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Flora Sunn

"Me? Well, I'm well. Well, I mean I'm in Hell."

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a character in “Beautiful Lies”, as played by bugprince

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Image”When you feel yourself grow colder, wrap the night around your shoulders.β€œ
{Rocks and Water | Deb Talan}

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Name: Flora Lavinia Sunn
Nicknames: Flo [uncommon]
Age: 20
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Homosexual
Ethnicity: White American




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”Seven devils all around me”
{ Seven Devils | Florence and the Machine}


Appearance:
Flora looks like the classic Addams Family goth girl. Her pale skin contrasts her dark hair and attire perfectly. She's 5'4" with an average build and a naturally pleasant expression on her face. She has black hair (With a streak of blonde on the right) that reaches her mid-back. She has a tattoo of a comic panel on the inside of her right wrist. She loves playing with makeup and rarely goes out without at least winged eyeliner. Her ability to apply eyeliner is a talent she's very proud of. She also takes great pride in her fashion sense; finding endless ways to keep her goth style fresh and interesting. Black dominates her wardrobe, but she's not at all averse to color. She always tries to look her best unless she's just sitting around at home, making her look much more together than she really is.

Secret:
Flora suffers from Paranoid Schizophrenia. She experiences hallucinations (mostly auditory, sometimes visual), delusions (she believes that others can hear her thoughts), and paranoia. Her tattoo talks to her. And hates her.




Image”As soon as I'm left alone, the devil wanders into my soul”
{ The Devil | PJ Harvey}

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Personality:
Since her high school years, Flora has gone through a complete 180 in terms of personality. As a teenager, she was bitter and misanthropic, but as an adult, she's friendly and positive. It wasn't a total personality change, though. Her bad attitude as a kid was largely forced. Happy Flora was still there, but Angry Flora was ignoring her. As she became more mature (and an eventual decrease in the severity of her condition), she became much more comfortable showing positive emotions. It's still very possible to catch her in a bad mood, though. If that happens, God help you. If something pisses her off, she reverts to her old biting sarcasm and undying frustration. The good news is that she rarely gets to this state, having grown a much longer fuse since childhood. Overall, she's pretty creepy, but pleasant; like a kooky Halloween decoration.

Talents: Writing (mostly Poe-style horror stories and poetry), Fashion, Entomology
Weaknesses: She's not comfortable talking about her problems, preferring to bottle them up.
Fears: She's afraid of people finding out too much about her. She was always taught that if anyone knew about her illness, the family's image would be ruined. She doubts that would happen, but she still keeps the secret.




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”Me? Well, I’m well. Well, I mean I’m in Hell.”
{ Runs in the Family | Amanda Palmer}


History:
Mental illness is common in the women of the Sunn family. Flora’s grandmother was depressed, her great-grandmother was afraid to go outside, her great-great-grandmother was narcissistic, et cetera. Her mother (who married into the family) would tell her, β€œCrazy’s in your blood. ” Of course, nobody knew this. Despite the family's rather high standing in the town, the unfortunate tradition has been a highly kept secret. When her symptoms started to show while she was in middle school, Flora learned her family’s way of dealing with their problems: grin and bear it and don’t you dare tell anyone.
Around this time, she discovered goth culture and immediately fell in love. Feeling strange and different from the beginning, she was very at home among the weird and creepy. However, it took a while for her to really find her stride, spending the remainder of middle school and all of high school as a rather obnoxious scene kid. No one really liked her, and she didn’t like anyone else. Her bad attitude was exacerbated by frequent hallucinations, mostly auditory and occasionally visual.
When she started having feelings for women, she told her mother, and was greeted with the same advice she got when her symptoms came. She grew up ashamed of herself, and that never really left.
After moving out, she really mellowed out, allowing herself to be positive and open about her sexuality. Since then, her family moved away too, so she doesn't have to worry about what they'll say about her being openly gay, but the fear of telling anyone about her illness is still there in full force.




Image”She keeps wishing for the secret society to fall”
{ Silver Trembling Hands | The Flaming Lips}

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She used to hate her name, thinking it was too cheery-sounding for someone so dark. Now, she enjoys the juxtaposition.
She’s entirely sure that nobody is going to recognize her once she comes back to Smithbrook. She hopes she makes a better impression than she did in school.

So begins...

Flora Sunn's Story

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Alex pulled a face as he looked his reflection up and down. His shirt and trousers just seemed to make him look scrawny, and his hair was a mess- well, it wouldn't lie in the exact mess he wanted it to. He honestly would have rather stayed in the hotel room until it was time for his flight home- but this was a memorial service for Lisa. He couldn't believe she was dead. She hadn't just been popular- she'd been genuinely loved by so many people. She tutored those who struggled with school. She'd been a member of every committee going and had so often been the reason they hadn't descended into chaos. She was the one who paired up with the weird kid in the class so they wouldn't be alone or singled out by a teacher. She'd tracked down Alex after he moved away and had actually kept in contact with him- or, rather, kept messaging him, telling him about her day, and not expecting a response. And, eventually, he had messaged back.

But now, she was gone. With the police enquiry, the funeral had felt strange- nobody meeting anyone else's eyes, polite small talk the only conversation anyone made. The funeral had been strange, a mere formality. But this was voluntary, something the family genuinely wanted to do to celebrate her life. It wasn't anything religious- just something to remember her by. Had it been any other event, he would have stayed home. But not this.

His unsatisfactory appearance would have to do. Besides, most of the people there had seen him worse. He wasn't exactly the picture of health, but he'd been a hell of a lot worse the last time they'd seen him. Painfully underweight, barely able to function when sober, self-destructive, miserable... Well, okay, that last one hadn't changed that much.

He shoved his phone, hotel key, and wallet into his pocket, picking up a jacket and leaving the hotel room. As he headed for the venue, it occurred to him everyone else who could be here. Cas, Oliver, Callum... Callum. Alex still didn't like to think about him all that much. Callum had broken him and had the guts to say it was for the best. And the worst thing was, Alex had still loved him. He'd buried himself in self-destruction, because Callum had been the only person to ever stop him from completely derailing. Alex's therapist had told him multiple times that closure would probably do him good, that reaching out to Callum might be for the best. Alex had disagreed. That said, if he ran into Callum... Well, they'd just need to see what would happen. Alex was in town for another while anyway, until his parents got back from their last minute holiday abroad.

The room was starting to fill up fast, even though the service itself didn't start for another hour. There was to be a reception before and after to encourage the memory of Lisa- although Alex wasn't planning on sticking around for too long after, especially if there were a lot of familiar faces attending. He kept his head down, taking a leaflet and heading to one corner. He just wanted this to be over already.






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They'd rebuilt the house. Somebody else lived there now and had made it their house, unrecognisable from Ellie's childhood home. Ellie was incredibly glad for that much. It made coming home so much easier- not at all like being at home. It was the town she'd grown up in, but without the painful reminders. Or, at least, most of them.

The scars wrapping around Ellie's torso were so easy to hide. They could be covered with just a dress. The fainter ones on her arms were slightly harder to cover, requiring her to wear a jacket. But even still, as she looked herself up and down, she could have easily been her old self. It was so easy to pretend that nothing had ever happened. Maybe everyone had forgotten and moved on. Maybe she could fly home in a week or two and leave this all behind for good. That thought was comforting.

As she left her hotel, she scanned the streets, watching for a familiar face. Then again, most of them were probably already at the service. She wanted to go, but she didn't want to deal with people. She was still going to be there almost an hour before the actual service or whatever it was began, but she wasn't intending on being all that social.

Nobody approached her in her short journey to the venue, something she was glad about. It was already pretty busy when she got there, which allowed her blend into the crowd pretty easily.

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Dettie did not want to be here. This place held too many painful memories. That bench over there, she ate ice cream with here mother on the bench. Under that big tree Dettie had her first kiss. God. Being back was so strange. Every time she walked past a corner she expected Cas to swagger up to her, grinning his cocky grin. When she passed her old school Dettie could of sworn she saw Gemma waving at her.

It was too hard being here. She'd stay a week, maybe a week and a half then she'd go back to Australia. It would all go back to normal and Dettie could live her dull, boring life.

Entering the reception Dettie realized that maybe she wasn't dressed correctly. Wearing a leather jacket, skin tight ripped jeans and a shirt low enough to show the tattoo on her collar down wasn't really funeral material.

Oops.

She picked up a leaflet, skimming it. Hopefully her appearance made people leave her alone. If an old friend came up and tried to talk to her it would be so awkward. Dettie didn't exactly have any friends in Australia and Cas was the only one she ever kept in contact with.

And if Gemma or Lina wanted to talk to her...well Dettie couldn't be held responsible for what she'd do. Seeing the two girl, women now she supposed, she fell in love with would shatter her whole not caring demeanor.

Keeping a careful eye out Dettie sat down on one of the free chairs. She flipped her sunglasses down, hoping they'd hide her face a bit.

A few hours then she could return to her hotel. She could do this.





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Gavin didn't like funerals. He didn't like chatting about his dead friends to strangers. And he definitely didn't like leaving Patty alone. But he wouldn't want Patty to be here. She was barely five and did not need to see a bunch of stuff adult crying around a dead body. Plus none of his old friends even knew had a kid, excluding Lina. He couldn't lie to his cousin even if he wanted to.

He had put on a suit for this and was really regretting it. The tie was digging into his throat and the dress shoes were uncomfortable. At least the venue looked good. Gavin would hate for Lisa to be remembered in a crappy place. She deserved more than that

He crossed his legs, drumming his fingers on his knee. It was getting crowed now. What time was it? Gavin glanced down at his watch and wondered how Patty was doing in daycare.

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A flash of hurt came over Dettie's face at Gemma's lack of her nickname, but as quickly as it was there it was replaced by a stiff smirk. Maybe the both moved on. It would be healthy to, instead of laying awake at night thinking of how it could be. Her head tiled at Gemma's questions.

'I'm here for Lisa's funeral....' Behind her glasses her eyes widdened. 'Or do you mean why am I over here? I just, wanted to see you two? It's been years since we spoke and I missed you and I know you've both probably moved on, but....uh...' Her arm wrapped automatically around Cas's as she stuttered, looking for a way out.

God must be pitying her today because Flora showed up at the best time. 'Flora!' She said, waving her free arm towards the woman like they were old pals. Dettie hardly knew her. 'It's so good to see you. Wish it was under better circumstances, but what can you do.'

But now her smirk was back in her full on robot mode. Dettie looked and felt fake but that was so much easier than admitting how much seeing her ex's affected her. Especially when they seemed to move on. They even looked different. And what was going on with hie clingy they were? Dettie wasn't aware of them being close when she left.

She felt almost jealous. But of who? Dettie had no clue who she had stronger feelings for. Seeing them having eachother what great, but did Dettie even fit in with them anymore?

At least she'd always have Cas. Her grip on him tightened as he asked for Oliver. She knew how much her friend pinned over him. 'Hey Pan, wanna go out and do something after this? We'll invite Oliver if we find him, and uh,' she glanced at the other three girls. 'You three can come. We can do something in Lisa's memory or other shit like that. If...If you want that is.'

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Gemma reached out with a hand to bump fists with Cas. It was an awkward gesture that threw her back to high school where Dettie was the center of her world and... that other thing. With a gasp, she was back in reality. She tried to pretend she hadn't noticed the look of pain on Alphie's face. The last thing she wanted to do was cause her any more pain than she had before. Then again, wasn't it Alphie who had left? She smiled softly at the two before her, slightly heartbroken that she hadnt come for her. Not really. At the suggestion of moving on, Gemma snorted. Not like she had a lot of options. Who would want to date a bisexual psychiatrist?

"Forever" She said in response to Cas. "Hey to you too, Cas." It was ironic that the more people joined their conversation, the easier it was for her to breathe. She slowly softened her grip on Lina's hand, but found it difficult to let go. She wasn't sure if it was the warmth and strength it provided her, or if she just didn't want to rip away any warmth and strength she was giving Lina.

Flora joined and Gemma gave a soft, "Hey" in response to her greeting. Dettie invited Cas out to do something and then turned to the three girls. Gemma opened her mouth to agree, but stopped. She turned her attention to Lina. There was no way she could go if she wasn't there. She wouldn't be alone with her ex, but she might as well be if it was just Cas and Flora. She hoped her friend would have the answer that she didn't.






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Callum tried to focus on breathing. The last thing he needed was to pass out because his lungs didn't feel like working. It would be embarrassing. He stuffed his hands in his pockets, then pulled them out and let them hang at his sides. He placed them behind his back and then pulled them out front and crossed his arms. He was fidgeting, he knew, and jesus was he staring? He was staring! Like an idiot.

He groaned quietly and ran his fingers through his hair again, his gaze finally on something that wasn't on Alex. When he looked back, though, the boy seemed to be leaving. It looked like his faith had one, but then their eyes met and he froze. The room seemed to explode into a bright white nothing. It was just Callum and Alex. Callum felt a pull towards him, his leg tingled as it begged to take a step towards the blonde. He was so thin now. Callum could tell that he would be light. Like a bird. His arms tingled, wanting to hold him. To brush his bangs from his forehead. Kiss the pale skin there. Like he had before. Before the drugs.

The Drugs.

He was tossed back into reality as Alex strode towards him. "Hey" He said, his voice was like a melody that Callum knew by heart and he realized just how quiet the world was without the sound. His heart ached. He started to reach out to stroke the space where his cheekbone jutted from his skin, but dropped it. He stuck his hands into his pockets and feigned nonchalance. "Hey, Alex. Ya know why it's always warmer in the corners? They're always ninety degrees." He curled his hands into fists in his pockets, regret in his eyes, but the smile didn't leave his face. Idiot He thought. There was silence for a few heartbeats before he couldn't take it anymore.

He sighed, running his fingers through his hair. Jesus this was difficult. It was so hard to look at him and see the mistake he made in leaving. It was so hard to look at him and not want to grab him by the shoulders, pull him close, and kiss him. He wanted to pour all the words he couldn't seem to say into that kiss. But it wasn't going to happen so instead, he turned his eyes to his love, full of guilt, hurt, love, and apologies, and said, "Jesus, Alex. I-There are no--No--There aren't enough words that exist in this world that I could use to tell you..." He looked up at him from under his eyelashes, unable to make direct eye contact. It made him a coward, but at least he could get the words out. "To tell you that I'm sorry. To tell you that I was wrong." He laughed ruefully, "I was so wrong to leave. And I know there's no way you can find it it you to forgive me." He rubbed his face with his hands. Jesus. I'm so selfish. All I can think about right. Now. Is how badly I want to kiss you. But that's not-" He finally looked up, a small shimmer in his eyes. "That's not how it works. Look if you can find it in you to forgive me, that's all I ask for. If you can't.. Understand. I'm a dick and I messed up. And I'm sorry."

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They were running late. Though it really shouldn't have been a surprise considering Sage was knocked out drunk from smiley face blue pill and Captain Morgan rum combination. Jasper of course had been the one to clean her up though he did give her a rude awakening with a surprise cold shower which ended with Sage waking up swinging like she did every time he did this to her. Sage hated this but Jasper did mean well. She hardly ever slept and it was a miracle she managed to get more sleep than Jasper. She did comply when Jasper told her to get ready since she was sober for the time being to know that the events leading up to today had been tough on her younger brother.

It'd been a long couple nights for Jasper. He'd been booked by his Madam to accompany and older and distinguished gentleman for the evening. It wasn't entirely bad. He preferred his older customers with deeper pockets since they always seemed to spoil him and tip well. The man took him out for the night to attend a business type gathering which wasn't Jasper's first. He'd been shown off like a piece of arm candy so the man wouldn't appear single and finished the night off with his usual duties for his customer that always enjoyed booking him for such events. Once his job was finished, he went home at an ungodly hour that was normal in the city of New York before Sage as always since she was out partying and taking God knows what with her 'friends'.

The next day, Jasper had taken the liberty of packing for him and his older sister before heading to his school to inform his teachers of his short absence. He finished his day off by informing his Madam of his departure and getting a bonus of sorts by doing what he does best... Sleeping with her. The two had a rather inappropriate relationship between boss and employee. Jasper wasn't a fan of it but it gave him extra money in his pocket for the trip. Sage of course spent her time drinking and stealing from his stash of dope before Jasper got home to slip a sleeping pill into the drink he poured for her just so she'd hopefully pass out and make the flight back home peaceful and it worked.

After arguing back and forth over how to dress for the funeral, Jasper finally gave up and let Sage show up with him at the funeral in their expensive rental car. Jasper was dressed formally his own stylish flare added to it while Sage showed up wearing a not so appropriate t shirt and jeans with a flannel over it and a beanie to cover her wet hair that probably hasn't been washed for a week. They came in quietly... Well, Jasper did while Sage stumbled in having to grip her brother's arm to steady herself thanks to the drinks she was sneaking from her flask in her back pocket.

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Lina was never good with names but she somehow managed to always remember the names of people she has seen around a lot so when Flora approached them she had no trouble remembering her name. Which is saying something because even now Lina can't remember half of the names of the kids she had class with. "We're doing okay," Lina answered for herself and Gemma with a slight smile and nod. A greeting to Flora.

Lina would have liked to at least greet Flora properly but something kept pulling her attention away form the girl and that was Dettie. Something about felt off. Her smile fell and it was replaced by a questioning gaze. Some may say it was more of a glare but it wasn't. For anyone who knows Lina they would know that that expression meant that something felt off to her. Something she had to think or wonder about. That look hadn't lasted for more than a couple of seconds though as Lina was brought back into the conversation, choosing not to respond to Dettie's moving on statement.

Lina nudged Gemma softly, smiling. "Yeah, I was actually thinking about doing something like that myself. Now we can do it all together." she agreed, unconsciously managing to intertwine her fingers with Gem's. For a split second though, something caught her eye in the crowd. Well, two somethings. Two heads that sported brown hair, hair that she knew all too well. One belonged to her favorite cousin in the world that she hasn't seen in about a month and the other belonged to her lovable idiot, Jasper. With a new feeling running through her, excitement Lina almost leaped out of her chair. "Uhm, hey Gem wanna go greet some old friends?" even though they were mostly her friends, Lina didn't want to leave Gemma behind because she didn't know how she'd fare by herself. She knew seeing Dettie was harder on her than it was on herself but Lina was the type to always push her own feelings to the back of her head in order to focus her attention on someone who needed it.

Looking back at Dettie, Lina adjusted her blazer and licked her lips since they felt a bit dry. "Want to join us?" Lina's eyebrow rose questioningly. Somewhere deep down she hoped that Dettie would say yes but at the same time she didn't hold her expectations that high. Of course the invitation wasn't just for her though, it was also for Cas and Flora. She would be okay if they didn't but happy if they did.

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Flora was feeling better already. Sitting alone was just making her sadder, and the company had helped her ignore the whispers, too.

That said, the tension was palpable. Clearly there was some history between Gemma, Lina, and Dettie that Flora wasn't aware of. She felt a bit awkward for getting in the middle of whatever it was, but she decided not to mention it.

When Dettie suggested going out as a group, Flora smiled, her earlier discomfort forgotten.

"That sounds great. I'd love to catch up."

This was good. It was an opportunity to reconnect with people she wasn't close to in high school. Flora really regretted pushing everyone away as a kid, and she jumped at the chance to make up for that.

Plus, she didn't have many friends as it was.

She noticed Jasper and Sage entering and decided to join Lina and Gemma in greeting them.

"Sure, I'll come."

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A weight felt lifted from her shoulders as Lina agreed to Dettie's get together in honor of Lisa. Gemma wasn't 100% sure that was the real reasoning behind it, but it would be nice all the same.. Wouldn't it? She smiled at the group before her, a bigger and more genuine smile now that some of her stress and anxiety had eased. "Sounds like a plan, Alphie." She tried not to look down as Lina's fingers wove through hers and she felt something inside her shift. She paid it little mind though. Instead, her eyes focused on Dettie--on Alphie. She could say it now. In fact, she had almost without thinking. Maybe things could work out for the better afterall... couldn't it? "Also, we need to invite Callum."

Lina suddenly jumped up, pulling Gemma from her chair. She followed her friend's eyes and found her staring at two heads off in the distance. Both she recognized, but she hadn't interacted much with either of them. One was Lina's family, though and it was about time that she talk to him. If anything, she may finally have more friends than just Lina. Not that she needed more friends... Moving on.

Gemma nodded to Lina before taking one last glance at the group before them, her eyes lingering on Dettie for a heartbeat before she looked down to the ground. She could call her Alphie, but she couldn't make extended eye contact. Great. "Sure thing. You guys coming?"

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Cas laughed a bit as he turned towards the group of females near him. He actually wasn't paying attention, his eyes were drifting to the door, and over to Callum and Alex. He wanted to talk to him, they hadn't been close since Alex and he talked in high school. But then again that was before Alex had his breakdown over whatever it was. He hadn't really known. He wanted to talk to Alex, and see how things were. "Um...Dettie yeah sure. I'll see ya later Tink, Flora, Lina, Gemma. I gotta go ask something. Gonna invite Alex." he spoke as he started to head that way. His eyebrow raised as he heard the last bit

".....way you want me." ignoring it. Castiel kind of awkwardly spoke towards Alex. "Hey Alex....Callum. I was wondering if after this you guys wanted to go do something with the girls and I..... he spoke, pausing when the thought popped in his head. Nice going, just make it sound like you're a fucking female. he thought before he would continue to speak and place his hand behind on his neck and give a nervous look before words blurted from his mouth.

".....was interrupting something wasn't I? I was just wondering if you guys wanted to catch up. Sorry that I interrupted you." his face heated up in a blush as he would rub his neck and smile a bit more.

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Dettie could hardly keep herself from sagging in relief. If Lina or Gemma had turned her down she wasn't sure what to do. 'Cool. We'll hash out the plan later.' Maybe she could do this? Gemma had used her old nickname, causing Dettie's face to light up. Things were going well.

Then her lifeline slipped from her fingers. Cas ran off, leaving Dettie stranded with her two ex's and a women, who she'd admit was attractive, that she didn't know all that well. She knew he needed closure as much as she did, but still, Dettie had evoked bestfriend code.

Honestly. Men.

She tugged a strand off hair behind her ear and tried her best not to act nervous. 'I can't interupt Cas now. So yeah, I'll go with you guys.' Her sunglasses slipped down a bit as she gazed at the interlocked fIngers of Lina and Gemma. A few years ago that would of been her.

Dettie cleared her throat and put her sunglasses back in their place. 'Lead the way ladies.'

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Having all the girls agree had put a pep in Lina's step as she made her way over to Gavin and Jasper who really weren't that far away form each other. "Gavin, Jasper!" she called out, quietly, still keeping in mind that she was at a funeral. Upon approaching them Lina noticed that she was still holding onto Gemma's hand and in a way that made her just nervous now so she quickly let go but not in a rude way or so she tried to pull off. A figure next to Jasper caught her eye but at the same time. It was his older sister and freshmen puppy crush Sage.

Lina let a gentle smile cross her features. She knew how Gavin felt about funerals and anything that had to with death so he was the first one that she hugged. She pulled him into a big embrace, one that was sure to comfort him even if a little. After pulling away Lina smirked slightly towards Jasper while looking him up and down. "You've become one snazzy bastard Jasp."

Noticing Gavin's tie being a bit too tight Lina reached out and adjusted it so it wouldn't choke her dear cousin out. "I think you should come to me next time you deiced to wear a suit." Lina tried to lighten the mood a bit but she couldn't help but to let a sad smile replace the old one. Her eyes wandered back over to Sage who she couldn't manage to even speak to at the moment and just waved. "So," she paused glancing over to the coffin that made her feel uneasy. "How are you guys doing..?"

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Gavin looked up in time to see his favorite cousin striding towards him. He stood grinning, and opened his arms for the embrace he knew would come. It felt good to see her. If only Patty was here.

She took a step back, allowing him to get a good look at her. Lina looked good. Better. He was an only child and Lina was the closest thing he had to a sister. He couldn't help being just a bit protective over her.

He brushed off her suit comment. 'I'm a grown man Lina-Mae.' His eyes twinkled in a way they haven't for a long time. 'I've been catching your music when I can. Patty and I love it.'

Gavin grinned and let out a breath. While Lina was busy waving to some girl he gazed at her companions. There was Gemma, Callum's sister. Gavin remembered her. A sweet girl. Then Dettie. Gavin knew more than he'd care to admit about her. He wasn't too fond of seeing the girl that gave up being with his cousin.

Then, the other girl. She looked vaguely familiar though Gavin couldn't put a name to her face. Shrugging he turned back to Lina. 'I'm doing okay Lina. It's hard being here cause, well you know. But it's good it see old friends again.

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Gemma walked with Lina towards the others. At one point, Lina had let go of her hand and she suddenly felt like she was moonwalking without a tether. She shook it off and continued their trek to Gavin, Jasper, and Sage. Sage and Gemma used to be friends. Not the best of friends, but not total strangers. Gemma gave a small wave to the group and a soft smile. There was something.. off about Sage. She wasn't... focusing? Her eyes seemed to be everywhere, but nowhere. She heard the change in Lina's voice as she talked to her cousin and she looked over to find her staring back at the coffin. There was an uneasy set to her shoulders.

She gave her friend a faint smile and turned to Sage. "Hey, Sage." She said. "How've you been?" She gave a soft nod to Jasper in greeting. He used to spend some time with Callum and Alex, but she wasn't sure if they were friends or just mutual acquaintances. Most people gravitated towards Alex. Callum was his eternal shadow. Based on how her brother had looked at Alex, at some point that had changed and they had gone their separate ways.

She searched the room for him now and she felt her heart get a little lighter in her chest. They were talking. There was hope after all. Maybe there was hope for her and Dettie? Cas was walking up to them now after leaving the group. It was obvious he was interrupting something. Something important, but Gemma couldn't quite tell what. Callum wasn't paying him any attention. Instead his gaze was hard on Alex's. Like he was searching for something.

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He knew that he'd said he'd go, but now, he was regretting that. The memorial service had exhausted him enough as was. The thought of having to deal with any more people was exhausting him enough as it was. He'd asked Callum to pick him up, but his phone had died at exactly the same moment he'd decided that. And now his phone was taking ages to turn back on. Callum would probably be here before Alex even got around to texting him. Just perfect. He'd hardly moved from the bed except to retrieve his sketchpad from his backpack that was acting as a storage for everything that wasn't clothes. The room wasn't that untidy, but it certainly wasn't an image of cleanliness. Paper scattered the floor where he'd ripped out pages that he hadn't been happy with. He couldn't put what he wanted to onto paper, and that was frustrating him a little. So, eventually, he'd just decided to start attempting to catch up on some sleep and pretend that everything that was happening... wasn't.

Callum took a deep breath as he stuck the key into the ignition of his 2011 Ford Bronco and turned it. The engine revved to life, growling hungrily for the open road. He reached out an pat the dashboard. "Sorry, pal. No roadtrips just yet. We have to go get Alex." He eyed the camera bag he had sitting in the shadows of his trunk and thought he should take it to the outing. Get pictures of Gemma, Lina... Alex.

He shook his hand and put the car in drive. He wasn't sure he wanted Alex to know about his new hobby. Not until he was any good at it. Alex was always incredibly talented art wise. Callum couldn't even draw a straight line to save his life. Even his hearts looked strange. He occasionally watched his phone as the GPS guided him to the hotel Alex was staying in. Guilt ate at the lining of his heart as he waited. It got to the point that Callum groaned and put his face in his hands, regret pressing down on his shoulders like weights. If only he had stayed. If only he had tried harder... but he had tried. He had done everything he could think of, everything the internet said to do, but Alex wouldn't listen. But he recovered, right? Yeah because you leaving pushed him over the edge. Callum stuck a hand out to lay into the horn and remembered at the last second that he was outside a hotel and not Alex's house. The car gave a soft honk causing head to turn in his direction. He lifted his hands apologetically and sat back in his seat with a sigh. He grabbed his phone from its mount on the dashboard and typed out:

Dude, we're going to be late Erased it. Wrote You gonna come down before I grow old and die alone?. Erased it. He groaned. Why was this so hard? He apologized. Alex knew how sorry he was. Maybe it was that Alex hadn't exactly said he had forgiven him. And Alex hadn't specified just what... they were exactly. Everytime his mind reverted back to before, it felt too easy. He needed to tone it down, but toned down didn't make him Callum. He tried again.

O prince up in his tower high cometh down lest we beest late for the ball. or I kicketh the bucket of old age. Sent.

The first Alex knew of his phone turning on was when it buzzed with a text. He rolled over, retrieving the phone. His stomach squeezed on seeing Callum's name. He read the text, a small smile crossing his lips at the message, but guilt stole it from his face.

Sorry, dude, really not feeling up to it. It was too brief, but what else could he say? Elaborate on his depression? Say how he'd just spent the whole afternoon asleep or drawing or staring at the ceiling? It wasn't necessary, so he wasn't going to share. He wasn't going to guilt-trip Callum. He felt bad enough for bailing on him.

Below, Callum's phone gives a happy chirp as his phone received a message. Despite the sounds, Callum's face wasn't happy. He opened the message and he sighed. He rubbed his eyes with his thumb and forefinger and reread the message. Was it because of him? Because he was the one giving Alex a ride? Maybe he could text Cas... No. If they were going to fix things. It was going to be Callum. But that didn't mean Callum wouldn't offer.

Come on, Man. Don't do this. Is it me? I can text Cas if that would help. He was completely oblivious to the real reason for Alex's sudden distance of the situation, but he felt that if Alex didn't come down, Callum might never see him again. The ache for the open road was already settling in his chest. He wasn't sure how long he could stay in this stupid little town that held so many secrets. He also wasn't sure which window was Alex's but he stared up into him as if willing his friend--his love if he was being honest--to look down. Rapunzel, Rapunzel, look out your tower. See the prince waiting for... many an hour?" He groaned. Poetry was never his strong suit.

He was watching his phone for the reply, knowing that it probably wasn't going to just be a simple reply. And, sure enough, when he read the message, he just ran a hand down his face. He couldn't even send a freaking text without hurting anybody.

No, it's not you. This morning just took it out of me, you know? He sent, staring at the screen and reading Callum's last message. He just wanted to see Callum face to face again. Here, they could talk it out again. They could talk it out in private.

This tower of mine has a lift, if you want to talk face to face. Third floor, room 347. He sent, locking his phone, but staying staring at the screen.

Callum was muttering about his lack of social skills under his breath as he waited for a reply. As soon as his phone chirped, he quickly unlocked it and read the message. His eyes read the words slowly at first and then reread them before practically jumping from his car and made his way inside. It took everything in him not to run to the elevator. As he waited, he typed a reply:

I suppose I can brave that metal beast. I better get a kiss at the top." No. No no. He erased that last part and just sent: I suppose I can brave that metal beast. They just started talking again. No need to fuck it up with his failure of a flirt. He bounced on his toes as the metal doors slowly slid open and he practically hopped inside. It was completely empty so he didn't need to worry about bothering people with his fidgeting.

The doors slid open again on the third floor and he quickly made his way to room 347. He found it and lifted his hand to knock. And dropped it. Stop being a baby He lifted his hand again, took a deep breath and knocked. He let one word escape his lips, a whisper that sounded like a shout in the quiet hall, "Alex?"

Callum's reply made him smile a little, and his eyes shifted from the screen of his phone to the door. A few moments later, the knock came. He got to his feet, casting an eye over the room. It suddenly seemed ridiculously untidy, but there wasn't much he could do about it. So he just ran a hand through his hair, and opened the door. "Hey," he said, standing back to let Callum in. "Sorry about the mess, I just... I meant to tidy up, but then I fell asleep and... yeah," he said, shrugging. God, this was so much more awkward than he'd imagined.

Callum's heart jumped when the door swung open revealing a lightly disheveled Alex. He looked like he had been sleeping before Callum had texted him. He stepped inside, his eyes sweeping about the room. It was a mess, but it wasn't any worse than the back of his Bronco. "Hey, don't sweat it. You should see the back of my truck." Was it a truck? It was definitely bigger than a car. It felt powerful like a truck... he was sticking with truck. "But what's with all the paper?" He knocked a wad of crumpled paper across the floor with his foot, landing next to a pile of shoes and a backpack bursting with clothes.

He smiled at Callum's response. They'd never been the tidiest pair, and it was kind of comforting to know that some things never changed. "Just... drawings that weren't going to work out. I was getting frustrated, hence why they're flung... literally all over the room," he admitted, running his hand through his hair again. He sighed. "Sorry for backing out, dude, I just... Like I said, I've been asleep all afternoon, and I still don't have the energy to go out and try and deal with people again. I'm just... constantly tired lately," he said. It wasn't a lie. He was telling the truth, and praying that Callum wasn't going to question it.

Callum smirked. Everything about Alex was still so... Alex it was almost like he had never left. Like Alex hadn't fallen deeper and deeper into a pit. Almost. He tried to smile more, echo his friend's from before, but it was forced and weak so he dropped it. "You alright? It sounds like you need caffeine, dude. Not more sleep." Not that he had said he would be doing more sleep. "Plus being around people might be good for you." He wasn't sure he could go if Alex didn't. He pushed the thought down. It was selfish and not how he needed to think to get Alex back.

Was he alright? That was the million dollar question. Alex just forced a grin. "Caffeine doesn't help all that much, to be honest. Trust me, I've tried." God, everything felt so forced with him. All he wanted was to sleep and everything else was just forced, just a mask to get him through life. "And I don't know- I was fine until I went out this morning and then bam, exhaustion. Do you really want me falling asleep on you?" He asked, half jokingly. Considering everything they'd been through, this felt... all wrong. Like small talk and nothing more, all while they pretended it was fine. When it wasn't.

Callum nodded as he listened, thinking of anyway to help his love--his friend. "Sounds like you're not getting enough sleep." He looked up at Alex, his eyes worried. "Do you want to talk about it? About what happened? I mean either between us, or rehab, or whatever. Sometimes.. talking helps." How many times had he heard those words from Gemma as he shut her own, too afraid to tell her of his business... of what Alex really meant to him. He chuckled again. "I mean, if you did fall asleep on me, it's not like I would mind."

Alex decided against saying that he was sleeping ten, eleven, twelve hours a night, and then napping during the day. According to his therapist, that was normal, and that it would pass as he recovered. But that wasn't happening just yet. Probably because he wasn't sticking to all of her advice.

He shook his head as Callum asked if he wanted to talk. "I... I don't know if I can. I'm still trying to get my own head around it. Coming back here, seeing everyone..." Seeing Callum... "It's all kinda brought up the memories and the feelings and... I can't deal with it right now, Callum. Especially because the only thing that brought us here is someone dying." It could have been him. It was only luck, really, that he was still alive.

Callum took a step towards Alex, sick at the lost look on his face. "Nothing is going to happen to us, Alex. What happened to Lisa was an accident." He took a deep breath. "You're getting help right? What does your.. doctor? Therapist say?"

Alex didn't know what he wanted to do. Step closer to Callum? Step away? He wanted to both, but he didn't want to do either. So he stayed where he was, ignoring the sudden pressure on his chest. He didn't want to talk about this. He didn't want to talk about his problems, not to Callum.

"It's just... standard for a recovering addict. She says that if I wasn't an addict, I'd probably be on meds, but that she thinks I'd resort to abusing them." He wasn't going to say the word. Depression. He didn't want pity, he just wanted Callum to leave so he could go back to sleep and forget that it had ever happened and just... not leave the room until he was flying back. He wasn't going to tell Callum, but he agreed with the therapist. If anyone handed him anything stronger than paracetamol, he'd be downing it in the hope of taking the edge off.

At the word "addict" Callum winced. He feared Alex had been that bad. In fact, he knew it was true, but didn't want to accept it. Without permission, a memory surfaced. Alex's eyes wide and distant as he talked about whatever his drug addled brain was thinking. At first, Callum laughed with him. Even considered joining him if he wasn't thinking about how much Gemma would kill him. Then things went downhill quickly. Their inventory was depleting more rapidly than they could sell it and Callum, for a long time, refused to believe Alex was dipping into the stash. He had been wrong. He agreed with the therapist. He wasn't going to say it though. "Alex, you need to get out of this room. Some fresh air, some laughs. Then you can come here and crash or... He paused, his brain crying out Don't do it! "You could come back to the motel with me. Crash there. That way you're not alone." And I'm not alone anymore.

No. No, Callum wasn't getting it. He couldn't actually face it. The thought of heading out to a party, where everyone else would be talking about how great their life was and how they'd gotten everything they'd wanted. And then they'd look at him and he'd either have to tell more lies or tell the truth and deal with their pity and their general disappointment. He didn't want to deal with any of them. He wanted Callum to stay here with him and just chill and forget about the outside world and all their problems, but Callum wasn't going to let him do that. Callum sounded like his freaking therapist, preaching to him when he had no idea what he was going through.

He took a step back, running a hand through his hair. Being back here, having Callum talking to him like this- it was like he was back then, back when he'd either be high or so painfully sober, when everyone was telling him what to do and what was right for him when they had no idea what he needed. "No, Callum, I can't." He couldn't even say any more than that. He couldn't elaborate. He could feel the frustration starting to build already, but ignored it, trying to suppress it. If there was one person he didn't want to lose his temper with, it was Callum.

Callum froze. He knew that look. The fear that only disappeared when he was shorting shit or shooting up. He took a step back. He needed to fix it. How could he fix it? He looked around the room, trying to think of something quick. Before Alex exploded and the radiation would hit him right in the chest. He kicked a ball of paper when he took a step back and an idea snapped into place. "Show me what you're working on?" He wasn't sure how Alex would react to the change of topic. He knew Alex probably thought he was probing and being an ass and he would rather face his reaction to that request than make the gap between them bigger. He still wished he had the strength--and permission that's very important--to cross the room and kiss him. His hands shook with the need, but he stuffed them in his pockets.

Alex forced himself to take a deep breath. And another. He was fine. He was okay. He wasn't going to have to leave just yet. Callum wasn't leaving. He nodded once at Callum's request. Then again as he moved back to the bed, retrieving the sketchpad from the bedside locker. Another deep breath. He flicked through the sketchpad, landing on the draft he was happiest with. His therapist had been encouraging him to put what he was feeling onto paper, but Alex had never been good with words. So he drew. Sometimes he just drew what was in front of him. But he drew more than that too.

He sat down on the bed, staring at the drawing. His mind picked out the flaws and he wanted to rip it up. But instead, he looked up at Callum, forced a smile, and patted the bed beside him. He looked back down at the drawing, trying to see it for what it was. He'd never seen the Grim Reaper as a bad spirit. Somebody who was just trying to do what he was supposed to, but who was portrayed as evil for that. He wondered if the Grim Reaper was an outcast too. So he'd drawn the Grim Reaper in human form. Hollow, gaunt cheeks, but bright eyes that shone from even beneath his cloak. Hands that could carry a human as easy as they could take their hand. Like him but also nothing like him. He slid it across to Callum.

Callum waited. For and explosion. For a smle. When he didn't get either, he still considered the diversion a success. He watched as Alex pulled a sketchpad from the bed and began to flip through the pages. He waited until he was given the okay to cross the room and sat beside Alex. There was a small forced smile that reminded him of all the times Alex smiled apologetically after a bad episode. He gave a small smile back, just as he would before and took the picture. His jaw dropped. It was obvious it was modeled a little after Alex, but at the same time it was a totally different person. Not a person but a concept: The Grim Reaper.

The detail was amazing, though. Almost like a photograph. He brushed his fingers over the page, careful not to smudge it. He could feel where Alex had erased and reworked the picture, the dents from pressing harder with the pencil. He closed his eyes for a moment and pictured Alex working. He had seen his work in the past, but had definitely improved. And Callum couldn't help but be proud of him. He opened his eyes and grinned. "This is crazy good, Alex. You've gotten so much better." He looked up at Alex. "Not that you've needed to improve."

The smile that Callum's compliment produced was the first fully real smile that Alex had smiled in a while. "Thanks. Drawing is a great way to avoid my family," he said, shrugging a little. Was that too personal? No, not really. Callum had seen and heard all of his problems. This wasn't anything new.

"Listen, Callum, I'm sorry. Coming back and seeing everyone and... seeing you. It's tough. You know as well as I do that I could never really deal with my emotions all that well in the first place, and I've kinda got to learn to deal with it all over again. I get angry a lot and I get anxious a lot and... I'm afraid of losing everyone again," he admitted, not making eye contact. "I'm afraid of losing you again," he added, more quietly. "So a lot of the time I just feel like... it's better not to get close to begin with." God, his therapist was going to be proud of him when she heard what he was about to say. "But... it's not the same with you. I want things to go back to the way they were. I'm not easy to deal with, though, so if you don't want to... I understand." Wow, not only had he made a decision on what he wanted, he'd also admitted to it. He was on a roll.

Callum beamed when he saw Alex's smile. His real smile. "We all have our escapes." he replied with a shrug similar to Alex's. He saw the change in Alex right before he spoke and he listened, his full attention on him. He felt heat rise to his face when he said I'm afraid of losing you again. When he finished, Callum opened his mouth to speak, but nothing came out. The words hadn't formed yet, they were still lost in the words Alex had spoken.

His face heated and he stammered a bit, trying to get the words out. "I--You mean--We--" he took a deep breath. "Back to how things were, how?" He tilted his head slightly to the side, his eyes soft. His heart pounded in his chest in hopes of hearing what he needed to hear.

It was unusual that Alex could talk when Callum couldn't. Maybe the therapy was working after all. As he watched him, he was reminded exactly why he'd said what he had. He was tired of trying to deny it to himself. He still loved Callum, as much as he'd tried to persuade himself otherwise. So at Callum's question, he leaned across to kiss him.

Callum's pulse thundered in his ears as he waited for Alex to answer. Please Please Please It sang. Alex's blue eyes grew intense in a way that Callum recognized and before Alex even moved, he had his answer. He leaned forward as well, his hand coming up to cup Alex's cheek softly, his thumb gliding across his cheek bone. He paused, only for a moment, building the tension and then his lips met Alex's. It was as soft and warm as he remembered, this time without the tingling of drugs burning through Alex's veins. He held himself back from being too forceful--too passionate. Not for fear of hurting Alex, but so he could speak. He needed to make sure Alex understood something if they were to move forward.

"Alex," he whispered as he pulled back slightly, laying his forehead against Alex's. "I need you to understand something." He looked up into those blue eyes that held him captive since the day they met. "I meant what I said back at Lisa's..." he didn't finish it. Death had no place in their conversation. So instead he went around the word. "I'm not going anywhere. If you want me, you have me. I've learned what it's like to not have you and I don't want to taste that life again. I made a mistake and I'm sorry, but if you're taking me back. I'm not letting you go. I will always be here for you. In the way I never was before." He leaned his head down, his lips just barely touching Alex's. "I love you, Alex Holmes."

It was everything he had been waiting and hoping for. Everything he had remembered. His skin tingled where Callum touched it, like static electricity. Even when Callum pulled away, resting his forehead against Alex's, Alex could still feel the electricity. His hand rested around the back of Callum's neck, and he couldn't stop himself from smiling, even as Callum met his eyes. The idea of having Callum all to himself, without fear of losing him... Alex wasn't so scared any more. Having Callum this close made everything feel a little better.

"Good," he replied. "Because you're not getting rid of me," he said. At Callum's words, his smile just grew. "And I love you, Callum Wilcox," he said, before closing the slight distance between them to kiss Callum again. He'd forgotten how much he'd missed it. It was almost exactly like everything his doctor had told him to avoid, because it would just get him hooked again. And she was exactly right.

He pulled away, but not too far. He couldn't remember the last time he'd grinned this much. "Well, haven't we got a party to go to? I think I'll just about be able to manage it now that I have you," he said.

Callum felt heat running through his veins at Alex's kiss. He heard his words echoing in his ears. His heart was racing--fluttering really--in his chest. He desperately wished he had his camera so he could take a picture of this moment and hold onto it forever. There was a tingling sensation on the skin of his neck and his lips. Pretty much wherever his body met Alex's. When Alex pulled back he felt a grin take form on his face. The chuckle that bubbled up from his core was practically a giggle. He was drunk on Alex's kisses and high on his touch. How could Alex have prefered drugs to the feeling of this?

He looked up at his love from under his eyelashes, the action more effective now that he wore contacts instead of his glasses. "Party? What party?" he asked huskily. He chuckled again, laying his forehead against Alex's shoulder. "Man the party. I almost forgot about it. You really want to go?"

As Callum leaned his head against Alex's shoulder, Alex rested his head against Callum's. He'd missed being this close to somebody. Not just sex, just having this kind of physical contact. Just being near somebody like this. He ran a hand through Callum's hair as he talked about the party. "Well, we both said we were going," he said. "And I don't particularly want to have to try and answer the questions of what we did while we weren't there," he teased.

Callum closed his eyes, reveling in the feel of Alex's fingers in his hair. It was comforting and the warmth of being near him was making him sleepy. Alex's teasing snapped him out of the feeling. Callum growled and turned his head, kissing the skin of Alex's neck. "Don't tempt me." He sighed happily and pulled back. "You're right though. We said we'd be there and we should. You should change." He stood, pushing back Alex's hair from his face and giving his forehead a soft kiss. "I'll wait outside your door otherwise I might distract you and we'll never get out of here." he teased.

Once Alex was finished and had whatever he wanted to take with him, Callum took ahold of his hand, and lead him down to the Bronco where he grabbed his camera bag and set it at the space below Alex's feet. As he drove towards the gathering of old friends, he had one hand on the wheel and one hand intertwined with Alex's fingers. He smiled to himself and turned on the radio, singing along to whatever song was playing for the millionth time.

The feeling of Callum's lips on his neck sent shivers down his spine again. But then Callum pulled away, and Alex sighed a little, grinning at the forehead kiss and gentle tease. He changed quickly, the change of clothes helping him to feel somewhat normal again. He couldn't believe how well things had gone. He'd pictured an argument, him exploding at Callum over something small... and it had gone the opposite. It had gone exactly as he'd wanted it to go. That didn't seem to happen all that much.

The drive to the pre-arranged spot was just as good. He couldn't remember the last time he'd felt this... peaceful. Callum's fingers in his, Callum singing along to the radio... He wanted to say it was like the old days, but it wasn't. In the old days, he'd either be high and singing along with Callum or babbling about something strange, or trying to recover from a hangover or general low, when he wanted to ask Callum to stop singing, because he had a headache, but didn't, because he didn't want to let Callum know how bad he was feeling.

He got out of the car, taking the supplies he'd picked up on his way back from the service with him. It was only a short walk to the site, but it looked like everyone else was already there. "Sorry we're late, guys. My ten minute nap turned into a few hours."

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The service went well, meaning Flora only cried twice, her makeup only ran a little bit, and she mostly managed to ignore the whispers telling her that everyone hated her and they were only being nice because they pitied her. All in all, a relative success.

On the walk back to the hotel room, she felt uncomfortably exposed, like everyone she passed on the street could somehow tell she had been crying. The thought kind of made her want to cry again. She cranked up the volume of the music in her ears.

"Nope. Nope. No, don't do that. Wait 'til you're back at the hotel."

By the time she got back to her room, Flora had stopped feeling bad, thankfully. She disconnected her headphones and played her music out loud while she changed into something more casual and fixed her makeup. She grabbed her backpack and filled it with what she might need. Just the essentials: the obvious food and drinks, a sci-fi novel, her trusty notebook, and her favorite framed moth, to look at in case she started feeling anxious. She occupied herself afterwards by fishing another book out of her suitcase and opening up to where she last left off.

For a while, she was alright. Then, her tattoo started talking to her.

"You killed her. They all know you did."
"Shut up. That's impossible."
She didn't say that out loud. She wasn't that far gone.
"How do you know?"
"Oh, how do I know? Well, for starters, I was miles away!"
"I'm just saying, it's not like you can be sure where you've been. You know, because you're so crazy."

She sighed and turned her attention back to her book, ignoring the cruel laughter.

When the time came to leave for the party, Flora was a bit nervous. The whispers continued to wear her down the whole time she was trying to relax. Her mind was flooded with warnings, predictions, omens.

She boarded the bus on her way to the campsite reminding herself that it's just her mind trying to scare her. She put on the happiest, most positive song she could think of and resolutely ignored the twist in her gut.

She had almost managed to calm herself down by the time she got to the party, but her nerves flared up anew when she actually saw her old classmates again.

She managed to give a bright (fake) smile and a cheery hello before she sat down by the fire.

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Dettie should of expected this. Cas and Ellie never got along, something about a boy probably. Honestly Dettie thought they'd be good friends if they would just talk. 'El.' She said, watching Cas walk off. 'Let's saving the verbal war for later alright? I'd rather just enjoy your company. I'm sure you've been busy. Everyone here is more interesting than me. I work in a garage. What about you?'

Anything thay would of been said what cut off by the ringing of a phone. Dettie groaned. That ring tone was picked only for her aunt, the most annoying women in the world. The women only agreed to let Dettie come back here if she'd always answer her calls. She held up a finger to Ellie, an apologetic look in her eyes.

She took a step to the side and answered the phone. 'Hey Aunt Martha. I'm kinda busy, catching up with old friends and such. What's up?'

'Alphonsine.'

Well shit. Her aunt wasn't the kindest person in the world, but atleast she tried to take care of Dettie. She had never used her full name after Dettie asked her to use her nickname. A little worried now she chuckled. 'Auntie M? Is something the matter?'

There was sniffing on the other end of the phone. 'It's Rose.

'My mom?' Now Dettie was confused. Marta didn't talk about her sister much anymore.

'Alphonsine. Sweetie.' Oh god. Pet names? Something was majorly wrong. Her aunt was so quiet now Dettie could hardly hear her. 'Your mother died. She had a heart attack last night.'

Oh.

Dettie blinked once, twice. She hadn't seen her mother in six years, since she went to prison for what Dettie had done. She loved her mother very much, but seeing her was painful. Yes the women took the blame so Dettie could be free, but all those years of abuse and her mother never tried to stop it. She'd only patch Dettie up and whisper that it would get better. Her father would get sober and they'd be a good family. Yet the next day she'd get beaten again and all her mother would do is watch.

But still. Now she was dead. She died alone in prison and it was all Dettie's fault. Her voice was much softer than it had been in a while when she spoke again. 'Thank you Aunt Martha. I won't be going home early. I'll need to make plans for her. Bye.'

'Alphonsine wa-!' Dettie turned her phone off and stuff it in her pocket. Her eyes, looking slightly glazed, trailed over the camp. She didn't cry. Shouldn't she be crying? Or at least be sad. Instead Dettie didn't really feel anything.

Dettie stepped forward and sat heavily down in a chair. Hands clinched she stared at the fire and muttered one strained word.

'Shit.'

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Lina nodded silently and watched Gemma leave her side, heading over towards Alphie. Lina knew she compete. There was a part of her that felt as if these feelings for Gemma were wrong for the simple fact that she liked her ex's, ex? If that was even a thing. But Alphie was all Gemma could see and Lina couldn't help but to feel that little sting in her chest.

Setting all of the things they brought by the fire pit she looked around to see that most of the gang was here, conversating and all that good stuff but Gavin was nowhere in sight. Whipping out her phone she sent a text to him asking him where he was and if he needed a ride.

Patty was fussy today. Gavin had meant to leave about ten minutes ago, but she wouldn't relent. Even her favorite stuffed animal wouldn't calm her down.

He was at his wits end when his phone beeped. With Patty sitting on his lap he pulled his phone out, sparing a quick glance at the name. At once he smiled. Getting a text or call from his favorite cousin always managed to lift his mood. She asked if he needed a ride and Gavin sighed in relief. He couldn't really spend any more money on a taxi. He texted her back, saying yes he did need a ride and please bring Patty a treat so she'd calm down.

Right after sending the text Lina went over to Ellie and greeted her but right as she was about to take a seat her phone vibrated in her pocket. She took it out and read the text sent from her cousin. Smiling she sent him an okie-dokie and a smiley face. Nudging Ellie, Lina smiled at her. "Hey Ellie, do me a favorite? If Gemma asks tell her I went to pick up Gavin okay? I'll be back in about ten." pecking her friend on the cheek Lina got up and headed towards her car, taking one last glance back at Gem who was talking to a distraught looking Alphie.

The air from her open window made Lina's hair dance wildly. She was playing one of her favorite songs from Andy Grammer, a new one in fact and was feeling pretty good. Maybe it was the fact that she got to spend some quality time with her cousin? Even if it was a just ride. Maybe it was because she was going to get to see her favorite little girl in the whole wide world? Okay maybe it was both of those things. About seven minutes into the ride Lina spotted the old convenient store where she use to buy snacks at when coming home from school.

Memories came flooding back and one of them happened to be when her and her little brother entered the store to get a popsicle. Andy was so eager that he accidentally knocked over a whole shelf of things. Without money to pay for those damaged items they both ran out of the store. Lina managed to toss the money for the popsicles onto the counter before running out but they laughed the rest of the way home.

Smiling to herself Lina stopped at the store real quick. She looked around and saw the same popsicles that she had once loved. Deciding to try them again she picked up three. A green one for herself, a blue one for Gavin and a red one for Patty. After she paid for them Lina was back on her way, pulling up to Gavin's house eight minutes later and knocking on the front door. Hiding the small black bag behind her back.

The door opened to reveal a tired looking teenager. She opened her mouth to tell Lina off, but a redheaded blur knocked her to the side. Patty clung to her Aunts legs and a panting Gavin followed. He waved the teen off and she went mumbling into the living room. "Hey Lina." He smiled fondly at her. "Sorry about that. The baby sitter answered. She's a sweet girl but, yknow how teens are."

From below Patty squealed. "Aunt Lina! Daddy said you were coming to visit!" The girl stepped back and fixed her aunt with a suddenly angry look. "You haven't visited in ages!"

Gavin laughed and wagged a finger at Lina. "You really upset her Lina. Hope you brought peace offerings."

Lina briefly eyed the babysitter as she left, grinning towards Gavin. "I bet."

Looking down at the little thing that clung so happily to her legs Lina couldn't help but to let the biggest smile cross her lips. Seeing Patty again really made Lina happy. This little girl was like the only thing that could make her smile no matter what. Watching Patty give her that little angry look only made her cuter to Lina as she bent down onto a knee. "Yes I know, Auntie Lina was very busy my little rugrat." she pushed a piece of the girls hair behind her ear. Looking up at Gavin with that same smile for a second as he spoke.

"Hmm, I may have something." she teased. "But first I need a hug."

Patty stood there for a moment, eyeing Lina and weighting her options. Finally she seemed to deem both a bribe and visit from her Aunt worth it. "Okay!" Chirped the girl cheerily. Tiny arms wrapped around Lina's neck and Gavin took this opportunity to snap a picture.

"Aww." He cooed. "My favorite girls."

Laughing softly Lina hugged Patty back with all she could, all while being gentle of course. She stuck her tongue out at Gavin in a joking manner when he said that they were his favorite girls followed by a, "Damn right." and another short laugh. When the little girl pulled away Lina pulled the popsicles out from the bag she kept hidden behind her. Unwrapping the red one for her Lina handed Patty hers. "Look, just like the good old days right Patty? We all have one."

Giving her a kiss on the forehead Lina stood back up and handed Gavin his. "It's not as good as a cone but it will have to do until this weekend." in other words, telling him that they were going out for ice-cream this weekend and there was nothing he could do about it. Glancing at her watch it's already been a good seven minutes and the sun was getting lower and lower. "We better get going. I brought some stuff to make s'mores and I'd be damned if they ate them without us, mostly me though." she joked, unwrapping her own popsicle and taking a few licks.

Patty gasped and grabbed the popsicle with pudgy fingers. Like any child her age she began to eat it like she hadn't had a meal in weeks. Gavin sighed as he unwrapped his own. Knowing his daughter she'd get it all over her clothes. He hated doing laundry.

"Love me some ice cream." He said in response to Lina's demand they spend time together. But hey, he wouldn't fight it. He loved spending time with Lina, and so did Patty.

"Lemme just tell Patty and the sitter goodbye. Then we can go." Pop half finished Patty looked up at her father with eyes that made his heart melt. "Patty sweetie." She titled her head and Gavin realized she looked so much like her mother. Swallowing the lump in his throat he pulled her into a one armed hug. She relaxed in it, red dripping onto his shirt. Oh well.

"I'm leaving with Lina now, okay?" Patty pulled away and Gavin braced for the waterworks. Instead she just nodded, gave them both quick hugs and skipped in the living room to find the sitter. Gavin shook his head. "That girl. I swear you're the only one who can calm her down. Earlier today she wouldn't stop crying about how I was leaving her. It broke my heart and I bet she knew it. Manipulative little thing. She gets it from her mom....God I love her."

Sighing he turned back to his cousin, finally eating his own treat. "Let's hit the town Lina."

Smiling Lina took a bite of her popsicle before responding. "Awe, it's because she knows that her auntie will always bring her daddy back safe and sound." Lina gripped his shoulder in a comforting manner before turning on her heels. "Right! Off we go!" Hopping into her car, Lina revved her engine to life until it was a low purr.

On the way back to the little gathering Lina sung her heart out to anything that came on the radio. Even the songs she didn't know. She'd just make up the lyrics as she went, laughing when they made no sense and boy did they make no sense. Upon arriving once more Lina was the first to hop out of the car feeling that same happy high she had when she first arrived with Gemma. She stretched out, her lips now tinted green a little and Gavin's blue. She took one look at him and let out a half laugh. "Dude it looks like we just raided a clowns makeup box."

Gavin shouted one last goodbye before locking his door, smiling when both teen and child yelled back. Hopping in Lina's car made him wish he had his own. Walking Patty to daycare and then to work got tiring after a while. He stuck a hand out the window as she drove, laughing at Lina's singing attempts. Though he doubted he could do better.

Once at the site Gavin was very happy he had come. He had almost forgotten how fun it was to hang around Lina. Now that Patty was older and could be left with a sitter more Gavin vowed to be around his cousin more. He always did believe family had to stick together.

He laughed at her comparison, cringing at the same time. "No way. I hate clowns. Normal make up for me please and thank you."

Laughing as she walked to the campsite Lina shook her head. "You and me both, normal make up is alright too."

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"It's...mom. She had a heart attack in prison and..." was what sort of broke Cas's train of thought. His mind was running in all sorts of directions, he had never really lost a parent. But he knew that his best friend had twice. The slightly taller blond moved closer to her and gave the woman a hug, and didn't let go. His breathing slow, as he tried to think of what to say. "Let's get this shindig started huh?" he spoke with a smile. He was going to make her happy no matter what. He looked towards Gemma and Lina for a response. His dark eyes closed a bit as he would back up from the group hug, and smile towards her. His hands moved towards his pocket and planted themselves in there. He was ready to sit around a damn campfire and sing some shit, or maybe get drunk so he'd forget a lot. Maybe even talk to Alex and Callum for a bit. "Whadya say? Wanna get wasted my queens?" he spoke as a chuckle emitted from his mouth. Maybe high school never ended? Or at least, Cas never changed.

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"Yup," Lina managed to say with the bag pinched between her teeth, giving Flora a little smile. "So are you appointing yourself head chef of the s'mores or...?" Lina turned to the voice, smiling wider but as a result having the bag fall from in between her teeth and causing her to fumble with the bag before actually catching it. She breathed out a sigh of relief both when she managed not to drop the marshmallows and when Ellie took some of the stuff. "Haha yeah, I have been training in the mountains with s'mores Yoda, you know the regular stuff." she laughed opening a pack of those fluffy clouds. In reality Lina was trying to avoid that subject. She knew people were going to ask her about that but she just wasn't ready for everyone to know about what she did just yet. For a moment Lina glanced over towards Gavin and saw a rather uncomfortable look on his face. She hoped he was okay.

Eyes back on Ellie, Lina playfully bumped her shoulder against hers. "So what have you been up to all these years?" Lina began opening up the other two packs of marshmallows as she listened. There was no doubt that Lina missed Ellie but then again it was only natural since they were so close and she hoped that they still could be. Ellie was Lina's home girl. "Need any help Li?" Her looked over towards Dettie as she nodded. "Oh! Dettie, yes! I almost forgot," she paused for a second as she struggled with the last bag before finally popping it open. "Ha, gotcha." but at last Lina had gotten distracted. "Oh yeah, sticks." she smiled sheepishly at Dettie. "Can't roast marshmallows without sticks, mind getting me some? And can you take Gavin with you for some help?" upon her last request Lina hoped that it would help Gavin get out of an awkward situation. She always looked out for her cousin.

When Gemma came over Lina couldn't help but smile at her. "Coming right up, beautiful. As soon as Dettie comes back with those sticks." with a childish grin on her face Lina plopped down in between Gemma and Ellie. She popped open her wine cooler and down about half of it then stretched her arm over Gemma's shoulders. "Wanna have a sip? It's really good." Lina asked, just her being nice as always but it really did taste amazing. Perfect balance of sweet and tart.