold" he said mockingly as he hopped up on the counter next to his food. "You do realize that my father is actual in the house now right?" he asked the rhetorically question with sarcasm. "Are you scared of getting caught" she responded in her seductive voice as she placed each on her hands on his thigh. She moved her hands up his thighs and onto his abs which were revealed due to his lack of upper body clothing. "No am not scared" Tristan said leaning into her as if he was going on to kiss her "because what happened that weekend is never going to happen again" he said with a smirk. Pushing her aside he jumped down off the counter and grabbing his big bag of Doritos he retreated to his room.

Throwing the half empty bag of chips onto his bed he shedded what clothing he still had on his body he walked into his attached bathroom and turned on the shower. Getting in when the water was a lukewarm he showered for about twenty minutes before stepping out and wrapping a towel around his waist. Putting on his axe men body products he got dressed in matter of minutes and fell back on his bed. He wondered if the others were up yet and if they were what they were doing. He decided that he would left some time pass before texting them and he went about his morning routine of getting his weed in order.

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

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#, as written by Jynxii
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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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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Tristan walked down the sidewalk with Batman pulling on the leash. As the people in his household started waking up Tristan felt it was time to get out. Using the dog as an excuse to get off out of the house he had grabbed his phone, a couple of joints along with his keys and wallet and left. As the shepherd took care of his business Tristan took one of his joints out of his pocket and lite it putting it in his mouth. Feeling the vibrating of his phone in his other pocket he took out his phone and read a text from Kyle.

'Where r u? R u close?'

His hands moved around typing 'I'll be there in a sec' he sent the text then looked down at Batman and his shit. "I really don't want to touch that" he said addressing the dog but really talking to himself. Looking around to make sure there were no cops around as he didn't feel like getting a fine, when the coast was clear he walked down the rest of the block causally. It was Saturday which meant it was restock day for Tristan which is why he was meeting up with Kyle. There messing around had benefits for both of them, for Kyle he got sex and for Tristan he got free weed. Although it did sucked that Kyle's mom had cancer Tristan was looking at the glass as half full and if he had to have cancer get free weed would sure make it a hell of a lot better for him.

Getting to the store Tristan tied his dog up to a parking meter outside. "Look who finally showed up" Kyle voice sounded as he walked through the entrance entering the store. "Sorry. My dog has a tendency to sniff every tree in the neighborhood." The two guys hugged Kyle placing a kiss on Tristan's cheek, "Nick is in the back but he'll be out in a minute" Tristan nodded. Nick was Kyle's cousin and the reason they were able to get away with this whole thing. As they waited Tristan went about observing what they had in stock making a list in his mind of what he would be getting. The transaction didn't take more than a few minutes after Nick had come back. Walking outside Kyle played with the dog for a moment while Tristan untied him from the pole. Once ready to go Tristan said goodbye to Kyle and started walking back home.

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

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Summer Vorhees

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

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

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

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

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

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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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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: Kaleb Dean Sivaj Character Portrait: Tristan Hale Character Portrait: Lizzie Moore

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Tristan hadn't come across any of his friends all night but then again he hadn't really taken the time to look for anyone. Most likely they were partying together and finding them probably meant finding Lizzie and he wasn't ready to deal with that drama. So he had spent the entire night dancing, drinking and flirting with the two girls he had met when he first got to the club. As the three of them danced together on the dance floor out of nowhere Kaleb showed up, "Damn my brutha!" he could hear Kaleb shouting over the music.

Taking one of the girls off his hands for a moment Tristan danced with one as Kaleb danced with the other. As the next couple of songs passed the four just danced, as the last song began to change Kaleb leaned over to him and shouted in his ear "I still haven't seen Mordi, Lizzie or Lyfe - I'm gonna try to find 'em" Kaleb's words were slurred and as he pointed off in some random direction Tristan just nodded. Giving Tristan one of his usual man hugs Kaleb pecked his cheek "Fucking love you man!" Tristan laughed "Love you too man!" Tristan yelled back as his second lady was returned to him.

The two girls who over the coarse of the night he had learned their names the taller brunette being Madison and her shorter friend Denise sandwiched Tristan as the continued to dance. As the time flew by the three left the dance floor and took to drinking. They went from taking shots out of glasses to doing body shots which Tristan defiantly enjoyed. As the girls left to use the restroom Tristan continued on drinking as he leaned up against the wall.

The night was dwindling down and the girls looked about ready to go as they walked back over to him, "Hey, were ready to get going. You come with?" Denise asked as she nestled into him. "Depends, what happens if I go with you?" he said eying Madison. She smirked "Well," she started kissing his neck working her way up until she reached his ear. As she started her seductive whispering into his ear he felt her place her hand on his groin area as Denise started kissing the opposite side of his neck. Madison pulled away from him "So are coming?" she asked as Denise joined at her side. "How could I refuse" he said as he walked over to the two seductresses and placed an arm around each of them.

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

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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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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: Tristan Hale Character Portrait: Lizzie Moore

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

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

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Elizabeth Moore


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

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Lizzie closed her eyes and allowed the weight of the word to simply crush her. Her mind slowly sank into a numb darkness. Having sponged up too much information, rather than try to sort emotions into their proper place, her mind simply clicked off. The world seemed to slow down around her, and then with the blink of her eye, it all began to blur past her. As she felt herself sliding to her knees, she watched through the haze of her tears as the world passed her by. “Lizie,” a voice, soft and familiar, cut through her chaos. As if his words could bring stillness to a rippling river, Lizzie slowly lifted her head.

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Against the sunlight, she could only smile weakly. Brik was here, he was still here… cancer. Her smile faded, and her eyebrows slowly melded together in confusion. “I...you...you weren't suppose to find out...not like this." Not supposed to find out? She could only stare at him through her blurred vision. From her angel, his golden hair seemed to bend the sun’s rays that bowed out from behind him. He looked like an angel.

Words bubbled in her throat, she wanted to say something… to confirm, or deny, or question… but no sound formed. She looked at him as if he were twisting her insides, and turned her face away. Lizzie watched an ant crawl out from under her car, completely oblivious to her woes. The little ant had a piece of bread at least twice it’s size. How do you do it, little ant? She thought to herself, watching the small insect in wonder.

“I… am. So. Sorry,” Lizzie was finally able to say, though the words seemed to cover a general amount of things that she wished to apologize for. She was sorry for Mordi’s death, that his family was going to be upset. Sorry for accidentally finding out that Brik was about to die. Sorry for not being there for Summer, to stop her from entering into the dark world that she’s unknowingly drowning herself in. Sorry for punching Jojo in her heat of rage. Sorry for failing her parents. Sorry for getting jealous over Tristan. Sorry for getting pregnant. Sorry for letting everyone down. Sorry for everything.

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Lizzie felt her phone vibrate violently in her bra. A notion of answering it flittered across her thought process, and then flew away just as quickly. It was probably just another person sending their condolences for Mordi. “How long?” Lizzie finally worked up the courage to say. “How long, have you known?” Liz turned her blue hues to Brik, her eyes pleading him to reach out to her. She needed someone, and though she knew she had a large handful of friends, she felt completely alone. “Who else knows?” Her second question seemed like a legitimate one to ask.

Lizzie turned and put her arms around him, pulling him close to her. She knew Brik was not a be-close-to-me sort of person, but right now she just needed a hug. Her best friend was on meth, as was her mother. Another friend just died, and she had just found out that the handsome man in her arms was next on God’s sick list. She closed her eyes as she held him close, one of her hands gently running into his hair. She turned her lips into his neck, whimpering as she started to cry all over again that she was sorry over and over again. When she was able to pull herself back together, she leaned back just enough to look into his hues. How silly they must have looked, sitting in the church parking lot after everyone else had already left. She didn’t care.

"I want to be here for you," she announced, taking his hands into hers. "I need you to be here for me, too... please.. for as long as you can.." The last part, she whispered. Her hand was still in his hair, holding him close to her. Her blue hues raked over his face, as her hand slowly let go of his hair and trailed down his jawline so that she was holding his jaw in the palm of her hand. "I'm scared, too, Brik... I don't know what my future holds, either... I'm not saying that I have cancer, that I can understand your pain or relate... But I want you to know that... That... You aren't alone in your struggle... I want to be here for you now. I'm sorry... I'm so sorry... That I haven't been... But I'm going to be here now." She took his hands into hers, staring into his eyes. "I promise. I can't let you go through this alone, and I won't. Please, let me be here for you. I don't want to be alone.. I don't want you to be alone. I never want you to feel like you don't have someone to turn to." She felt tears swelling in her eyes again and she looked down, having to break their gaze.

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What was this feeling in her chest? Love. She would be here for him, if he liked it or not. He would never be alone again, as long as he would let her stay by his side. She would make him her world. Someone to lean back on, someone to lean on her. As long as he would allow her to care for him, she would. Regardless of the consequences, because that's what friends were for. "I'm sorry for leaving... I just.. I needed to get away.. and I thought it worked, but.. once my dad found out about.." She trailed off, looking away.

She couldn't say it. It would be real if she said it. It couldn't be real. She wasn't ready. I can't do this... She turned back to him, taking in his features. Brik didn't ask to have cancer. He wasn't ready for it, either, when it was thrust onto him. He wasn't prepared to take on the responsibilities and consequences of what his illness meant, but he still faced it. Every day. In silence. Asking for nothing. Expecting nothing. He could wake up dead tomorrow, and she would have never known.

Lizzie closed her eyes tightly. "Do you remember last night at Roxxies?" Her tone was gentle, and delicate, as if her voice could break the concrete they stood on. "I wasn't drunk... I... I haven't drank, or smoked... In weeks.." She slowly opened her eyes to look at him, feeling herself shrink against his stare, pulling her hand back from his face. Liz reached out and used the car again for support, taking a small breath. "Brik, I'm..." Her heart was thumping around her chest as if it were going to explode. Why did she need to tell him? Why did he deserve to know? Why did he need to know? What does he care? Why would he care? He has enough problems! Shut the fuck up, Lizzie, what the hell are you doing? "I'm pregnant."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Character Portrait: Brik Hamilton Character Portrait: Avery Campbell Character Portrait: Kaleb Dean Sivaj Character Portrait: Tristan Hale Character Portrait: Mordicai Love Character Portrait: Lizzie Moore

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The goodbye between him and Lizzie was everything but normal, Tristan just gave a silent nod as she said goodbye to him and left the kitchen. Taking a bite out of his banana he turned his attention to Brik who was the only other person besides him and a sleeping Avery left in the house. Brik didn't really give much of an answer to his question before announcing that he too had to go and just like that Tristan was left alone. As he finished up his banana he heard the door open followed by feet leading upstairs. With no reason left for him to be here Tristan decided to get going as he threw out his banana peel he went to the living room and got dressed quietly as to not wake a still sleeping Avery before slipping out of the house.

As he stepped outside the rays of the sunlight hit him causing him to use his arm to block it. Getting into his car he didn't feel like being alone and he wasn't willing to settle for the companionship of his family. He could text the Madison but it was way to earlier in the morning to do what she would want to do, so he just pulled off letting his mind wandered over his text messages he got earlier. Texting Aaron he asked him to meet up and after a couple of seconds he got a reply telling him to come over. Aaron like Kyle was a guy he knew from school but unlike Kyle Tristan and Aaron actually shared a friendship. With Kyle after the project ending they only meet up for two reasons that being sex or weed, were as with Aaron they played video games and basketball and did other stuff as well as had sex and smoked weed.

Pulling up to the curb in front of Aaron's place Tristan parked his car before getting out and walking to the door. The door was already open so pushing it open he walked in before calling the door back "Aaron!" The petite guy descended down the stairs wrapping his arms around Tristan immediately as he reached him "Are you okay? I am so so so sorry for you" as Aaron took a step back he continued on "It's okay if you feel like you want to cry I know how close you two were and if --" Tristan cut him off not having any idea what Aaron was taking about "Aaron what the hell are you talking about?! Your like the fortify person today to tell me that they are sorry for me and I ..." Tristan let his words trail off as he saw the look on Aaron' face. The boy had his hands covering his mouth and a look of sadness and surprise in his eyes "You don't know" his voice was almost inaudible.

Tristan just stared at him "I don't know what?" Aaron said nothing as he grabbed Tristan's wrist and led him into the living room "You should take a seat." Aaron said patting the spot on the couch next to him. Tristan sat down waiting for Aaron to spill what ever it was that everyone else seemed to that he was completely oblivious to. "Am sorry to be the one who has to tell you this but .... your friend ..... Mordicai ... he .." Aaron paused for a moment before continuing "Tristan am sorry but your friend's dead."

He didn't know what to say as his body immediately numbed as to what he had just heard. He knew that Mordicai had been MIA these last couple of days but he had just figured the guy was locked up in his studio to busy creating one of his masterpieces to be bothered with the outside world. Not once had he ever assumed that death would be the reason for his friends absence. Aaron once again wrapped his arm around Tristan's body in an effort to console and comfort him. As the seconds flew by Tristan did nothing, he didn't ask how or why, he didn't scream or shed a tear he just sat there in disbelief.

"I have to go" Tristan said after a long moment of silence. He didn't wait for Aaron to say anything as he broke away from standing up and jolting out of the house. Getting into his car he opened his glove box and pulled out a blunt and not wasting any time as he lit it and stuck it into his mouth. As he took a hit of the blunt he put his phone to his ear as he listened to all of his voice-mail that all confirmed what Aaron had just told him. Mordicai was dead. Turning the key in the ignition he started his car then drove off going home. As he pulled into the driveway and got out he noticed Kaleb sitting on his steps he wondered if he had heard about Mordicai too. "What's up man" he said as he walked over taking a seat next to his friend as he continued smoking his marijuana.

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Character Portrait: Summer Vorhees Character Portrait: Brik Hamilton Character Portrait: Tristan Hale Character Portrait: Lizzie Moore Character Portrait: Oliver Hamilton

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Elizabeth Moore


To Lizzie's surprise, he didn't reject her, or start with a million and two questions. He didn't ask her the question she feared the most from him either, which was 'Who's the dad?'. Instead he did something she never would have expected from Snow. He reached out, and pulled her into him. His arms were warm and comforting, and she left herself relax against his chest. Lizzie felt his hand run into her hair, a welcome comfort. His lips tenderly pressed into her bleached hair. Lizzie closed her eyes, shutting out not only the light of the day but also her problems. "Okay," she heard him say, so softly into her hair. "Okay."

Lizzie slowly opened her eyes, staring over his shoulder at the now empty church. Her eyes drifted to the cross that loomed high over their heads. Thank you, she whispered in her head. Thank you for him, God... and please... don't call him home... He's too young. I need him too much. I know you put him into my life for a reason, and I know you don't give us obstacles we can't overcome. I know I haven't been the best daughter to you, Father, but if you would just give me a second chance. I'll be better. I'll do better. We need you, Father. We need you in our lives. And Brik needs you. He might not see it yet, but I do, and I'm so thankful for every day you give him. She closed her eyes and nuzzled into Brik's neck, feeling her hot tears trickle down her cheeks.

Take away his cancer, Father... He's got so much love to give. Help him break away from the evil we've gotten ourselves into... Let him stay to guide me, and help me through this child. Please, Father. Give us one more chance. She opened her eyes again and pulled back from him, wiping at her tears. "So, a bucket list, huh?" she finally got the nerve to say, pulled only far enough back to look into his face. "What do you have on it?" Lizzie knew that this was probably an incredibly personal question, one that judging by the way he was talking to Leo, Brik wasn't very comfortable talking about. Still, she figured that since she knew his secret now, and he knew hers, he should get used to sharing uncomfortable things with him.

As she looked him over, she tried to think of what would be on her own bucket list. Her heart dropped a little when she thought about the baby growing inside of her. A year ago, her bucket list probably would have been nearly endless. She wanted to travel, to see the world, become a famous ballet dancer, and buy her own yacht. All of that seemed unattainable and silly now. What would I put on my list? Silently debating it with herself, she came up with a list of five.

    1. Tell Tristan she was pregnant.
    2. Find out if it's a boy or a girl.
    3. Be kissed by Brik while he was completely sober.
    4. Get Summer off and away from Meth and Jojo
    5. Have everyone be best friends like they used to be. All together. All happy.


Five was enough for now.

She looked up at the sky, wincing at the glare of the sun. She wanted to just fly away sometimes, but she wasn't a bird or an angel. She was just a kitten. A scared, lost kitten, who didn't have a home to call it's own. Watching the sky, her mind drifted back to a memory of her when she was seven, holding tightly onto a bright red balloon her dad had gotten her. She loved the balloon, so much! But her hands were slick with sweat from the heat, and before she could stop it, the balloon escaped her. She was sad, but her father had only smiled. 'Don't cry kitten,' he said. 'The angel's will find it, and hold onto it if you.' Lizzie wished that she had a red balloon now. She'd tie it to yourself, and float away from all of her troubles. She'd go higher and higher, until an angel found her and took her safely home.

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Pulling herself from her thoughts, she offered Brik a small smile. "It's kinda hot out here... Umm... How about we go back to your place for something cold to drink? I'll follow you." Lizzie had only been to Brik's a couple of times. His parents were incredibly nice people, and to her surprise had not judged her for her scene attire. Once, when lizzie as 14 and her brother had beaten up on her pretty bad, Brik's mom had picked her up from the gas station and brought her to Brik's house. She slept on the couch that night, but her brother had showed up for her the next day while Brik's mom was out grocery shopping. Lizzie had loved Mrs. Hamilton ever since. She was the only adult in the neighborhood that seemed to actually take an active care in the lives of the teenagers around her. Everyone else seemed to just turn a blind eye.

Reluctantly, Lizzie let Brik go, and climbed into her car. While she waited for him to get into his truck to lead the way, she pulled down her mirror to wipe at her eyes. Mascara had made an escape route down her cheeks, leaving her looking like someone out of a bad horror flick. As he pulled out she followed after him. While in the car, her thoughts drifted to Tristan. They had been so awkward this morning. I wonder how he's taking Mordi's death.. Mordi's death.... Lizzie's mind drifted over to thoughts of her dark siren, Summer. How was she doing? How was she dealing? Would it be easier on her, now that everyone knew or would it be harder? Guilt grabbed her insides and twisted them in an ugly knot. She had taken al of Summer's stash and hidden it behind the fridge. How is she paying for all of those drugs? The thought gave her pause. Summer lived in a house with no parents, and she didn't have a job. It was a valid question, but one that would have to wait.

Right now, all that mattered was keeping everyone together, and supporting each other through the loss of their friend. As Lizzie drove, she began to notice pink flyers everywhere. "I wonder what those are for..." she said aloud, glancing at them as she drove past. As she rounded a corner, she noticed a girl she'd never seen before, standing on Tina's porch. The girl was holding a stack of the pink flyers that were virtually everywhere. She was hot. Like, really hot. Lizzie nearly drove into Brik's bumper as he slowed for a curve while she was trying to look at the girl's tan and smiling face. Scared back into reality by her near-collision with Brik, she forced her attention onto the road.

As they pulled into Brik's driveway, Lizzie parked on the side of the road. Getting out of her car, she cheerfully walked up the driveway to meet Brik as he exited his truck. He was incredibly handsome, and she just wanted to be near him. You're my angel, Brik... you caught my balloon, and saved me... thank you... She felt better when she was by his side. More stable. Stronger. Not as hopeless. She walked up the driveway behind him and to the front door, following in behind him. "Hey, Mrs. Hamilton!" Lizzie called out, unsure if she was home or not.

Lizzie glanced over her shoulder at Brik, and the way the light was coming in through the door cast a golden crown around his head. Something about the way he looked, in that single moment, just made her feel like she wanted everything to be okay. She wanted him to write a happy ending to the script they were reading. She wanted to make the movies jealous. So what if she was pregnant? So what if he was dying? That their friends were all spiraling on a fast road to hell? They'd all pull it around. They'd make it through. Brik wouldn't let her fall without catching her.

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Semi familiar with the layout of the house, Lizzie happily made her way into the kitchen. Cups, cups, cups... Her eyes scanned the cabinets as if she were on a game show. What's behind Door Number One? she thought in her game show host voice. She swung open the cabinet confidently, only to reveal plates and bowls.

With a small look of defeat, she turned to ask Brik which cabinet she should be opening, but it wasn't Brik she came to face. It was a dark haired boy, with stunning blue eyes. "Uh... Hi?" She could feel the blush blooming in her cheeks, and to her relief, Brik was standing behind the boy. "I'm Lizzie?" she offered, flashing a smile. "Where are the cups?" Her voice was as delightful as her smile, upbeat and warm. It almost surprised Lizzie how happy she sounded. Maybe it was because she was in Brik's house, where she knew she was safe and not judged. Well, at least not by his mom. This dark haired boy could be thinking she was a little strange, though, considering her nose was probably still a bit red and her eyes most likely still a little watery from crying so much. She cleared her throat and shyly ran a hand through her hair, offering him a meek smile.

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Character Portrait: Madeline Starre Character Portrait: Kaleb Dean Sivaj Character Portrait: Tristan Hale Character Portrait: Mordicai Love Character Portrait: Dominique Norwood

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Kaleb Dean Sivaj


As late morning shifted into noon, Kaleb let himself look into the sky and try to imagine himself two years ago. It wasn't until the last year and a half Kaleb had been infested with the parasitic shadows of his mind. When had things gone wrong? What did go wrong? Everything he answered, tilting his head back to rest against the concrete of the stairs. Kaleb thought of his friends, the ones who were there for him when he needed their companionship most.

Within their circle, Kaleb often saw himself as one who sat on the fringe of most issues. Sure he was known to pester and push, tease and dare, flirt and horse around.....but did anyone really know him for him?

Summer

Of course she did. It was difficult at first when Kaleb had moved to Canada, many of his current friends already knew each other and had been stand offish to the brown skinned boy- though not due to his complexion. Even Jaylene took some time to warm up to him, but Summer had taken him in without so much as flinching. She had seemed so interested in his previous life in New York, and before that his childhood spent mostly in India. The two had fit together from the start, and in the beginning Kaleb hadn't known Summer's preference for her own gender. Summer would never so much as hesitate to express her affections to him, and as a 14 year old boy it was easy for him to confuse her sentiments for romance.

Jaylene and him had grown to know each other, both the true fuck ups of the group. Sure the others also has problems, but Kaleb and Jay both were the ones devoured with such angst and inner disdain that their souls were compatible with each other, finding comfort in another's proximity. A sigh passed his lips, swearing he could still taste Soda on his fleshy pink pout. He wished he hadn't left Jaylene, perhaps they had some things to still hash out. But Kaleb struggled with expressing his own feeling, the one who used humor as a defensive shield for anyone to get to close. Even Summer didn't know who he had become, Jaylene had seen a glimpse last night.

But could he trust his other friends with the monsters within? Would they still want to associate with a pyromaniac? Kaleb couldn't believe that they would, already they struggled dragging him away from fights or attempting to hush him as he drunkenly yells out insults to police that may pass them as they walk to their car after a party or the club. He remembered once when Jay had managed to talk a police officer out of arresting him by claiming Kaleb had accidentally taken a drink that had been intentionally roophied for Jaylene to consume, to explain his belligerent behavior. It was one hell of a lie, but it worked. Already he put his friends through enough shit, despite making up for it by baby sitting them because they couldn't hang or saving their asses physically. His naturally aggressive nature made Kaleb prone to conflict.

He and Mordi would constantly joke about how stereotypes put Mordi as the criminal and Kaleb as the talented one, instead it was the other way around. Kaleb sat up sharply, eyes widening. Mordi was dead.

Groaning, Kaleb buried his face into his hands, fingers tugging at fibers of his hairline. It was as if his demons had known, the fire foreshadowing Mordi's death. Oh god, where would Mordi be buried? Where would the wake be held? Should he do something? Hadn't he had a girlfriend?

Distracting himself, Kaleb attending to his phone, seeing that Madeline had responded to his texts. Madeline was another broken piece in the puzzle of their friendships. Adopted into a wealthy lifestyle was beneficial, but the gnawing notion inside knowing no one can quite love you like the ones who made you was enough to drive anyone up the wall. The girl's partying habits collided with Kaleb's, but if that was the case did that mean that she too was partying to cover something much deeper?
Kaleb shook his head, once again he was over analyzing. He wrote out a text, rereading it several times to make sure she would be able to comprehend it.

i just saw Kite, she's good. Tonight we're meeting at the cave...4 Mordi.

Although the text wasn't much, it took him forever to type the phrase into his iPhone. Although Kaleb wanted to call each of his friends and talk about Mordi, he knew it was best if they all waited until they saw each other tonight.

Suddenly Kaleb remembered a time that Mordi had texted his girl off of Kaleb's phone, scrolling through his threads until he came across the dated conversation. He was sure it was Mordi by the gooey sentiments that Kaleb would never say to a girl he was trying to sleep with, although according to Mordi what he had with Dee was more than that. Kaleb had laughed it off, teasing Mordi that he was acting like a female - but in a way he was envious of the relationship he had. Finally he wrote out a text to his deceased friends significant other:

Hey this is Kaleb, Mordi's friend...I don't know if ur interested but some of us are going to lakeside, probably tell some stories about him and party for him u kno. Ur more than welcome to come. he was sure he had met the girl once, but honestly Kaleb always struggled with names and faces. He knew the girl had to be hurting right now, maybe she could be comforted in the company of others who also mourned the loss of Mordecai Love.

It was then that Tristan finally showed up, smoking a trippy stick and greeting Kaleb nonchalantly. Bloodshot eyes peered from behind browned fingers that shielded his face, Kaleb's head shaking in confusion. "Mordi's dead," it sounded final, saying it out loud, "Mordi's dead and I fucked Jaylene last night." The secret slipped out like a foul word, intentional and undetected. It wasnt until he watched Tristan's face twist in surprise that Kaleb realized he had been bursting with the secret within the hours already and blurted it out the second Tristan greeted him.

Who knew when the burden of the fires would grow to be too much?

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Character Portrait: Summer Vorhees Character Portrait: Madeline Starre Character Portrait: Brik Hamilton Character Portrait: Avery Campbell Character Portrait: Kaleb Dean Sivaj Character Portrait: Tristan Hale Character Portrait: Oliver Hamilton

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Elizabeth Moore


Lizzie regarded the dark haired guy. His eyes were stunning. "Top cabinet on your left," Brik’s voice cut through her thoughts as if they were warm butter. Her blue hues directed themselves to said cabinet and she retrieved the items from within. "Lizzie, this is my cousin, Oliver. He's going to be living with me from now on. Oli, that's Lizzie my girl...my friend...she's my friend." Lizzie blinked once, twice, staring at Brik as Oli seemed to be doing as well. That was weird..

"Its a pleasure to meet you Lizzie, you can just call me Oli,” Oli said after a pause. Lizzie smiled from around the freezer door where she was getting ice cubes for the glasses. Filling hers with tap, she briefly asked Brik what he wanted, and got that for him. Walking over to the island, she handed over his drink and took a sip from hers as Oliver’s stomach let out a tiny protest. "Sorry just a bit hungry," the boy said with a blush.

Lizzie liked him. He was cute, in that little-brother sort of way. As Oliver began gathering up his pile of food from the kitchen he asked if they had any plans for the day. It was a good question. Lizzie took a moment to think about it, and in her silence Brik spoke up. "Don't know, we might just stay here and relax for the day, I guess. We partied pretty hard last night." Lizzie briefly wondered if Snow had been a wax figure in another life.

The mannequin turned to her and asked, "Have anything planned? We can always just hang out in my room until you're ready to leave." She mauled it over. “Well,” she took another sip of her drink to cool the heat in the back of her mouth. “I think I want to get out of here, you know? Maybe go to lake side or something… Mordi loved it there… But I’m kinda tired of being up and moving around,” she let out a nervous laugh, knowing that Oli wouldn’t understand why she would be.

“If that sounds like a good idea to you? I’d be down for it.. Chilling out in your room for a bit then heading out. I might need to stop by my house first, to change out of this dress..” "You can join us, if you want." Brik added to Oli. “Oh, yeah! Of course, totally. You should come,” Lizzie nodded, blushing at having not invited him to begin with. “You should meet the gang, if you’re here to stay anyway. Brisket is very popular!” She grinned to Brik, teasing him.

“Brisket? How adorable! I love it! Brik you didn’t tell me Elizabeth was coming over!” The gushing female voice was Mrs. Hamilton, who was scooping the thin Lizzie up into a tight mama-bear hug. “What are you kids getting into tonight?” Mrs. Hamilton purred, arms still wrapped around Lizzie affectionately. Lizzie could only giggle, blushing from the mother’s embrace. “You know, you’re about the only girl Brik ever brings over, you should come over more often, Lizzie!” His mother whispered loudly into her ear. Both of the females burst into giggles, looking over at Brik to see if their torment was working or not.

Once released from Mrs. Hamilton’s embrace Lizzie walked over to stand behind Brik, watching him and Oli dig into their food. “You’re mom’s awesome,” Lizzie giggled, nudging Brik lightly in the side. Just then she remembered she had a text. She pulled the phone from her bra and read it. It was from Summer, warning her about her dealer. Lizzie shrugged it off.

To: Kite<3
Message: Don’t worry about it, love. I’m not scared. (; Brik and I thinking of hitting up lakeside. Wanna go?


After the message was sent, she decided to text everyone else, too.

To: Mads, Bones, Tristan, Jay, Kaleb
Message:[Group Message:] Hey everyone, let’s meet up at lakeside? It's beautiful out. <3

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Character Portrait: Jaylene Sullivan Character Portrait: Summer Vorhees Character Portrait: Kaleb Dean Sivaj Character Portrait: Tristan Hale Character Portrait: Lizzie Moore

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

From: Liz
To: Tristan

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

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

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Character Portrait: Madeline Starre Character Portrait: Brik Hamilton Character Portrait: Kaleb Dean Sivaj Character Portrait: Tristan Hale Character Portrait: Lizzie Moore Character Portrait: Oliver Hamilton

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Lizzie laughed as Mr. and Mrs. Hamilton twirled together, so in love. A groan came from beside her. "Must you really do this while I have company over?" Brik asked, watching his parents with distaste. "Yes," they chimed in unison. Lizzie giggled, looking to Brik in an unspoken ‘awww!’. Brik’s face was as cold as stone. "We're going to my room," he said flatly. To her surprise, and delight, Lizzie felt his hand take ahold of hers.

"Don't have too much fun, Brisket...” Lizzie heard his mom say with glee. A blush blossomed in her cheeks. “I simply adore that nickname, don't you, Troy?" she added. "It's so...Brik-ish," Mr. Hamilton agreed. Without protesting, Lizzie allowed herself to be tugged toward the hallway. "Feel free to tag along." Brik said over his shoulder to Oli.

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Lizzie gave the boy a warm smile and waved for him to follow. Brik’s hand was warm in her own, and as they passed the dining room her imagination flicked on. She walked down the stairs in a warm haze, daydreaming about what it would be like to kiss Brik in the dining room. Would it be like it was in the club? Hot and feverish, as if he were trying to devour her? Or would it be sweet, and tender?

She pictured sitting on the dining table with him at her front, kissing him softly. The image in her mind made her blush a little more, but his voice pulled her back to reality. "It's changed a lot since you've last seen it," Brik was saying. She looked up from where she had been watching his shoes ahead of her on the steps.

The room had changed a bit. The furnature was all moved around, and his room wasn’t as cluttered as it used to be. The bed spread had changed, too. The new one was much more grown up. Her eyes drifted to the wall, and paused. "Mordi painted that for me,”[b] Brik explained. So that’s why it looked so familiar. “...we were high, and he had just gotten back from his studio and had his paint with him. I dared him to draw something while stoned, test of his skill...and he made this mural. He was so talented...so much potential. I can't believe he's just...gone." Lizzie could feel his fingers tightening around her own, and she squeezed his back, to assure him that she was here.

The feeling was nice, and somewhere in her heart she felt a tiny explosion of joy. He leaned on her. She wanted to hug him, to tell him that it’d be alright, but just like that—the moment was gone. Snow had returned and Brik pulled his hand away. Walking over to the couch, he added, "Sorry..." She was about to protest, but then he added, "About my parents, I mean. They are just really, uh, free spirited.” Oh.

Lizzie smiled over at Oliver and then walked a little closer to the painting on the wall. Brik was right, Mordi had been extremely talented. His smile flashed into her memory, and she turned from the painting, not wanting to be sad. “I have ballet tomorrow,” she announced, although she wasn’t entirely sure why. “And your parents are great. I wish mine were like that.”

“So, uh, anyway..” she tried to avoid looking at Brik, or his bed. Especially his bed. Her phone vibrated to life, saving her from having to talk for a moment. She pulled her phone from her bra and checked her messages. Mads had replied with an affirmative. Lizzie smiled and quickly sent a text to her.

To: Mads
Message: Sweet! I’ll ride with Brik, and his cousin. <333[ His cousin is kinda hot… hope you look as cute as you always do! (; ]


With the message sent, Lizzie turned her attention back to the nonexistent conversation at hand. “So, er… Mads says she’ll be at the lake, so we should go… I, um.. Can you drive? I just need to stop by my house for a change of clothes… I’ll probably just drive my car over there, and you can pick me up?” Lizzie didn’t want to leave so soon, since she had just gotten there, but she didn’t want to end up going to the lake in what she was wearing, either.

So, despite wanting to stay she said for Brik to pick her up in ten. “And to be sure you come and get me,” she added playfully, she reached over and stole his hat and plopped it onto her head. “I’ll be holding this ransom!” With a grin, she waved and left to go home.

When she got there, her mother was on the couch, but wasn’t there. Her needles were scattered all over the coffee table, and Lizzie tried not to look at her. She went into her room and searched around for her bikini. Lizzie paused once she found it. How was she going to go swimming? Biting her lower lip, she undressed and put the red bikini on. She slipped on a pair of cut-offs, some shoes, and one of Tristan’s shirts. She’d just swim with the shirt still on, so that she could hide her stomach, despite the fact that it was still pretty flat. Wasn’t it? She didn’t dare look.

She pulled Brik’s hat onto her head and walked out of the house.
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Glancing across the yard, she noticed Kaleb and Tristan talking. Thankfully, she was too far away to hear what they were talking about. She bit her lip. Should she go say hey? Was Tristan still mad? He hadn't replied to any of her texts... Deciding to wait until Tristan got a little more alcohol in him to approach him, Lizzie just gave a shy wave over to them, not even sure if they would see her. She turned her eyes back to the road, knowing Brik would be there soon enough.

She way toying with the hem of her/Tristan's shirt when her brother came flying into the driveway, nearly hitting her. Metal music blared from his speakers. With a wince, she stepped into the grass and out of Satan's way. He jumped out of his vehicle and marched over to her with a dark glare. "What the fuck are you doing out here, slut? You're a little off your corner, whore." She visibly flinched as he loomed over her. "What? Nothing to say? Cat got your tongue? Where the fuck do you think you're going? And where the hell have you been? Where the fuck are your pants? Jesus, you little whore, do you have no pride at all? No wonder your mom's a meth head, you're just as pathetic as she is!"

He kept going, but Lizzie had tuned him out, just staring at her shoes. He must have been getting even more angry, because the next thing she knew, she was being shoved backwards. Unable to maintain her balance against his aggressive blow, she stumbled backwards and landed hard on her back. Her mind immediately went to the baby, terrified that he was going to kick her. Scrambling backwards in the grass, she could hear his laughter. Knowing better than to get up, she stayed on the ground and pulled her knees to her stomach to guard it. He liked to play this game. Shove her down and then beat her more when she got up.

She didn't want to play the game. She had too much to lose. Her hair had fallen into her face, so she was unable to see what she figured would be his sneer. "I'm sorry.." she whimpered, cowering in the grass. She wasn't sure why her brother hated her so much, but she wished that there was something she could do to mend the broken relationship. Though, it seemed that no matter how hard she tried, he would never love her. She would never be family to him.

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Character Portrait: Kaleb Dean Sivaj Character Portrait: Tristan Hale Character Portrait: Lizzie Moore

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When Lizzie arrived driving her car into her driveway that was right next door Tristan's eyes watched the girl as she disappeared into her house. It had been so weird when she had first left to go live with his father. He had gotten so use to having her being his neighbor and being able to see her through his bedroom window that ran parallel to hers all the time that when she left things just felt out of place. After a couple of weeks however Tristan had just forced himself to get use to it as he figured she was never coming back but now that she was back things felt weird all over again.

Since her return the two of them had yet to have a real conversation with one another. He knew that sooner or later they would have to actually talk about were things but the trust of the matter was he didn't want to talk about it. That was the thing with Tristan he didn't like to talk about things that upset him and Liz leaving had upset him. When life through him problems that he couldn't deal with his fist his automatic response was to either smoke or drink the problem away. Where as he never had a problem discussing and helping others with their issues it was a totally different situation with it came to himself.

As his mind pushed Lizzie to the back of his memory he couldn't help but wonder why she home. Being her neighbor he was more aware of her home life than the others and she had plenty of reasons to never want to go home. Between her mom and all of Josh's bullshit he really couldn't blame her for trying to get away from it all his only issue was that she never told him she was leaving. In all honesty he deep down wished she had stayed with her father not because he hated her but because she was safer there then she would ever be here. He remembered her text from earlier which made him remember they were all suppose to be meeting up at lakeside. "I'll be right back am gonna go get my stuff," he said getting up and going into his house.

Walking down the halls that led to his room and stood in front of his mother's closed door as he could hear a soft weeping coming from the other side of the door. She was talking on the phone with someone he couldn't guess who but the topic of discussion was him. From what he could hear from his eavesdropping was that she didn't know what to do with him and she was scared for him because of the path he was on. He couldn't help but feel bad about causing his mother to shed tears but he did nothing to try and stop them. Leaving the woman to cry alone in her room he went to his room to get his things for lakeside.

When he got into the room he immediately started undressing, he hadn't taken a shower since the night before and between all the sweaty from dancing in the club all night and the liquor that had been poured on his body from when he participated in the body shots his body was in a need of a quick shower. Going into the bathroom he didn't wait for the water to warm up as he hopped in then out after about ten minutes. Walking out of his bathroom with a towel wrapping around his waist he got out a pair of trunks and slipped them on. Putting an outfit on top of his swimwear Tristan grabbed his book-bag and dumped all his rarely used school supplies onto his bed. Throwing in an extra change of clothes, his weed and his others necessitates once he was done he zipped the bag and exited the room.

Returning back outside to where Kaleb still sat waiting for his return Tristan took his seat next to him. He noticed Lizzie walk out of her house moments after him and as she gave a wave in the boys direction in which Tristan just gave a simple wave back in response. It felt uneasy having one of his best friends only feet away from him and yet acting as if that person wasn't there at all. "So, should we head to your place now?" he asked not knowing if Kaleb had anything he needed to retrieve from his place before they headed off.

As he was waiting for Kaleb's reply to his question they blaring sound of metal music pounded his eardrums "What the fuck?!" Tristan said as his hands clasped over his ears. His hangover from earlier wasn't all the way through with him just yet and the sound of the music coming from Josh's truck was quickly getting him agitated. Josh's vehicle was blocking his view of the brother and sister pair and just knowing the type of guy Josh was he was concerned about Lizzie's safety. The fact that the sound of the speakers was blocking out whatever the two were saying to each other if they were even talking at all also called for concern.

Pushing himself up off the steps he walked around Josh's truck to where his gaze instantly fell on Lizzie who was cowering in the grass. There was no thought behind his actions as within the next second he sent Josh's flying back into his truck. The two guys eyed each other as Tristan never taking his eyes off of Josh's went over to where Lizzie was and helped her up off the ground. He could hear Josh's in the background attempting to shout over his stereo system demeaning words about Lizzie but Tristan didn't care about him at this moment "Are you okay?" he asked not sure how bad her brother had hurt her.

Before Lizzie could answer Tristan felt someone grabbed his arm and as he turned to look a fist hit him square in his face. The hit hadn't sent him to the ground but it did make him stumble back. Tristan's first reaction was shock as he put his hand on his cheek and just blankly started at Josh. Suddenly overcome with raged and adrenaline Tristan ran forward tackling him sending the two boys to the ground. Tristan placing his knee on one of Josh's arm and using one hand to hold down the other arm started assaulting Josh with his free hand. Balling into a fist Tristan sent several forceful punches down hitting Josh's in his nose and mouth. Tristan's wasn't totally aware of what was going on but the more punched Josh the bloodier the guy's face became. Lost in the hit of the moment he just continued to attack.

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Character Portrait: Brik Hamilton Character Portrait: Tristan Hale Character Portrait: Lizzie Moore Character Portrait: Oliver Hamilton

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Leave it to Brik to make a moment awkward. He should be crowd the king of awkward. As the door closed behind Lizzie, Brik almost chuckled. Almost. He didn't really care that she took his hat, he had plenty more. He just stared at the door for a good minute or two, thinking about how much has changed in two days. It's just been so crazy...and he also thought about his relationship with Lizzie. She had only been in town for a day and she has already gotten closer to him than anyone else has. He didn't know how she managed to break through his wall, but she did and he wasn't sure if he was happy about it or not. His idle thoughts ceased as Oli's voice cut through his restless haze. He almost forgot that his cousin was still there.

"So are you and her...like together?" Brik looked up at him, raising a bronze brow. "You two do look good together, like there's a spark or something."

"A spark? Lizzie is just a good friend. I don't know what spark you've witnessed, but she and I are strictly platonic."

Brik wasn't too sure if he believed himself, but Oli seemed to accept that answer as he dismissed it and moved on to his next question: "So...uh...how many people will be at the lake?"

As a response, Brik just shrugged. "Not sure," he said after swallowing the last bit of his sandwich. "I don't know how many people were invited, but I'm pretty sure that the gang will be there and there's only eight of us."

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With that being said, Oli left, leaving Brik to strip out of his current attire and into a gray tank top and a pair of checkered trunks. He grabbed his gym bag, filling it with his hidden bottle of vodka, a clean pair of clothes and a towel. As he packed, his hands immediately stopped when he glanced at the little baggie of white pills. He debated whether or not he should take them with him. Without them, he was doomed to be uninteresting and dull, feeling the urge to be negative, but with them he was a whole new person, a better person. Someone with a sense of humor, a smile, and someone that his friends actually liked. Lyfe was the main reason they kept him around and if he quit...what was stopping them from just abandoning him, leaving him to burn. He needed those pills, and his friends needed Lyfe.

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Sighing, Brik stuffed the baggie into his gym bag. He grabbed his keys, putting on his sandals and heading out of the room with his bag dangling from his shoulder. He left the house, getting into his dad's car and maneuvering into the driver's seat. He loved his truck, but if he was going to drive Oli and Lizze, he was going to need more room. Brik turned to look at Oli, giving his cousin a nod, then letting the vehicle roar to life.

It didn't take long for him to arrive at Lizzie's street. His eyes scanned the houses until he was finally where he was needed. As he was parking in front of her house, he noticed Tristan and Josh, Lizzie's brother fighting on the lawn. His brows knitted together as he hurried out of the car. He rushed to Tristan side, watching in shock as the man continued to pound the other guy's face in. Quickly, he pulled Tristan off of the bastard, using what little strength he had to keep them apart.

"Now will someone explain to me, what the actual fuck is going on here," Brik voice was dull, but it was low and held a tad more force than usual. He glanced up at Lizzie, seeing the frightened look on her face. "Lizzie, what happened?"

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Character Portrait: Brik Hamilton Character Portrait: Tristan Hale Character Portrait: Lizzie Moore Character Portrait: Oliver Hamilton

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Lizzie felt strong, but gentle arms helping her up. When she looked into his face, it was Tristan, not Brik. She stared at him, unsure where he had come from for a moment, until she rose over her fear and shock to remember that he did live next door, after all. "Are you okay?" His voice was gruff, but incredibly sweet and caring at the same time. Lizzie tried to find her words, but the sound faultered in her throat.

She was just about to nod, when her eyes went wide. “Tristan, look o—“ but she never got to finish, because Josh had landed the punch. He laughed, going to step towards Tristan again. “Oh, your boyfriend gunna come to the rescue, little whore? He ain’t not—“ It was Josh’s turn to be cut off. Tristan’s strong upper body slammed into Josh’s, sending both of the boys to the ground.

In shock, Lizzie stood watching, unable to comprehend what was happening in front of her for a moment. When she finally did, she realized that Josh was gurgling blood and Tristan wasn’t stopping. Panic stuck her as she rushed over, but stayed a fair distance away from either of the men’s arms reach. “Stop! STOP! Tristan, you’ll KILL him! STOP!” she screamed, her voice hoarse and cracking. The metal music still blared from Josh’s vehicle.

“Tristan! TRISTAN!” she cried, trying to get him to stop without touching him for fear of being swung at in his blind rage. She was too busy trying to divert Tristan’s attention to notice that Brik had came to the rescue. With a strength that surprised her, Brik managed to pull Tristan off of the bleeding Josh. "Now will someone explain to me, what the actual fuck is going on here," Brik asked, but Lizzie was busy staring in horror at Josh’s black, blue and red face.

Josh managed to pull himself off the ground, cussing and running to his truck, jumping in and flying over the neighbor’s yard and spinning out once he got on the street, screaming that he would get her for this, that she would be sorry. She believed him.

"Lizzie, what happened?" it was Brik, his monotone voice completely calm, but darker than she had ever heard. Something dangerous was laced into his usual tone of speech. “I… Josh pushed me into the grass, and Tristan came to help, Josh punched him, and well… it…” Got out of hand… she turned her attention to Tristan, wincing at the sight of where he had taken a punch for her. “Thank you, Tristan,” she said quietly, wanting to cry all the sudden.

She turned to Tristan, desperately wanting to hug him, but unsure if he would let her or not. Lizzie didn't realize it, but she had been holding her stomach the entire time she was standing, fearing for her baby and it's condition after the fall. "Let's get out of here.." she said gently, turning to walk to Brik's car. "Meet you at lakeside," she added over her shoulder to Tristan, making eye contact with him for a moment. Thank you, thank you for standing up for me when I couldn't do it myself...

She climbed into Mr. Hamilton's car and closed the door, glancing into the back seat to Oliver. "Hey again," she said lightly, forcing a smile. "It's always like this, no need to worry or anything," she added, wondering if he had seen the fight or anything else or if the cars had been in the way. Either way, she didn't want him to be worried or scared, or think the neighborhood was a bad one. It wasn't, her house was just a war zone every other day.

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Character Portrait: Jaylene Sullivan Character Portrait: Summer Vorhees Character Portrait: Kaleb Dean Sivaj Character Portrait: Tristan Hale Character Portrait: Lizzie Moore

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Street lights had been passing in a blur. Despite it having been hours - or was it days? … Irregardless, she continued to drive and neglect the cocaine stashed throughout her car. A thousand things careened through her mind like nanoscale race cars attempting to make sense of everything that happened to her. All she had was a cell phone, a car, some coke, a debit card and countless thoughts. More than half of the equation consisted of items she'd have to discard to avoid getting imprisoned or returned to Belleville.

Her heart ached - she left behind her best friend. She had left behind the one thing that kept her grounded. Summer. Poor Summer. The girl was bewildered and wild-eyed when Jaylene began to strangle Vera, when the shit absolutely hit the fan and Jaylene lost her mind. But Kite never wavered, she was on Jaylene's side all the way and always had been. Suddenly Soda wanted to kick herself in the ass for not appreciating her more - for not expressing her everlasting gratitude. Kite's accusatory screams at Vera replayed in her head. Jaylene wasn't sure that she'd ever seen a truer loyalty before her than what Summer exhibited during the maelstrom. And because of her cognizance, she wanted to turn the car around and speed back home. To run into Summer's arms and make all the troubles go away, to fulfill promises of happiness and assure her she'd never leave again.

But she couldn't.

Without even thinking twice, she'd thrown the cell phone from the window way before she even got out of Belleville. Inconspicuously she'd also snuck to an ATM to pull out as much cash as daily use would allow. Everything in her began to ache when the high went away, and she hadn't a clue what to do with herself.

It wasn't until she was a safe distance away that she let herself relax. Incontrovertibly her notions had taken a hold of her but she'd sustained repose otherwise somehow. Jaylene let the indefinite passing street lights visually lullaby her while she intellectually relived Kaleb's touch, Summer's most recent bad trip, how it felt to see her friend's corpse, the smell of Tristan's cologne, and the red stains that smeared Brik's lips when he gave way to his ailment. All of the recollections were bittersweet and agonizing. There she was, driving aimlessly, on the run, reminiscing about her friends as if she'd never see them again.

She wasn't sure how she wound up in Nevada without being caught, but that was where her running had gotten her. It felt like she hadn't stopped driving for days when she finally reached her 'destination'. By some streak of fortune she'd gotten into a club without having to show her tits, and that was one hell of a relief considering she'd felt sucked dry of all of her dignity to begin with. The awkward loneliness she felt as she sat alone by the bar, watching the world around her live, was immeasurable.

She was nothing without her friends. She was an empty exoskeleton.

Halfway through the night, Jaylene had nearly fallen asleep in the lounge area and was abruptly tapped on the shoulder. When her olive eyes floated up to focus in on who had chosen to bother her, she was surprised to see it wasn't a Summerlin officer. That alone made her smile.

He was tall with an impressive fade, smiling right back at her as if they were longtime friends. If Jaylene had to guess, he was probably gay - she noted his good choice of clothes and skillful whitewall haircut. His dark hair accentuated bold, cafe au lait eyes that reminded Jaylene of home. Or, more specifically, Kaleb. Choking back her inward sentiments, she anticipated what would happen next. She hypothesized, "Sorry, you're underage." or "There's a cop that wants to speak with you."

"What brings you to Summerlin?" He mused, sitting down beside her.
"Huh - I - …" Jaylene batted her eyes with confusion.
"You just don't look like you're from around here."
"Why's that?" Jaylene riposted inquisitively.
"You're not trying to throw yourself at every guy that walks by."
"Guess I'm too tired," she joked, "I'm just new to town."
"Bullshit." He stated.
"Wha?…"
"You're all of what, sixteen?"
"And what does that make you, a fucking pedophile?" Jaylene shot back.
"Whoa, relax tiger. It was a joke. You're not from around here though, I know it."

ImageFrom that point forward Jaylene was thrust into serendipitous conversation, confiding in the gentleman who she came to find was Liam. Liam Bradach. He was perfect; smart, buoyant, quick-witted, levelheaded and not to mention handsome. In no time, she'd gone home with him and settled in. Liam came to be Jaylene's sanctuary, her best friend. And in a sort of way, he occupied the nullity that had been ailing her since she left Belleville. The first few times she hooked up with him, it was void-filling sex. It was wild, feisty and heated. As time progressed, it became more amorous and nostalgic to Jaylene.

It terrified her, because it produced vivid sensations that didn't belong to Liam. They belonged to a friend back home.

One night, while laying in the grass after play time, Liam had dared to ask her about home, about her friends. He knew a lot about her - including the dreadful event that brought her to Vegas. But he seemed more interested in what her life consisted of, what her friends were like. Jaylene loved that about him, he really didn't care that she'd committed a felony while coked out and abandoned her life. He didn't care that she falsely admitted to crimes she didn't execute or that she assaulted a drug dealer and insulted people regularly as if she were better than them. It was just a small fragment of what made Jaylene, Jaylene.

Image"Tell me about your friends! Come on, please?"
"Okay, okay. Fine. I'll tell you about… Summer. Summer Vorhees." She grinned.
"Summer Vorhees," he let the name roll off of his tongue, unable to truly do the Canadian girl justice by verbalizing her title but coming close nonetheless.
"She's this beautiful, wonderful girl. She saved my life. I was lonely…"
"What do you mean she saved your life?"
"Well, I moved to Canada and I felt like I had nothing. I was pissy, angsty, I didn't like anyone. I was rude to mostly anyone I came in contact with, and somehow she saw past it. She liked me and my bitchiness. After a while, she introduced me to all of her friends. Now I loved em' all, but Summer, she was like my soulmate. Even though I was a bitch, she still cared about every little thing I did. She gave a shit."
"You're not a bitch ,"he laughed softly.
"I really am, I can at least admit to it."
"Maybe a little," he pinched midair, "Just a little."
"Hey!" She swatted at him playfully.

It took her a long time for her to completely disclose why Summer was of such value to Jaylene, but Liam seemed to comprehend fully even when Jaylene struggled to explain. When she got around to describing Brik and Kaleb, she found herself unable to finish.

"I loved them in a way that was - weird. You know?"
"Weird?" He ventured curiously.
"Sometimes you love people in a way you don't expect, it like, breaches friendship."
"You liked them?"
"I don't know," she shook her head, "I just know I loved them. I didn't always like them."

They broke apart the conversation, trailing off into jokes and sweet nothings while they traced each other's bone structures. Jaylene hated 90% of the adoration Liam expressed, it just wasn't her, but somehow she felt herself necessitating it all at once. And she reciprocated it like a lovesick puppy dog, which would have made any of her friends twist in incertitude if they could witness it.

"Do you like me?" He grinned up at her, his hands fastened to her hips.
"I like you."
"Do you love me?"
"Haha," she sighed, "Maybe."
"Do you looooove me?" He asked musically.
"Nope."
"Jaylene loves me!"
"…I do," she admitted after a long silence.

Jaylene spent many long hours as time passed, biding her time in Liam's apartment while he went to work either at the firm down the road or his part-time gig at some department store. He was perfectly fine with her staying at home while he brought home the money. In the quiet of his home, she found herself manic a lot of the time when he wasn't around. She couldn't shake the longingness she felt and the absence of all the things that made it better. She didn't have her friends, she didn't have any pictures, she couldn't even risk contacting them. Liam had encouraged her to do so through his phone, but she declined. Besides, even if it didn't get her roped by the police, it would just complicate things.

It became noticeable to Liam that she was grieving. Her sentiments about anything became less frequent, and when she mentioned Belleville she would either go silent or begin to get choked up, babbling about how she abandoned Summer and didn't even get to apologize to Kaleb. As badly as he wanted to just take her home, he couldn't. The helplessness he felt began to eat away at him.

ImageOne evening after he had forced her to get dressed and come to dinner with him, he parked the car near a field. Jaylene had rested her legs so that her feet were out the window, all the while smiling at Liam expectantly.

"So… Why are we here?" She grinned.
"I just wanted to get you out of the house," he replied.
"I've become a bum, I'm sorry."
"No - no. That's not it, Jay. You're… you're sad."
"I'm sad?" She crumpled a little.
"I know you miss home. Summer. Kaleb… Avery. The parties. All of that."
"Yeah…" She nodded.

Digging in his pockets, he retrieved something but held it behind his back. With a generous simper, he began, "So I have to do what I can to get you as close to home as possible." His mawkishness made her slightly panic. She couldn't go home. What would happen then? They'd lock her away. She committed a felony, for crying out loud. Even her parents couldn't get her out of that!

"I was thinking that this might be right up your alley," he presented two tickets, "It's called Electric Daisy Festival. It's basically a massive outdoor party with live music. It'll help you maybe just let loose a little, meet some new people."