Amber Breth

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a character in “The Day We Die”, as played by By Starlight



Name: Amber Christine Breth

Age: 17


Are you past life aware?: Mostly unaware. She has vague feelings of odd familiarness, and feelings about and towards others but doesn't know what supports them. When she turns 17 she remembers the curse, and that she's been reliving her life for 100 years. But even then, she has trouble remembering old things. Some parts come back to her and others don't.

Role: Girl #1

Personality: Amber is a sweet girl when you first meet her. She's quick with a friendly smile, and easily compliments you. She is polite and graceful, and has an elegance to her that makes her appear very poised. But, there's mystery in her eyes, and slyness in her smile. Some people can tell there is much, much more than a kind innocent girl. If you knew her personally, she can sometimes be quite the handful. Her childish-like attitude makes her almost cuddly and adorable at times because of her determined optimistic outlook on things. Situations as well as people, she tries to find good in everything, and believes everyone deserves a second chance. She's easily forgiving, and always gives the benefit of the doubt in any conflict. She's very outgoing and confident, and almost always has a bright and cheery smile. She's sweet, kind and caring, and basically greets everyone with open arms unless they've proven they don't deserve it. Her fun loving nature seems to put a bounce in her light steps, and she seems to just glow and radiate happiness when she's feeling lively. She's always trying to do the right thing, but that doesn't mean she isn't adventurous every once and awhile.
She's a bit quiet and soft spoken, but what she says is usually meaningful. But, she carries herself highly, her confidence is surprisingly impressive for how quiet she seems. She's bold and usually has everyone in the room turning to look at her. She rarely notices those who aren't her good friends though.
Amber is loyal. She's very caring of others who are close to her. She always seems to have other people on her mind, and she likes taking care of others. She's very protective, and often worries about small things. She wants what's in best interest for everyone, not just herself. She's very selfless in that way, which makes her more independent. Though she seems like a very together person, she's often found daydreaming, and being a bit spacey. She's usually in her own world, and if she didn't notice you from the beginning you might pass right by her without her know about. Though she has a great long term memory, she has a terrible short term memory, and she often forgets what she's saying, and loses her train of thought. She appreciates good listeners, who can tell her just where she left off.
She's somewhat mysterious though, and sometimes talking to her will only make you want to know more about her. She likes to keep you hanging on a word.
She's mostly nice, and sweet, but if you're on her bad side, she blunt and somewhat cold. On top of both of those, she is mostly honest unless she tries to be otherwise. She will tell anything to you straight, and not hesitate if you want the full truth. Though she seems somewhat innocent, she tries to keep on a brave face. She's unique, and different in her own way. Her apathetic nature may come off as careless and lost, but actually she's just pretty relaxed. You could probably say anything to her and nothing would tell you she was caught off guard, even if she was. She isn't one for showing many emotions, a smirk here and there, but mostly a bored demeanor. Though she seems to always be off in her own world, one that even dreaming couldn't get you close to, she never comes off as ditzy or anything along those lines. She's one of those people you feel as if you can tell anything to, and the secret will be kept. But, in actuality she'll probably end up using your secret against you. She loves gossip, as her own dirty secret. The thrill of knowing things no one else odes excites her, and makes her feel powerful. In one note she could take your reputation down. Even if you don't tell her a secret, she's nosy enough to probably find out anyway.
She’s very sensitive to scents. Fresh lavender is like a rejuvenating yoga session, and she also adores the smell of eucalyptus, citrus fragrances, vanilla, and coffee. She despises irritating or obnoxious noises, because she's very easily distracted. This can make her somewhat high maintenance, and she likes things to run smoothly. And smoothly can only be whatever her way is.
Being clever and sort of witty, she's extremely observant, and always analysing everyone. She likes to know what's going on when where and how. When she talks she usually drips with sarcasm, and sometimes exaggerates things.
She's a good listening, and very empathetic. She tries to help anyone who asks of her, always lending a hand. She feels obligated almost, to be there for anyone who isn't happy. When it comes to Nathan she's very drawn to him. He makes her curious, but they go through an awkward battle of him letting her close and pushing her away when she oversteps. To her he's just an interesting boy she'd like to get to know, though to him she's more than that. She feels an odd connection to him, but doesn't have much of an explanation. There's a feeling as if she's known him longer than she's been alive, but even when she regains parts of her memory being with him is somewhat clouded. Objects and scents bring back memories though, and whenever she smells something it often brings back a time from a past life.
Lacy has been her best friend basically every time she's come back to life. They are friends almost instantly and when she regains her memory she realizes they've always been close.

Your Details: Currently, Amber lives with her parents, Steve and Lori. Steve is an architect, and they had a very nice suburban home he designed. Her mother is somewhat careless to her children, and spends most of her time on herself. She's the type of woman who loves pampering herself, and values beauty very much. She's somewhat of a perfectionist, and both of her daughters have to keep everything clean and organized. As for Amber's father, he's more go with the flow and a hard worker. He enjoys his job, and often works more than he needs to. He has a pretty good relationship with his daughters, because he's a joking, laughing, friendly person. Though Lori seems a bit strict compared to him, the two are very in love and she seems to have a soft spot for him. He can crack a smile out of almost anyone, and Amber doesn't mind spending time with her family. Though when he isn't around the three girls stay in separate rooms. Amber's younger sister Valerie is a dancer, and practices a great deal of time. For the most part they get along, but Valerie is sometimes selfish and rude which bothers Amber. As for her life outside of her family it's pretty average. Amber is smart and she gets generally good grades. You wouldn't call her popular, but she is well liked. She isn't one to follow any trends or try very hard to hold a social life, but she loves friends and meeting new people. She is however, a cheerleader. Because she didn't really want to do dance, her mother encouraged gymnastics and eventually pushed her into cheerleading. Amber doesn't mind it though, and enjoys being a part of something.

Citrus fragrances
The beach
Her family

Irritating sounds
Mean people
Being lied to
Forgetting things
Being cold

Amber doesn't really mind that she keeps living her life over. Honestly she enjoys childhood and high school, and though there are some things she'd like to experience like having a family of her own, she isn't too upset about the curse. Don't get her wrong, she'd love to have it fixed. She just likes to see the bright side of things.
Amber has a habit of resenting her family. Well, every family she has. When she's with them and happy things are fine, but a jealousy always fills her when she knows that they'll be living a long time. She doesn't really remember the curse until later in her life though.
She doesn't recall their relationship very well, but Nathan always keeps her wondering. She feels something between them whether it's now or before she can't tell. Though she keeps having odd memories of him. She desperately wants to find out, but if she asks him he may think she's insane..

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Dying. Again.
Never being able to fix the curse.
Breaking a bone.
Failing any test/class.

Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual

Crush: Amber doesn't really have a crush, but she does feel a weird connection with Nathan. She doesn't remember her past lives, only small parts enough to tell her what happened. She knows there used to be something between them, but she's never really asked.

Boyfriend/Girlfriend: TBA

Height: 5'5"
Build: Petite, straight body type.
Looks:has beautiful fiery red hair, and has pale skin. Her eyes are a deep emerald green, that can captivate you with their color. She has very light freckles that sprinkle over her cheeks and nose. She's about 5'5", and is on the skinny side of average for her figure. She has longer legs compared to her torso, and average to smaller sized breasts.(Grow bigger already!) Her hair falls down to about her elbow, and it's very wavy or curly unless she does something with it.

So begins...

Amber Breth's Story

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Character Portrait: Violet Haring Character Portrait: Lacey Harvelle Character Portrait: Amber Breth

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Lacey Harvelle

She didn't get in.

Lacey knew she should probably focusing on what the teacher was droning on about, but her mind ventured to unwanted territory. Try as she might, she could not get her mind on present matters. A soft, barely noticeable note emerged from her throat and buzzed through her thinly-pressed lips, the sound of her humming entering only her ears because...let's be real! The girl in front of her was half-past dead asleep, the guy behind her was sketching a manga, the idiot beside her kept gawking like a lovestruck puppy, and all she had was the window to her left.

She did not get in.

It feels like a distant memory now even though it only happened last night. Lacey swallowed hard, the blue in her eyes darkening a few shades as she felt her anger and sadness creep upon her. She could not even focus on Violet, whose eyes she could feel digging holes into the side of her head. No, her mind was back at her house where she stared at the rejection letter from Stanford University, no emotion in her soul and her eyes blank. It was as if the realization did not faze her. However, it affected everyone else.

The family was in an uproar.

Her mother was enraged, shouting about how Stanford was the family alma mater. Everyone went to Stanford; her parents, her grandfather, her brother, etc. Hell, her sister Gracie got in by some miracle because God knows that Gracie did not have the brains that Lacey and Eric did. Lacey had expected the aftertaste of bitterness to appear on her tongue.


And it angered her mother even more. They entered a screaming match in which her mother demanded that they contact the school's admission office to see what the problem was. Lacey applied early admission; she should at least have been wait-listed. Her mother even decided to blame it on that class Lacey got an A- on, saying that Lacey wasn't trying enough. Then, at that moment, was the only moment that Lacey showed an inkling of emotion.

It was anger.

"I'M SORRY I'M NOT PERFECT!!!!" She shouted, stunning the entire family. When at home, she was usually nonchalant and dismissed her mother's cares. It was the first time in a long time that she yelled at anyone. After that, there was such silence; yuo could hear a pen drop. Lacey collapsed in bed. When she awoke and got dressed for school, Lacey ignored her mother's jab at the ripped stockings of her outfit - stockings the woman watched Lacey rip in the first place, and headed. And only now - in a classroom filled with students she might not ever see again - it hit her.

Lacey did not get in to Stanford University.

All at once, everything became a blur. Her breathing faltered and Lacey's eyes widened in panic. She couldn't breathe - she couldn't... She knew Violet was gone. She had no one. She could not breathe. She did not get into Stanford. She could not breathe. Her mom hated her. She could not breathe. The disappointment in her father's eyes...Lacey could not -

Without warning, Lacey grabbed her bag and bolted out of the room, ignoring her teacher's concerned inquiries. She only managed to send a frantic text to Amber, something she rarely did. Lacey swore she saw Violet playing the guitar as she ran, but everything was just...there and not there and a blur. She slammed into the first bathroom she could find and slid against the cool white wall, tears streaming down her face as she struggled to catch her breath.

She did not get in.

And it was her own fault.

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Character Portrait: Nathan Miller Character Portrait: Lacey Harvelle Character Portrait: Amber Breth

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Amber Breth
❝Still not too old to die young.❞

The heat came in distant shifts, filtering through the window shade. Light barely filled the room, and Amber laid still in twisted sheets, staring at nothing in particular. She thought of the next few months, her birthday seemed to come more quickly than she'd hoped. Her expression was emotionless, and her eyes a bit dull and lifeless. Ever since she'd turned seventeen she'd remember something she wished she hadn't. And some of it felt impossible. In her head on morning, she just knew something she hadn't the day before. And even if she'd try to put logic into it, it still remained as fact. There was a curse, forcing her to relive her life until she died at 18. She didn't know why, and tried to brush it off as a silly dream. But, the constant daydreams that felt more like memories than thoughts haunted her. She vaguely remembered being in these places, but long ago. It wasn't something that felt like had happened in the last 17 years. She had to believe it, there was no other choice. Even if she were to deny it, she'd either end up dying when she was 18 just to come back, or she'd live on and always have it sitting in the back of her mind. There wasn't any way to escape it, though it's not like she was trying to. With this knowledge rotting her brain, decaying most other thoughts, she felt very separate from everything. Her friends had been her friends since forever. Literally. Each one of them brought back a memory she'd had long before ever since her last birthday. She wondered if they knew as well, but how could you bring something up like that? She'd sound insane. Or to warn them, to tell them of their death. Cruel almost. Amber decided she'd rather not know they were all going to die, considering the burden that weighed on her now. Her whole body felt heavy, and she wished to lay in bed all day. Sleeping always seemed better than to go to school. But she could never take a day off, after an hour with social interaction she'd feel lonely.
Lori entered her room then, staying in the doorway. She gently knocked on the white painted frame, shifting Amber's attention over. "Wake up, darling!" she chimed, but her sweet smile fell slowly as her eyes glanced over the room. "Please do something about the clothes laying on the chair, Amber. Breakfast will be ready in a few." her tone changed, only slightly irritated. Her mother was always calm though, and didn't like to yell unless necessary.
Amber wondered what Lori would do if she died. She knew Lori would be sad, but she also knew Lori tried to see the benefit of everything. And well, without Amber there would be less of a mess around. Though it was slightly horrible to try and convince yourself no one would care if you died, the girl didn't know how else to forgive herself. She almost felt bad for being born, now knowing she was born to die. Born to break a family. To be a neighborhood tragedy. A newspaper headline. And she couldn't change that. So, it was a constant battle between wanting to get close to others or more as far away as possible to try to protect their feelings. It was hard trying to summon inner integrity you didn't think you'd ever need.
Slowly, she dragged herself out of bed. Her room was kept cold, the way she liked it, though in the morning it always made waking up harder to do. She slunk over to her dresser, rifling through trying to find something to wear. She found a colorful tank top with a beachy print on it, some black skinny jeans, and slipped out of her pajamas to put them on. Grabbing black pumps to top it off, since she was short she liked feeling taller, her outfit came together nicely. She made sure to throw the random close into the hamper in her closet, as to not upset her mother. She ran a brush through her long red hair, letting the silky locks just hang in subtle waves over her shoulders on both sides. She put on little make up, knowing she was running a bit late. She thanked her mom for breakfast but left without eating any after glancing at the time.
School dragged on, and was mostly boring besides the couple classes she had with friends. Ever since she'd learned, again, of the curse she'd be a little distant to random people. She stayed her normal self around her friends and few acquaintances and really whoever talked to her, but she didn't try to make conversation or to meet new people anymore. She focused on the lessons, but even then she felt them boring and pointless. Each class dragged slowly by, and lunch wasn't more exciting. She looked forward to the day being over, so she could hang out with her friends, but more importantly, Lacey. Lacy was someone she loved being around, and though they were somewhat different they were also similar. Times together usually involved laughing, and the two knew close to everything about each other. Except, Amber had been keeping these ideas from Lacy. She decided that it was probably better not to tell her, but even then she would have no idea how to tell her. She lightly bit the end of a pen, and stared out the window. Her elbow propped against the desk, and help a grip of her hair while supporting her head. She sat up more straight, and looked to the clock. She sighed, wishing it'd be over already.
It was then she received a text from the blond girl she'd just been thinking about. But, it wasn't an average text. There was a panic behind it, and Amber could tell whatever it was Lacy was upset about it. Instead of just leaving the class, knowing she still had to go to her friend, she made up some sickness excuse to the teacher and asked to go to the nurse. He handed her a pass, and as soon as she entered the hallway she ran towards the bathrooms, which she assumed Lacy would be in. The hallways were standard and familiar, considering Amber had been at the school since freshman year. It took her a few tries before she found where her friend was, but she should've guessed it was the closest bathroom to the class Lacy had just been in. She barely thought about her feet's slight pain from trying to run in heels. Instead of that she had walked as fast as she could.
She pushed the girl's bathroom door open, and instantly heard her friend choking out a sob. She turned to find her curled against the wall on the floor. Her hands held her face as she struggled to breath calmly. Amber's face fell, she felt the sadness Lacy did even though she wasn't aware of the issue yet.
"Oh, honey.." she said softly, and slowly moved to sit down next to her to comfort her. She placed a delicate hand on the girl's back, and sat quietly waiting for her to catch her breath. She could feel the small girl shake with every few sobs. Eventually after a few moments Lacy mumbled something about not being good enough for Stanford and Amber's heart dropped. She always wished Lacy would love herself as much as Amber did. She was too hard on herself and Amber felt terrible for that. She thought of the ideas she'd been having lately, and knowing they wouldn't even live to go to college and she felt a slight guilt for not telling her. What could she say? That it didn't matter about college because they were all going to die anyway? And even then Amber had no proof, and it was possibly something that would shoot Lacy's anxiety through the roof. She held herself back from mentioning it, and didn't make any promises of the future.
She then had an idea, "Hey, why don't we go get milkshakes?" she suggested, trying to cheer her up, "we can take my car, invite anyone you want. I know you love them." she coaxed, knowing no wasn't really an option.
Even if there was a hint of not wanting to go, Amber ignored it and helped her friend up. She seemed slightly reluctant at first, and was just trying to keep herself calm. She breathed heavily, and her big blue eyes were surrounded by running make up. They both went to the mirrors to clean her up, but it was obvious she was still upset. A small pout remained on her face, and her eyes were a bit red.
Amber led the girl out of the bathroom, linking her arm with Lacy's. They slipped out of the school, and towards her car. School wasn't exactly over yet, but there was no point in going back to class. She glanced over under a large tree where she saw Nathan laying in the grass. "Do you want to invite him to come too or have it be just us?" she asked Lacy.

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Character Portrait: Nathan Miller Character Portrait: Briton Hadings Character Portrait: Violet Haring Character Portrait: Samuel Westhouse Character Portrait: Lacey Harvelle Character Portrait: Oscar Glass Character Portrait: Paige Parker Character Portrait: Cora Donovan Character Portrait: Charles Hill Character Portrait: Amber Breth

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Lacey Harvelle

Lacey moved robotically, letting Amber do what she will with her. It didn't matter to her that her skin was all blotchy and red and that she probably looked beyond a hot mess. Was there even a thing like that? She let those thoughts puzzle her as Amber helped her clean her face and walked her out of the bathroom.

Why couldn't she have family like Amber? She had perfectionists who didn't give a damn about her. Hell, Lacey didn't even give a damn about Lacey. A not-even-amused smirk crossed her face for a split second. Amber loved her - like, loved her loved her. It was that love Gracie should have for her instead of the slight jealousy mixed with false affection she shows. Amber's love for her reached a level that may even surpass Lacey's mother's.

Nobody likes Lacey.

She then glanced at Amber, who still had concern on her face. She faintly heard Amber say something about inviting someone and followed the beautiful - why was everyone else beautiful and Lacey was so fucking average? - girl's gaze to Nathan Miller. Lacey's own eyes narrowed for a second. She did not understand her relationship with Nate yet. Were they really friends? Did she simply bide his time? Plus, with the dreams, there was always something about him that stirred Lacey wrong...

"Sure," Lacey replied. She then extended her voice to the male lying down, not caring if he was sleeping or not. "Nathan! Nate! Come with us! We're getting milkshakes." Sighing, Lacey pulled out her phone. She muttered to Amber, "Might as well make a shindig out of it. I'm texting everyone." She sent a mass text to everyone, inviting their group to get milkshakes if they wanted to come. Who cared about school anyway? Mom does, her mind taunted and she told it to go fuck itself. Lacey managed a small smile that didn't quite reach her eyes at Amber. "Thanks...for coming."

Not wanting to further be emotional, Lacey plastered an even bigger smile on her face and slid into the passenger seat while Amber moved to the driver's. Glancing at Nathan quickly, she banged on the horn. "Come on, Nate! Get up already!!"

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Character Portrait: Nathan Miller Character Portrait: Violet Haring Character Portrait: Lacey Harvelle Character Portrait: Amber Breth

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#, as written by Rann
Fingers sore from strumming her guitar, Violet sat down tiredly on the bench. It's only been about four days, and she ran through another set of batteries for her amp, and she had too much pride to go ask her conformist parents for more batteries. Too much pride to owe them anything. But, man, the sound of an acoustic is just so boring. It's got no power, or anything, so there's no way she can get tips from just doing that. Assuming she even has any guitar ability at all. Violet doesn't, by the way, not at all.

Gotta get better, though. So I can back up Lacey's awesome voice.

She knew, however, that if she played anymore tonight, she'd probably injure her fingers. And plus, the Mustang needed to be restrung at the local music shop, not that she has the money to afford that sort of thing. She vaguely wondered exactly what's up with Lacey, anyways, and why she's been all weird this whole day. And that was when she saw it. A boy from her school, taking an aggressive stance with a girl; arm to the wall, and a slick grin. Fire burst in Violet's eyes like acid washing over her body.

Time to be a hero!

"-over to my place for a drink, eh? Show you a good time."

The worst type of guy. There's no way an ally of justice could stand for this sort of thing. Before the boy or girl could answer, Violet took a swing at the boy's face, grazing his chin as he took a step back in alarm. Violet's face was hard, with a dark frown, as she took an offensive position, and swung her fist hard again, smashing it into his gut. He fell onto his back, and Violet mocked him, laughing as she drove a foot into his side.

"Don't try that on a girl again! You... you swine! You filthy pig! Go die in a hole-"

"Mark! What are you doing, you psycho bitch?!"

uh... huh?

The girl knelt down to the boy, and helped him get back up, before delivering a sharp and dirt look towards Violet's direction.

"Read the mood a little! God!" The girl cried. "I was waiting for him to invite me for ages, ages! And you... you just..."

Wiping his mouth, the boy got up, and dusted his clothes off with his hands. His fist was clenched before turning, and wrapping an arm around his apparent girlfriend? Possibly? Violet just stood there impassively, unwilling to accept that she made a mistake; least of all to ingrates like them. She was only trying to help after all! Still, she'd just walk away, pretend like it hadn't happened. Every ally of justice makes mistakes sometimes, right? No one's perfect at this sorta thing, after all.

"She's as bad as they say." The boy, Mark muttered. "A thug. She'll always be like dirt to us, she's not even worth the time. Damned outsider."

I was born here... so I'm not an outsider. I'm not, right?

Then she remembered the man, that one she met that one time while trying to get her mind off of Nathan. The rope guy, who tricked her into putting herself at his mercy. All the pictures he's taken... and saying that no one would believe her if she told anyone, because she's just an outsider, while he's lived here for generations. That her word was taken at a lesser level than his. Scum like that has more worth to this stupid town than a high school girl? Maybe it's just another reason to skip on out of here, and find a new place to try and belong. And then her phone vibrated. Violet whipped it out from her thigh strap.

Milk shakes with the gang? Sounds fun, gotta get this shit outta my head anyways.

It was about five minutes later when Violet, together with her Mustang and dead amp, arrived on scene, seeing Lacey, Amber, and Nate. Violet waved cheekily at her friends, before realizing that she still had blood from her little fight on her knuckles. Hoping that no one's noticed, Violet pulled her sleeve over her knuckle, before cockily squeezing in as close as possible to Nathan, almost challenging him to try and push her away.

"What's up, bitches?" She sneered brightly. "You ready to party, or what? And don't say what!"

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Character Portrait: Nathan Miller Character Portrait: Violet Haring Character Portrait: Lacey Harvelle Character Portrait: Amber Breth

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#, as written by Savader
Just when I'm finally beginning to have a decent dream about nothing in particular, I'm suddenly jolted awake by the sound of someone calling my name. Still in a bit of a daze from entering a deep sleep, an alarm went off in my head, making me think that something was wrong; the calling sounded almost like screaming at first, until I heard my name a second time after my upper half sprung up into a sitting position, inhaling sharply as my eyes widened out of shock. My first instinct was to look around, which I did, noticing two girls standing not too far away from me, beckoning me over to them. I knew them very well as Lacey Harvelle and...Amber Breth. I, of course, knew them by many other names as well; ones that I doubt they're even aware were once theirs, but this was who they were in this day and age. I rubbed the sleepiness from my eyes and stretched my arms out. Heaving a small sigh, I took out my pocket-watch -- a familiar sight to the others by now -- and looked at the time. Each tick of the hands made a tiny noise that was in synch with the clock in my head. It was about 5 minutes to 2pm. School would be out in about 40 minutes, so why was Lacey and Amber asking me to join them? Was everyone skipping school early today...?

Closing my watch with a click, I placed it back in my pocket and stood up, brushing the grass and dirt from my pants. Giving a yawn and yet another stretch, I hunched forward and gave my friends a lazy wave as I began slowly walking over to them. To be honest, I really don't want to go out right now. Much less for milkshakes... But I like to make it a regular thing to at least hang out with my friends every once in awhile, so as not to make them worry any further about my usual antisocial behavior. I haven't actually talked to them much outside of school and the occasional text or Facebook notification recently, so I suppose I owe them at least this much.

Clearly not too pleased with how I was taking my sweet-ass time getting over to the car they were in, Lacey noisily slammed her hand down on the horn, startling me as a flash of a particular bus came hurtling toward me in my mind's eye. My body froze for a second, still practically half-asleep, until I shook it off and continued my walk, a little faster this time, to what I suppose would be my ride home for today. I didn't have a car, despite how convenient it would be to have one, for most people. Nope, I have a bike. No, not a motorcycle; a regular old, metal-frame bicycle. And, not to brag or anything, I'm fairly talented with it. I may not be able to outrun a car, but it gets the job done when I need to cut through tight obstacles in order to reach my destination without much trouble. It was only a matter of time before I would need it for such a thing once again... If I didn't use my bike, I'd just walk everywhere. This normally gave my friends something to pick about out of fun, but I honestly didn't care. I got tired of taking driving tests after my 3rd run of high school... Believe it or not, it gets rather repetitive and annoying. Living in a small town did have its perks for a bike-rider like myself, though.

Finally reaching the car, I gave the two of them a wave through the window of the passenger side door before opening the back and sliding in. I closed the door and rested my hands on my lap, smiling wryly as I gave them a "Hi". I looked around at nothing in particular. It was a fairly nice car. Still smelled rather new. "Sooo..." I said, locking eyes with Lacey. "What's the plan? Are we really escaping with only 1 class left...? Doesn't seem very logical to me..." I gave them a playful smirk and looked out the window. This sucked. Not because I was with my friends, but because I was wasting my time when I could be searching for my solution to the biggest problem of our existence... What was I doing, skipping class and falling asleep in a tree, and then again on the ground just after...? And now going for milkshakes? The hell is wrong with me...? Maybe I'm just finally tired of trying? I sure hope not. There's more than just me who is affected by the outcome of this curse... By now, I figured my expression must have changed into one of hard focus, which made me slacken my face a bit and turn it into another smile.

"Think you said something about milkshakes? Who else is coming? Or is it just us three?" I asked her, wondering just how 'festive' this was going to become. I glanced at Amber for a moment and gave her a nod, not knowing what else to do or say. This girl was always tricky to deal with (especially for me, due to personal history), no matter what her name was this time around. While she can be more than sweet at times, she can also be a bit nosy, which was a good reason not to let your guard down around her and show her your true feelings, unless you actually WANTED her to know... I didn't. I didn't want anyone to know. It'll come out again once everyone remembers, though. It always does. Either way, it's much easier to just stay silent about how I feel. Just like everything else I choose to hide...

And that was when yet another familiar face decided to pop its way in. Violet Haring. The person I grew up with in this life. For a long time in this life, she was my best friend. But then...like always, I started to remember... Sidling up rather close to my side than I'm used to, she sneers at me, knowing that I tend to dislike having my personal space invaded. I think the current her likes me or something. Guess it's understandable in that we're supposed to be childhood friends in this life, but I find it strange that she could feel any closeness with me at all these days... What a pain... "Hey, Vi." I say to her, giving her a friendly nudge with my elbow. Despite her not being my real oldest friend, I still couldn't help but feel the connection that grew between us while growing up together. This is how it was with every new cycle; whilst living it, my old personality, thoughts and feelings, before I regained my memories, would always seep into my daily life by reflex. Violet and I were close for years. And even now after I've clearly alienated myself from everyone, I still feel that bond. And worse yet, so does she...

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Character Portrait: Nathan Miller Character Portrait: Violet Haring Character Portrait: Lacey Harvelle Character Portrait: Amber Breth

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Amber Breth
❝The hardest part of a business, is minding your own.❞

Amber waited more politely for Nathan than Lacy had, but she laughed as her friend honked the horn in order to hurry him up. He moved a little fast then, and gave them a wave before he slid into the back of the car. To her dismay he mostly talked to Lacy, only giving Amber a slight nod of his head. She could never really figure Nathan out in general, and he didn't seem like he'd want to answer any questions Amber had nor give her a chance to ask them. He always sounded sincere though, and she didn't think he'd lie to her. If anything he might be the one she'd confide in about what she'd been dreaming and thinking about since she turned 17. Maybe, just maybe, there was something to talk about. He was probably the main reason she even held onto the idea, just because she felt a weird pull to him. There was a familiarness about him, but everything she thought of him changed when they were together. She felt as if she'd once been close to him. But the way he acted around her now was so distant, regardless of how Amber felt. She occasionally caught him looking at her, with a caring but also sad or worried look. Like there was something bad happening and he knew it. She couldn't tell what this meant, maybe it'd be better if she stayed away. But how could she when he randomly emerged in her mind throughout the day? There had to be a reason he was in her head right? She then saw Violet coming over, so she waited as the girl hopped into the car too. She watched as the girl pulled her sleve over part of her hand, but she decided not to say anything.. yet. Maybe later if she remembered to ask. Which she probably would.
For now she shook it off and drove, to probably the best place to get milkshakes in town. It was a cute little diner, with somewhat comfortable booths and decent service. It was near the mall, and a few other big places that attracted people. Then again, it was kind of a small town. The drive only took about five or ten minutes, and she parked her car in a spot next to the building. She'd been going to this place ever since she was little, because her father loved it. He used to take her and her sister out on Saturday mornings for breakfast, until Amber turned about 14. Since then her and Lacy had always gone to cheer up with milkshakes, or just get them for fun. Going with all their friends would be different, but more fun nonetheless. She could only hope it'd cheer Lacy up though. She glanced at her before they got out of the car, to see that she wasn't still crying or close to it. She looked a bit half hearted, but Lacy put on a brave face when other people were around. She could only hope she was doing the right thing, or at least what Lacy would've wanted. She felt terrible about her not getting into stanford, but the truth was Amber had barely even applied to colleges. She still didn't believe she'd even live to see college. She only applied to ten colleges, and only opened the letters for a few. She was pleased to find that she made it into Dartmouth, but she didn't care when she hadn't made it to Stanford either. She didn't tell Lacy this though, because Amber would feel obligated to act very depressed or upset as anyone would if their dreams were crushed. When she still thought going to any college was a possibility, she would've been upset, but now it all seemed silly to care about it.
The four walked in the diner, and got one of the rounded booths that'd be able to fit ten in case their other six friends decided to join them. Amber sat on the end, to the left of Lacy, and Nathan and Violet sat on the right of her. Their waiter brought over a few menus, and asked Amber if they were ready to order or if they wanted to wait. He looked only a couple years older than them, and he was tall. Maybe 6'1" or 6'2". Amber couldn't really tell. He had dirty blond hair and a charming smile. His clear blue eyes looked icy colored, but he seemed friendly and warm. Amber answred him kindly, that they needed a moment and they were waiting for a few more people. He gave her a somewhat flirty wink, and told her to take her time while giving her a quick look over. She blushed as he walked away, and felt Lacy elbow her and giggle.
Amber wasn't extremely used to guys flirting with her, at least not so obviously. She was very beautiful, but she was usually focused on other things than boys. Usually when Lacy and her were together, Amber was more of a wing girl, because Lacy was a classic beauty. She had lovely blond hair, and gorgeous blue eyes. Amber was unique, vibrant red hair and dull green eyes. There was something fun and exciting about being around Lacy, that Amber sometimes lacked. She loved her best friend, and felt that together they made a wonderful pair. It kept things interesting, and Amber never really felt jealous of her, knowing Lacy constantly had a lot of pressure on her to be perfect. She didn't find this fair, and always supported Lacy to go on with a music career rather than whatever plan her parents were shoving down her throat. She avoided eye contact from the others a bit, staring down at her menu as if she were looking for what to order. She studied the flavors of milkshakes you could get, though she already knew what she was getting. She loved the smell and taste of vanilla, so that was easily her choice. Ever time she smelled it or tasted it really, a new memory came back. That's how it seemed to work with her, scents and other senses brought up memories from long ago. Not ones she'd experience in this life. There was no explantion for them other than her idea, so what else did she have to believe?
She glanced over at Nathan and Violet, slightly to see Nathan's reaction to the waiter flirting with her. She told herself Nathan wouldn't care, and wondered why she even cared what he was thinking. It's not like they were anything more than friends, and even then it seemed like Nathan didn't want much to do with her. He confused her, because he talked to her like she meant something more to him, but then avoided her often. He walked around her questions, and dodged her observations. He had a way to getting around whatever she wanted to know about him. She'd realized she was only slightly jealous by Violet and his closeness, but even then she noticed he'd become more distant to Violet too. She knew they'd grown up together and always been best friends, and she wasn't bothered by that at all. She liked both of them very much, and cared for them like any of her friends. She wondered what was going through Nathan's head, and why it was so easy around Violet when it wasn't around Amber. She looked back down at her menu, looking over the flavors once again.

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Charles Hill

"Hey Charlie I've been looking all over for you!" A small girl's chipper voice called from across the library making Charles, along with everyone else turn to look at her. Seeming to be unaware of the irratated stares and the stern look from the librarian the girl skipped over to Charlie her brown curls bouncing on her shoulders with everystep she took. The girl plopped down next to him a huge grin on her face as she flipped some hair over her shoulder and stared at him waitingly.

Charles only smiled at her, unsure of her name as she snuggled in closer to him.

"What are you reading that has your attenton so much, I've been standing over there for an hour waiting for you to notice me." The girl said trying to look at the object Charlie was holding.

Charlie quickly slammed the book closed and tucked it away in his backpack hoping she hadn't seen it.

"I didn't know you were one for literature." The girl giggled as she hugged his arm. "You know you shouldn't be ashamed, Moby Dick is actually a good book." She continued looking up at him.

Charlie let out a relived sigh glad she hadn't seen what he was really reading.

"You know you have really pretty eyes." Charlie cooed softly trying to change the subject. The girl blushed and looked away momentarily before returning her gaze to his.

"T-thank you." She finally got out, a sheepish smile on her face.

"Of course, love." Charlie responded decidng on using a pet name in place of her real name.

"Are you ready for our date tonight?" Charlie looked down at the brunette as she regained her composure, an eyebrow raised before hiding his confusion with a fake smile.

"We're going to have so much fun, I have the perfect ou-." The girl was cut off by the soft dinging of Charlie's phone, signaling he had a text.

Taking out his cheap battered phone Charlie opened the text. The girl peered over his shoulder curiously making Charlie throw irritated glare over his shoulder at her.

"Who's Lacey?!" The girl yelled letting go of his arm and standing up.

Guess she saw the text. Charlie thought bitterly looking up at the brunette now towering over him, her hands on her hips and her cheeks no longer red from embarrassment, but in anger.

"Look I can explain...Hannah." Charlie said quickly trying to come up with an excuse so she wouldn't explode.

The girl let out a hurt hiccup. "My name's Emily!" She then yelled stomping off without even letting Charlie get another word out of his mouth.

All eyes landed on him as 'Emily' exited the school library. Charlie quickly ran a hand through his hair feeling self-conscious at the number of stares. Shoving his phone back into his pocket and readjusting the comic book that was starting to fall out of the huge Moby Dick book, Charlie zipped up his backpack and heaved it over his shoulder, heading for the parking lot deciding that the last 40 minutes of school didn't matter that much.

"These milkshakes better be worth it." Charlie mumbled grumpily as he exited the school.

Stopping in the parking lot, and at Amber's car window, Charlie knocked on the window. Making a motion for her to roll it down he began talking.

"Aren't you girls looking lovely today....and I guess you too Nate." He commented a playful smirk on his face. Turning his attention to Amber he winked.

"Enough room in the back for me?" He asked.

Strutting into the diner behind everyone an arrogant smile laced his lips. Following everyone to a table he sat down next to Violet.

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Lacey Harvelle

Lacey was grinning when a few of her friends piled in to the car. They almost pulled away when she saw Charles and gave Amber a look to not leave yet. Once they were stuffed in the back, Amber pulled off and Lacey leaned back in the passenger seat. She grinned at Violet and Nathan as they both spoke.

"Well, I want milkshakes 'cause milkshakes are awesome, my treat. Isn't that festive enough?" She winked at them, flashing them one of her most brilliant smiles. It was better this way - her keeping her own issues in instead of letting them know now. She was Lacey. She was the fun one. What did she look like not being happy and smiley and ready for action? She continued talking even as Charles got in the car, smirking at his compliment. "I invited everyone. Not sure if they all are coming. Less money I'm spending anyway."

As Amber drove off, Lacey decided to brighten the mood by chatting about the upcoming party. It was tonight and Lacey was, of course, going to be the DJ. Everyone was required to come; no excuses. She didn't give a damn about homework or practices or anything of that nature. Hell, Lacey herself was blowing off education. If she, the girl who currently was in the top percent of the class, was blowing off homework, her friends could as well. Anyway, some senior named Max was throwing the party and while Lacey conversed lightly with the popular people, she did keep in the loop and that meant she always knew what party was going to happen. Besides, this was a welcome distraction, she decided.

And she needed all the distraction she could get.

"We're here," she exclaimed excitedly and was the first to hop out of the vehicle. She linked arms with both Violet and Amber, dragging the two girls inside with her to find a booth. A male waiter, this guy that Lacey had seen a few times with her older brother but never spoke to, came over to them and while Amber dismissed him by politely telling him that they were waiting for more people, Lacey sat with a smirk, whispering to Violet, "The siren Amber strikes again. Another lovestruck fool is seduced." She giggled at her own little joke before leaning into Amber and elbowing her gently, "Hmmm...he's cute. Sure it's only a milkshake he's willing to give you?" Lacey could only laugh at the blush on Amber's face. Lacey decided without even having to look at a menu what she wanted. She always ordered a chocolate peanut-butter shake. Yes, it was weird and probably obnoxious with all the chocolate sauce and whipped cream, but it was Lacey's favorite. She turned her attention to the others.

"So, how is everyone?"

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Something terrible happened. The playboy of the group, Charles, has arrived, trademark charming smile and roving eyes as he squished his way into Amber's backseat. He gave his customary compliment to the girls, and Violet rolled her eyes, trying to get rid of her irritation with the fight earlier. Shed also have to be careful from now on, and just use her left hand for everything. No need for anyone to see the blood; Violet's own business, and no one else's. Though, knowing Amber, the my business shlick won't work, and she'll force her way into the problem.

"If you say that to every living thing with boobs, playboy, doesn't that just make us all average?" She jeered, a mix of cruelty and friendliness in her words. "Be honest for once, and focus on Amber. She's the hot one, after all!"

Ah, that Amber. Sure, they're close friends, but Violet's not a complete idiot. She's seen the looks Amber gives Nate every now and then... so, while they are friends, Violet also thinks of Amber as competition. And since when does this manic girl ever back down from a competition?

Lace began talking about the party she was invited to, Violet grinned and pounced excitedly. A party! One of the perfect ways on making a guy realize that you are, in fact, a female organism, and you can blame your slutty actions on the alcohol later on! She could find an excuse to kiss him, or maybe even touch him. Violet made a mental note to google the more intricate matters of seduction, since Violet only really knows about kissing. Everything beyond that is unknown territory. She almost jumped at the electric shock as Nate elbowed her in the side, the sensation sending heat and anticipation all at once in a semi-epic flinch.

"Nate!" Violet shouted loudly, masking the pink on her cheeks, and her own nervousness, "If I can drink more milkshakes than you, you'll have to dance with me at the party! It's a challenge!"

How oblivious can you get? He better realize it by now, at least! Sheesh! Idiot! Stupid Nate!

Once seated at the diner, squeezed comfortably between Lacey and the playboy, Charles, she shared a joke with her awesome and suddenly back-to-normal singing buddy over Amber and the waiter, commenting on that, if Violet were a guy, she'd totally do... indecent things to the red-headed girl. If Amber was blushing, her face after that must have been priceless to look at. Violet then ordered a coconut milkshake, something surprisingly tame for her, and while everyone else was distracted, she grabbed at a napkin on the table, and tried to rub off the dried blood from her hand. It worked to some extent, and she shoved the napkin into her sweater's pocket for safekeeping. She then took out her phone and sent a text to Lacey, with her somewhat effective stealth to keep the boy in question from seeing it.

-Lace! You're gonna be my wingman for the party, right? Try to find a way to get us alone! I'll do whatever you want, okay?-

No need for Amber to know. Sorry, buddy, but I'll have the advantage as long as you don't know i'm here!

Lacey then asked the table how they were, and then it occurred to her that, while everyone else here is mostly liked and welcome, would they really let Violet at the party at all? She downed one shake, and then ordered another hastily, making sure to win her bet with Nate. Then she was pensive again. It'd take a total idiot not to notice the stares she gets at times, and she often hears Taylor defending her to her parents whenever Violet acts out in front of them, or gets notices from her teachers at school for bad behavior. What if they didn't let her in? What if her being there ruins the mood? After all, she's an outsider.

"Kinda stressed, actually." Violet said with a bit of a scowl. "Folks at home are putting on the pressure for me to at least apply for a college or some crap, but what's the point? Not like I'd study there anyways, right? How stupid can you be? You gotta be smart to get into shit like that, right, Lace?"

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Character Portrait: Nathan Miller Character Portrait: Violet Haring Character Portrait: Lacey Harvelle Character Portrait: Charles Hill Character Portrait: Amber Breth

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Amber Breth
❝I am very interested and fascinated how everyone loves each other, but no one really likes each other.❞

Amber's embarrassment continued as the two girls joked about the waiter, and more about her attractiveness, she couldn't help but crack a smile and shake her head at the two. She giggled with them but was still blushing pretty hard. She whined with a light tone asking them to stop, and they did as Violet brought the idea of the party back up. She yelled, basically loud enough for everyone to hear challenging Nate to whoever could drink more milkshakes, the prize being a dance. Amber herself thought it was obvious Violet liked him, but she knew her place. Her and Violet were close, but not the type to talk about boys with. Considering their conflict of interest. It was easy that both of them were aware of the other's attraction, though Violet seemed sure of hers and Amber's was more of an idea to her. Amber couldn't tell if she actually like Nate or not because he sometimes didn't give her the time of day. That was only an expression though, because he seemed to carry a watch everywhere and wouldn't mind pulling it out any chance he got. She didn't let Violet's flirting bother her, because if her friends were going to be happy together, who was she to stop them? Sure there was a little jealousy but Nathan wasn't hers to begin with. Or so she thought. Going to a party would be fun though.
She wasn't a bad dancer, considering she'd been a dancer for a while. Though she switched to gymnastics, she could still move her hips pretty well, and was very graceful overall. Since Lacy would be more focused on djing, Amber would probably be dancing the whole night nearby where her best friend was. She liked parties, because she felt in her element. There were people, and much conversation to be made. She hadn't been to a good one in a good amount of time, so this did excite her a bit.
Charles had also come with them, but so far he hadn't said much other than his casual compliment greeting. She liked Charles, and thought he was very funny and charming. He could be somewhat conceited at times, but Amber felt he had a good heart and she enjoyed his company. She could easily see why many girls fawned over him. It was then that Violet caught her attention, who'd grabbed a napkin and began rubbing at what looked like to be dried blood. She stared for a moment, maybe trying to make an assumption as to not accuse the girl, as Violet pulled out her phone.
"So, how is everyone?" Lacy asked, making conversation.
Amber herself was doing fine, if anything she was worried about how Lacy was. Well now she was actually wondering why Violet had blood on her hands, and if she should be concerned about that. She was still a bit embarrassed, and slightly wondered if the waiter was going to come back and continue to pursue her. She debated how she felt about this. Maybe if Nathan was going to be flirting and dancing with Violet all night she would invite the waiter on a date or something. People did that right? Got people's numbers and invited them to parties? Sure. It was an open party after all.
Violet answered Lacy's question first though, "Kinda stressed, actually. Folks at home are putting on the pressure for me to at least apply for a college or some crap, but what's the point? Not like I'd study there anyways, right? How stupid can you be? You gotta be smart to get into shit like that, right, Lace?"
Amber's stomach dropped. Considering Violet had no idea why they'd even gone to get milkshakes in the first place, it wasn't really her fault. But, it was probably the wrong thing to say. The redheaded girl quickly jumped in, sticking her nose into other's business as always. She decided to figure out what had happened, and changed the conversation in hopes of Lacy ignoring the comment or letting it slip. It was unlikely, but she could only hope.
"Omigosh, Violet!" she said, slightly abruptly, "What happened to your hand? Was that blood?" she reached over Lacy and took her Violet's hand in hers. "Are you okay?" she said, sounding concerned.
Though it was started for a distraction, Amber did actually care to know. She'd planned on asking her later, maybe more privately considering Violet probably didn't want to talk to everyone about it, but Amber acted on an impulse.

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Character Portrait: Nathan Miller Character Portrait: Violet Haring Character Portrait: Lacey Harvelle Character Portrait: Charles Hill Character Portrait: Amber Breth

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"Omigosh, Violet!" Amber cried, completely out of the blue. "What happened to your hand? Was that blood?"

Okay. Okay, maybe she should have washed her hand before meeting up with them. That'd have been smart. But, come on, Amber didn't have to just scream it out, especially in front of Nathan. Violet inched her hand farther down the table, starting to sweat. What if this was on purpose? It might've been a ploy to give Amber the edge in their mutual crush on Nathan, but that's just a huge what if. Considering the fact that Amber's the sweetest person in the universe, and that she might not even know about Violet's feelings, this is probably unlikely. Chances are, Amber couldn't help being the sweet, caring, and somewhat tactless girl that she is.

"Eh? Uh, theres... nothing at all, what are you talk-"

Almost as if trying to prove it, Amber reached across Lace and grasped Violet's hand. She looked deep into her eyes as she asked if she was okay, and Vi couldn't bear to look back into the eyes of her friend, shame and guilt burning her chest. Violet's mind and face both went blank in a split second, and then she wrenched her hand away from the redhead, almost violently covering it up form anyone's view. It's not as if her friends weren't aware of the fighting, she's sure that they heard the rumors. But that's all it was, just rumors. Super Hero Violet is a part of her life that none of her close friends were meant to know. Especially Nate, and Violet purposely looked away from him, not willing to see his reaction; to see what kind of face he's making.

"I'm... fine. Okay?" She let out a tense, unconvincing chuckle. "Not even my blood... just got in a little fight, that's all! Nothing to worry about...!"

"Even if I wasn't fine, it doesn't matter, just an outsider after all..." She muttered, not knowing that everyone could hear her. She hastily changed the subject, obviously.

"So.. the party! Yeah, the party, will there be drinks?" She asked through her teeth. "A shot of champagne'd be great just about now..."

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Character Portrait: Nathan Miller Character Portrait: Violet Haring Character Portrait: Lacey Harvelle Character Portrait: Charles Hill Character Portrait: Amber Breth

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Lacey Harvelle

"Folks at home are putting on the pressure for me to at least apply for a college or some crap, but what's the point? Not like I'd study there anyways, right? How stupid can you be? You gotta be smart to get into shit like that, right, Lace?" Lacey tensed when Violet began talking about pressure and home. If only she knew, Lacey thought before nodding in agreement, the same smile from earlier plastered upon her face. Thinking about it, Lacey was pretty sure she could make for a decent actress. Few people knew when she was acting and when she was not. At this particular point, Violet was definitely the latter.

Don't get Lacey wrong; she loved Violet. Violet was this ball of hyperactive fire that kept Lacey on her toes. It was exhilarating, to say the least. Amber was her best friend, sure. Amber kept Lacey's mind out of the more depressing situations because Lacey was too busy trying to get Amber to just have fun. They could talk for hours and when Lacey didn't want to be brave and just wanted to be a girl, she would cry with Amber. Not saying that she couldn't do that with Violet, but there was a level of closeness that Amber and Lacey had and Violet hadn't reached that yet.

Which was why she chose to say, "Yeah, I understand. But tonight, it's about us and fun. And damnit, I'm gonna enjoy myself!" Now that she thought about it, she did not want to burden her friends with feeling bad for herself. No, there were greater, more fulfilling things than getting into Stanford.

"Omigosh, Violet! What happened to your hand? Was that blood? Are you okay?" All at once Amber spoke, leaving Lacey to observe in shock at the blood on Violet's hand. It was smeared and nearly dry. Amber reached over and Vi snatched away just as quickly, her mumbling caught by Lacey's ears. Lacey's eyes narrowed at the girl, a silent demand of an explanation.

But it could wait. Lacey wasn't like Amber. Amber cared deeply for everyone; loved everyone. She would demand an explanation if anything ever happened to anyone and would want the full story. Lacey, on the other hand, had a different approach. Certain situations were meant for privacy. This was one of them.

"She said she was fine, Amber. Just leave it," Lacey exclaimed, waving her hand carelessly. "Besides, I want my milkshake now. Who cares if the others aren't here yet?" Lacey signaled the waiter over and while waiting, she added to Violet with a crooked grin, "And champagne is for babies, hon. Max said that one of his friends is a bartender and you're gonna want something a little stronger before the night's over." She winked and giggled before cutting her eyes at the waitress flirtatiously, "Hi, love. I'd love a peanut-butter and chocolate milkshake and Red over here wants vanilla. And, if you're interested, her number is..."

Lacey didn't even get to finish telling him because Amber let out something akin to a shriek and elbowed her, causing Lacey to erupt into a fit of giggles. The waiter only chuckled in amusement before walking away to put in their orders, claiming that he would be right back. Before he could get away, though, she called, "Oooh, and some sweet potato fries. And don't forget about these guys!" Smirking at a flustered Amber who decided to pout, Lacey turned her attention to the boys. "So, you guys coming or what?"

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Oh, yet another friendly face. What do you know; young Charlie, the playboy of the group, decided to join us for some milkshakes. I gave him a nod and smiled as I responded to his usual charm.

"How many times have I told you, Charlie... I'm just not that into you." I said, giving him a smirk before shaking my head. Charlie was always like this. With generally everyone in the group, whether they were male or female. Although it seemed like his flirting with the guys was nothing more than a running gag. Shows how close we all are, if nothing else. His soul has always been this type, so I've been used to it for quite some time, as I'm sure you can imagine. After greeting everyone, he piled on into the backseat of Amber's car, sliding in on Violet's side.

Upon feeling my nudge, Violet exclaimed out of startle, which was far away from my intentions of elbowing her. And...of course...because of this, she chose to force a challenge on me. How was this even a challenge in the first place? "You have to dance with me if I can drink more milkshakes than you"...? How would that be a penalty for the guy? I mean, Violet was certainly pretty, and any rational guy would be more than fine with dancing with her, but Violet wasn't the type to say something like that, unless the punishment of the loser also happened to please HER, so it was rather obvious what her motives were. I wasn't even going to this party, and yet now I was locked in either putting up with it or letting her down. Reason why I see it this way is because I know damn well that there's no way I could beat this girl in a contest of drinking milkshakes. I don't even really care for them that much. Hell, last time I actually enjoyed one was when I was on a date with Amber's original self, and that was over a hundred years ago... Wonder if she remembers that yet... Either way, it was pretty much a done deal. That being said, I'm already thinking of ways to get out of it. I hate parties...

It didn't take long before we all reached the local diner. Everyone piling into the establishment at their own pace. I took my seat beside Charlie's other side, and we were soon greeted by a rather tall young waiter who was roughly around our age. He passed us the menus and almost immediately began flirting with Amber, who became rather submissive in a slightly embarrassed way before watching the man leave. Annoying. Why was this annoying. I had my head lowered over our table slightly as I watched the guy leave with my eyes for a second before shifting in my seat and looking down at my menu. Shrugging off my inner thoughts, I realized that I didn't need this thing. The only kind of milkshake I ever got was vanilla. I was rather simple in that light.

I pushed my menu away from me and leaned back lazily in my seat, seeming rather low on energy. I chose not to answer Lacey's question as the others did the opposite. It wasn't long before both Lacey and Violet went on to teasing Amber about the flirty waiter, much to her embarrassment. I began feeling a very annoying itch in the back of my mind as they babbled on, and had to focus on the ticking inside my head in order for it to go away. Finally when I succeeded in doing so, they too, seemed to stop talking about that waiter. Perfect timing, I think.

Violet then decided to scrub something off of her knuckles. Blood. I eyed her hand for just a moment before looking away again. She never learns, does she... Looking up at Amber, I caught sight of her noticing the very same thing I just did. Only a matter of time before she addresses it. I've known about Violet's little "vigilante" adventures for some time now, but chose not to address it with anyone here. That being said, I would have to eventually. Soon... Very soon... it might just get her killed... The girl in question hid her hand under her sleeve once more after pocketing the now slightly reddened napkin. No one else other than me and Amber seemed to have noticed, which was good. For now...

Violet then quickly downed one shake and instantly ordered another. It was clear she was hellbent on winning that dance... I never even had the chance to either accept or refuse the challenge in the first place. A younger Nate, before regaining these memories, likely would have accepted blindly... That was just the kind of relationship he and Violet had growing up. But that Nate was fake, and now gone. Sad as it was, it was the truth. And while none here seemed to know this truth fully just yet, the truth does often hurt... Violet then seemed to be deep in thought as she was working on her second milkshake. She had a rather worried expression on her face, until she lifted her head up from the shake and finally answered Lacey's question, with one of her own at the last moment.

Just then, I felt the tension around the table suddenly grow very thick. Most of this was coming from Amber and Lacey. I had no idea why this was, but it was clear that it had something to do with what Violet just said. Sensing the coming drama, I sat up as Amber eyed around almost panicking before announcing to the entire diner Violet's bloody hand. Great tact, Amber. Choose to focus on someone's issues in order to save someone else from confronting theirs. It was rather underhanded, but it was clear she felt she had no other choice. Amber would have talked about it with Violet in private later on anyway, but purposely chose to address it now instead. There are much better ways to avoid a topic, if that's what this is... Before Violet could dismiss this, Amber snatched up her hand, not letting her escape. Violet then quickly snatched her hand back and explained what I, and likely most of the others, already knew, and did so in a rather shrinking tone. It was clear she was very uncomfortable, and this was beginning to get me a little annoyed with Amber's deliberate timing. Violet then muttered a rather sad line, which instantly upset me deep down. Whether she did it out of protection for Lacey or not, Violet obviously had no way of knowing that there was a landmine in the room, much less what it took to set it off.

"That's enough." I said, looking at Amber after glancing at Violet for a second to see her turn her head away from me. The look in my eyes should have been clear to her that I knew she saw the blood well before she chose to address it. "We're not here to talk about stressful stuff like that. Like Lace said, we're here to drink milkshakes and have a good time, yeah?" After saying that, I gave Violet's leg a small, gently nudge with my foot from under the table as I finally got to work on my shake, drinking way more than I wanted to; almost half, which immediately started to annoy my stomach. Guzzling down something so rich was usually a bad idea for anyone, and I just did it merely to avoid any further drama.

And that's when something rather regrettable happened as I was drinking my shake; Lacey took it upon herself to donate Amber's number to their flirtatious waiter, which, for reasons unknown to me, made me choke on my drink, causing the contents within the glass to bubble loudly for a moment before I started coughing loudly. Banging a hand on my chest, I cleared my throat. By then, I was receiving a glance from everyone around the table. It seemed rather suggestive as to why I would have choked on my milkshake at that specific moment in time, but I didn't want it to seem like that, because it just wasn't true. Really. So I laughed it off with an small excuse. "Haha, guess I got too carried away with Vi's challenge..." I said, smiling innocently as I cleared my throat a few more times. "And, uh... As for the party, I'm not sure if I'll be able to make it. I might have work tonight, you see..." I answered Lacey. A good lie, as it offered more of a reasonable excuse. That being said, I doubted that it would make Lacey and the others back off... At least not right away. Giving another friendly smile, I turned away from the group slightly and took out my pocket-watch as a force of habit and looked at the time. It served as a calming distraction for me.

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❝From error to error one discovers the entire truth.❞

Amber wasn't surprised about Violet's reaction, pulling her hand away almost instantly. Actually, she hadn't planned on everyone else's reaction being negative as well, so her guilt thickened a bit. She knew it wasn't fair to throw Violet under the bus for the sake of distraction, but sometimes Amber got her priorities mixed up. It seemed like everyone already knew what had happened to Violet but Amber, and they told her to let it go. She wasn't very used to feeling rejected, even though that's not exactly what happened. Amber is a bit sensitive, and though she is smart in a way where she constantly wants to learn more, she lacks being able to understand everything without explanation. She got very quiet after Nathan and Lacy told her two, other than whispering the start of an apology. "I'm sorry I didn't mean to..." she trailed off though, getting cut off by Lacy's announcement of wanting a milkshake.
She listened to the conversation of alcohol, knowing she had no idea what they were talking about. She'd never really drank before, so she didn't really know what to think of it. She'd been to tons of parties and seen people getting drunk, and how they acted, but she herself had never done it. She was able to have a good time without anything helping her, her socialness made it easy to communicate. She didn't need a confidence boost, and she danced fine without it. Maybe at the party she'd try it.. But then again she'd still have to drive home. She debated for a few moments but Lacy had already called the waiter back over.
She couldn't help but fix her hair a bit as he came, and sat quietly with a friendly smile as Lacy ordered for the two of them.
"Hi, love. I'd love a peanut-butter and chocolate milkshake and Red over here wants vanilla. And, if you're interested, her number is..."
Amber blushed again, and said in an amused exclamation, "Lacy!.." and gently nudged her in the side. The waiter laughed a little, and walked away to get their order.
"Oooh, and some sweet potato fries. And don't forget about these guys!" The bubbly blond called to him. She then looked to Amber, who was still pink in her cheeks. For Amber, being as pale and modest as she was anything seemed to give her a little flustered color. She turned her attention to Nathan, who'd been choking a bit on his milkshake since the waiter had left. Her heart fluttered a bit, wondering if it was because of what Lacy had said to him. She watched him in slight hope, but to her dismay he blamed it on the contest with Violet.
"Haha, guess I got too carried away with Vi's challenge..." he confessed.
She felt a bit silly, even stupid for thinking it would've been because of her. Slightly disappointed she fiddled with her hands, chipping light pink nail polish from her left thumb nail. He and Violet seemed like a better match anyway, he talked to her more than he had to Amber. She sighed quietly, deciding the connection she felt with him might actually be all in her head, and not something that would ever occur. She brushed past it for now, not ready to let the idea fade. She kept it safe in her mind, maybe for later at the party. He might even save a dance for her too, right?
"So, you guys coming or what?" Lacy asked, excitedly. Amber knew Lacy always tried to get everyone together, and a party would be a great place for everyone to hang out together.
"And, uh... As for the party, I'm not sure if I'll be able to make it. I might have work tonight, you see... Nathan answered.
Not. He wouldn't even be going, so he wouldn't be able to dance with her. A bit more disappointed, she only brightened when she watched the waiter bring over their milkshakes and Lacy's fries. He looked as if he was about to say something as he caught Amber's eyes, but he only stared for a moment and gave her a sly smile as he was called by a different table. She hid her giddy smile this time in her milkshake, taking a sip through the straw. She could smell the milky drink, and it did bring back a memory. A strange one.
It was her, but not. Not her now at least. And she was sitting beside Nathan. But not Nathen.. They sat in a vintage looking booth, and wore strange clothes. The two giggled together, splitting a vanilla milkshake. They laughed, and things were easy. She felt a sense of closeness, but the image quickly faded.
She didn't know what it had meant, but her eyes glanced to Nate longingly, wondering what could possibly going on with everything now. Was it true that they'd lived before? And had been something? Or was it Amber's imagination, and she just had a silly crush on him. She pushed the thoughts away, if Nate had been interested in her she would've known if he was like the boy in her thought. It would've been more obvious..
Nathan wasn't even going to the party. She felt a bit odd now, debating whether she even wanted to go now. But, djing was important to Lacy, like the rest of her music career. And Amber wanted to support her. Maybe she would invite the waiter to go with her, considering she shouldn't waste her time feeling sad about Nathan who barely noticed her. She turned to Lacy, and said with a bright smile, "Well, I'll be going." she assured, then added with a suggestive tone, "maybe I'll invite our waiter as my date?" she mused. She tried not to look at Nathan's reaction, telling herself she didn't care. She stay focused on Lacy. "Will you help me pick out something to wear?" she asked, knowing Lacy was better at that kind of than Amber was. They often shopped together, and Amber rarely bought anything without Lacy's opinion.

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"Whoops! My bad!" one of the other boys called as they jogged past, snickering as Briton's knees collided with the asphalt below him. Knees bare in the first place, their flesh exposed by black gym shorts that ended a mere four inches above them, scraped into the rocky path which wound around the school solely for the inhumane purpose of forcing students to run around it until they collapsed. Briton of course, with such a lack of musculature, stamina, and on top of that, being an asthmatic, was, of course, typically the first to collapse anyway. This instance, however, wasn't a collapse of fatigue, but instead was cause by a moronic neanderthal crashing into him for no other reason than 'he thought it would be funny.'

Standing slowly - not for the reason of pain, but simply because he wanted to take his damn time getting the fuck up - he glanced down at the steady blood-flow trickling down his shins. It hurt - god it hurt - and it stung - it stung like a bitch - but his face was blank, and the expression upon it seemed only to say 'Welp, that stinks, I guess.' His stride was casual, as casual as it could be, as he made his way over to the gym teacher, who stood moronically unaware beside the doors to the gymnasium. He took merely a glance at Briton's skinned, raw knees, covered in small amounts of gravel and trickling blood steadily, and his eyes widened and his brows raised.

"Can I go to the nurse?" He asked plainly. His voice almost seemed to be bored, though perhaps it was merely tired. Tired of this bullshit class. Yeah, that was probably it.

"Shouldn't you be, like... crying on the ground right now?" The gym teacher asked, mainly baffled by the weakest boy in class holding a straight face through any injury, let alone having his blood being spilled. "Are you gonna yell out in pain any time soon or are you saving it for later?"

"Saving it for later," Briton answered, resisting the urge to roll his eyes. Disrespecting a teacher that could put someone in physical punishment hardly seemed the wise idea. "Can I go or what?"

"Can you tell me what happened first?" He continued to prompt. God, it was really just beginning to piss Briton off.

"You're the teacher. Shouldn't you know whats going on with your students?"

Briton simply walked past him. Blood was seeping into his shoe already, and the more he waited, the more blood he'd be dripping onto the floors. He didn't want to make a big scene, he just wanted to get this shit over with. Again, it crossed his mind whether or not the school board would notice if Briton hacked into the system and took himself out of gym class. Well, sure, they'd notice, but would they do anything about it is the question? He had a D in the class. A fucking D. Not an F, because how in honest hell can you get an F in gym, but not even a C, which is enough to slide by without questioning from anyone who took the time to look at his grades. Not his parents, of course, seeing as they rarely took interest in either of their two sons, but more so his brother, who seemed to feel the need to assume position as an irritating parental figure ever since a young age.

He stopped in the locker room first, grabbing his change of clothes - the outfit which consisted of skinny jeans and an OBEY brand t-shirt that he'd picked out this morning - and his back pack, seeing as he in no way intended to be returning to that god-forsaken class after visiting the nurse's office. He would have shuddered in the locker room, had shuddering been more his thing, at the memories of what had occurred earlier. Briton always made it a habbit to get to Gym early, so as to be changed by the time everyone else arrived, and risk less time being alone with any of them. Still, this left a little bit of time for them to harass him, and this time was hardly any different from any of the other times. Though, while it wasn't different, it was kind of... worse, today. Though the pain in his knees was enough to overshadow the soreness he still felt in his wrists from where the other boy had grabbed him, it was still there, and the darkened skin around the area - result of that behemoth grip - was proof enough. Grabbing wasn't the problem of course. Briton had been grabbed before, and even grabbed worse, but the problem... Oh god... was when that asshole thought it would be absolutely hilarious to try sticking his tongue down Briton's throat just for a couple of laughs. Briton had almost broken down at that, but still, he managed to hold it in somehow, squirming until the guy had let go and was off to joke about how Briton liked it with his buddies.

Morons. Assholes. Dicks. And yet, how was it fair that they would get to grow up and have normal lives with normal families? That they'd get to go to college and get jobs and leave this stupid little town? And what did Briton get? Sexual harassment and an imminent, early demise. How many times had he died now? He'd been remembering for quite some time, blame that perfect memory of his for even drawing in those memories from other lives, yet he'd never really bothered thinking about the number. There was the first time, of course... The second time, then, he fell... The fourth was was a rabid, stray mutt... And the other times were suicide. Not exactly a fun ride, and hell, not once did he even tell his friends a thing as far as coming out of the closet. No, he'd simply die again, a miserable, hiding little nerd, and possibly be the least important death out of the whole group. How he even maintained his relationship as their friend was difficult to fathom, but he supposed they'd just gotten used to him being around on a subconscious level. There were all pretty good people, after all, even if it was a trait that was very, very deep down in some of them. Sure, Briton trusted them, but not really enough to actually... tell them about anything.

Stuffing his clothes into his bag and slinging it over his shoulder, Briton quickly made way out of the locker room, down the hall, and immediately into the nurse's office. He paid little mind as she asked him to take a seat and quickly fussed about, cleaning up the blood with some cloths and spraying bitter, stinging anti-bacterial onto the scrapes. He couldn't take people fussing and making a big scene. What was getting injured like this as compared to anything else? It wasn't like his bones were sticking out, so why should he cry? Despite the nurse's prompting to stay and rest, however, as soon as she'd finished laying down the thick pads of gauze on his knees and wrapped them on securely, he was up, slipping into the bathroom to change into his regular clothes before walking briskly from her office without her even noticing enough to look away from the new patient who'd stumbled into the small room.

What do I do now, He mused, checking the time on his cell phone before stuffing it back into his pocket. Class was still far from over, but he sure as hell wasn't going back. The computer lab, perhaps? No, it wasn't really worth it. Who could say whether another class was in there or not, and after today's events, all he really wanted to do was go home. He skirted the halls for no more than a few moments before slipping out one of the side doors that exited into the parking lot, where his junk heap of a 1996 Camry sat idly. Might as well use it and get the hell out of here while no one was loo-

Briton pulled his cell phone from his pocket, opening up the new messages and biting his lip at the image on the screen. Milkshakes? Were they twelve? The more and more he thought about it, the stupider it sounded, too! He wanted to go home, to get away from people, but then again... He found himself hesitating with his hand on the car door for a while, shoving his phone back into his pocket and pondering the idea. Maybe it could get his mind off of things to at least hang out with his friends a little bit. Maybe they had something amusing to say that would make today's events pass into the back of his memory like all the other days. He couldn't forget, but maybe he could think about something else for a little while.

Sliding into the driver's seat of the car and tossing his bag into the passenger seat, he fished his keys out with no particular stress on the amount of time he was using up to do so. He was still on the fence. After all, he was just going to be sitting in the background with his friends, wasn't he? A little extra on the side lines that wasn't quite as important as everything else. Sure, he hardly minded being a background person, but was he really in the mood for it? And was he really in the mood to be all by himself, either... Sighing and leaning back in the seat, he stared at his phone again. There weren't any new messages, and he wasn't so sure he was interested in sending one back, but he wondered who else had decided to go, and who was already there. Maybe it was stupid to go. Maybe going home would be the smarter choice. After all, the last thing one needs for a good time is to bring the buzz-kill who can't keep up. They didn't really need him, did they?

Okay. So maybe he could just do a drive-by. Stop in and check it out, and if it seemed like he wasn't needed, he could just duck out of there, no harm done. Briton started up the car quickly, pulling out of his parking spot if not a little too cautiously. God he hated driving, but he supposed having it was more convenient than not. After all, where would he be if he had to walk everywhere? Well, perhaps he'd have built up a little more muscle or something, but that was certainly besides the point.

The drive down took barely a few minutes, what with how small this damn town was in the first place, and before long Briton was pulling into the parking lot. His friends' car was easy to spot, what with having seen it plenty of times before, and he promptly pulled into the empty parking spot next to them. Maybe it wasn't so much a good idea, after all. The knees of his jeans were starting to dampen and darken from the blood, having taken its time already to seep through the gauze, and it wasn't like he was going to be the life of the party or anything anyway. He turned the key, shutting off the engine while he looked down at the knees of his pants. They weren't too bad - the darkness of the denim hid the fact that it was blood - and it simply looked like he'd knelt down in a puddle or something. Maybe that had been why the nurse wanted him to stick around, but he didn't feel like it mattered. He'd just wanted to get out of there, go home. Why didn't I just go home? He wondered, slipping out of the car while he pocketed his keys. No need to lock it; no one was going to steal that junk heap, and he didn't care so much if they did. Today's been long enough as it is.

He wasn't really too surprised that when he entered the building, one of his friends, Amber, was already standing, saying something about going and asking Lacy if she'd help her pick out an outfit. What did she need an outfit for? But then again, Briton never really was well versed in anyone's reasoning for going out to parties, and that was probably what they were doing. Even if he wasn't, a good deal of his friends mingled with the popular people. Again, he wondered how he even maintained a friendship with any of them, but he supposed it didn't matter. At the very least, he could still call the people he'd spent all his lives with his friends.

"What? I miss the fun of milkshakes already?" He asked, eyes trailing the already standing Amber as he made his way over, grabbing one of the chairs from a neighboring table and dragging it to the end of the booth before plopping down and taking a look at the others around the table. Nathan, Violet, Charlie, and Lacy, though Briton was sure that Lacy would probably be leaving after Amber's prompting. No Cora, no Sam, no Paige, and no Oz. Briton felt his interest drop only slightly after the last one. "Can't say it's that big of a disappointment, but hey, hate to be late." He offered up a light smile, trying to make sure they understood the statement to be entirely lighthearted, as well as having come to the realization he hadn't even given them a smile yet. Yes, at the very least, it was nice to be able to say he had friends.

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Oz was having a decent day. Not a bad day, not really, given that there had been no tests or quizzes to bother himself with, but it wasn't a good day either for one distinct reason. Or, rather, one distinct person.

Leaning back in his desk chair, Oscar "Call me Oz" Glass watched his teacher flip through powerpoint slides, her voice enthusiastic if a little quiet. However, despite the low volume of her words, he was sure that no one missed a single syllable of her lecture. Dr. Birchfield had that effect on people, the dictator of the English department commanding attention with each grammatically correct word, her dread reputation as the sternest and most difficult grader in the entire school keeping the students in a perpetual mode of silence. Only the occasional squeak of a mechanical pencil sliding across notebook paper and the soft hum of the air conditioner served as background noise to her lecture. Not that Oz disliked the most infamous teacher in school, mind you. Oh, no, she wasn't the distinct person putting a damper on his otherwise lovely day.

"...Mr. Glass?" He blinked tiredly, staring up at Dr. Birchfield. She stood in front of his desk, arms crossed and eyebrow raised, sharp eyes staring at him expectantly. The gaze leveled on him would cause most students to quiver in their seat, to stammer out an answer even if they didn't know the question. Luckily for him, Oz wasn't most students.

"Sorry, Dr. Birchfield. What?" He replied in a mild tone of voice, ever-present bemused smile stretched across his face.

"I said, Mr. Glass, will Mr. Miller be joining us today?" Mr. Miller. Nathan Miller. Nate.

Ah. So that was it. Green eyes glanced at the empty desk to his right. That. That was the one thing that was keeping today from being a good day; the complete absence of his best friend. No phone call this morning, no text containing some manner of excuse, no nothing. It had been like this increasingly, the lack of Nate in his life, and no matter how understanding Oz might seem about it, it was beginning to wear on him.

"Sorry, ma'am, but your guess is as good as mine." The teacher nodded and continued on with her lecture, but now Oz was finding it harder to pay attention because now he could actively feel the lack of a presence next to him. Nate was his best friend, had been for quite some time, but... But sometimes it seemed like he was holding back, hiding something when they actually spoke to one another which was, depressingly enough, becoming an increasingly rare occurrence. Not that Oz was going to complain. As long as Nate was fine, he was fine. Or, at least, that's what Oz kept telling himself.

He forced himself to fall back into the tedium of taking notes on MacBeth, messy scrawl jotting down the bullet-points from the powerpoint slides. This, this he could do. As much as most people despised lecturing, Oz thrived in it if only because all he had to do was mindlessly take notes and nothing else. Which, really, sounded more than a bit lazy, but Oz was most certainly okay with that.

It was only after the bell had rung and he was in the halls being buffered on all sides by harried students attempting to make it to their next class that he allowed himself to check his cellphone. The screen glowed as he switched it on, the message icon blinking, begging for his attention.

Milkshakes? Really? A genuine laugh escaped his lips as he shook his head, weaving his way through the crowds with the practiced ease all Seniors eventually gained that set them apart from the underclassmen. He wasn't particularly surprised that a good majority of his friends were cutting class. It's just what they did, sometimes; it's just the way they were, especially since Senior year had started and given everyone a nasty case of Senioritis(with the exception, of course, of Oz if only because he'd contracted Senioritis basically since he'd started Kindergarten and had long since come to terms with it).

So, should he go? He considered the matter calmly, tossing it around in his mind. He could just wait, honestly, given that there was only around forty minutes of school left. On the other hand, it would be nice to see everyone together since they'd all apparently been trying their damnedest to pull apart, and his last class was just a T.A. position in the office. They wouldn't miss him; in fact, they might just let him leave if he asked. Well, it looked like he was going to go get a milkshake.

After popping into the office and waving at the secretary(who, luckily enough, didn't mind at all that he was leaving a bit early) he wandered out into the parking lot, down the familiar path to his parking spot, and was greeted by the sight of an empty space. Oh. Right. Mary had demanded to use his car to go shopping for college things since hers was in the shop, and he'd agreed, much to his parents' relief. No surprise there, really; there wasn't an argumentative bone in his body. Oh, well, it looked like he was walking to the diner. Fun.

Said walk wouldn't ordinarily be that bad. Oz was relatively fit, and Brookfield was a tiny town. He'd been wandering the sidewalks with his friends since they were kids. However, ordinarily he didn't have a heavy backpack bogging him down stuffed to the brim with binders and textbooks. By the time he arrived, beads of sweat were trickling down his neck and his back felt like he was carrying a boulder or something as opposed to school supplies.

The air-conditioned diner was a welcome reprieve as he dropped his backpack the moment the glass door had swung shut behind him, the filled bag smacking loudly against the tile as he dragged it the last leg of his walk over to his friends, an obvious group in the otherwise quiet diner. Well, it seemed like he was late to the party and, going by the food and milkshakes already spread out on the table, no one had bothered to wait. Not that anyone had to worry about him being upset by this; this was Oz Glass, after all, the boy who'd waited in the park half the night until someone remembered that they'd forgotten to tell him that the group meeting was off, and he'd only laughed it off with a goodnatured shrug.

There was Amber and Lacey, giggling and chatting like the teenager girls they were, Violet, Charlie, and even Nate(which was more than a little surprising given that he'd politely declined any invitation to hang out with Oz for the past week or so. He promptly convinced himself that that was absolutely fine) gathered around the booth. Even Briton had arrived before him, seated in a chair pulled up to the booth.

He ran a hand through his wild blonde hair leaving it somehow just as messy as it had been before. He loved his friends, he really did, but at time like these when he arrived late to the party, it was hard not to feel a bit insecure. Sure, they were his best friends in the entire world, and, in the case of Nate, his very best friend, but.... But was the opposite true? Did they feel the same way? He pushed that nagging thought back, tucking it away in the back of his mind where he filed away anything that tried to undermine his serenity. Now was time for fun and relaxation, not stupid worries that didn't even make much sense.

"Heeeeey, guys," He drawled out, only now getting his breath back from the laborious walk from school. Honestly, having this many textbooks and needing them all on the same night should be illegal. He finally grabbed a chair, and, pulling it up to the end of the table next to Briton, collapsed in it in a fit of comically exaggerated exhaustion.

"Well, I guess that I'm a delinquent now too. That means I get a milkshake, right?" It didn't quite matter why they were here or even why everyone had decided that today was skip day. The only thing that mattered was that most of their group of friends were actually in one place, an increasingly rare trend much to his disconcertion , and, of course, that he was getting a milkshake.

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Of course, Nate and Lace came to the rescue when Amber asked the damned question. And Lace even completely took away the tension from the whole thing, so Violet didn't even need to worry about the accusing eyes that she thought she would. There'd be explanations for the sickeningly sweet Amber, of course, but, well, that can come later. Vi will just do her best to put it off until then, for as long as possible, until maybe she loses the scent and goes after someone else's issue. Who knows, maybe it'd work, maybe not, but it's worth a shot. She really, really did not want to deal with people criticizing her way of life; the only thing Vi can really say she's good at. She gets enough criticism at home, and friends are meant for winding down and ignoring all the bad stressful shit with, and just in general having fun and pretending everything's perfect. That's how it goes for everyone, right?

She jumped a little when Nate touched (or was it a rub? Does he acknowledge me yet?) her leg, and couldn't help but glance back at him for a split second before turning back to her little comfortable void, absently nodding when Lace gave her the info on the drinks. And hard drinks it shall be, maybe this fiery girl can drink away all the crap and be back to her insane self by morning. After the goddamn hangover, of course, but that's not an issue until it comes. Vi can deal with it then. It wasn't long until Lace and Amber returned to their crazy giggles, but Vi wasn't in the mood for playing around anymore. She felt the familiar itch to go and beat the crap out of anyone she figured was remotely worthy of a beating, no matter how much she needed to stretch the justification. Talking to someone threateningly? Being mean to a girl? Forgetting to pay someone back money you loaned? Heck, even calling Vi an outsider right now would set her off. Too bad she left poor ol' Mustang in Amber's trunk- she'd have to suck up her pride and get it back before the party. The amp too, can't forget that.

Maybe I'm goin' the wrong way about this. Maybe...

Two things sort of happened at once. The waiter, that faintly cute but not Nate waiter, Lace practically yelled Amber's number to him across the diner, making her let out a little shriek. Violet felt tempted to join in, to make some sort of jeer at Amber, but on the other hand, she felt like making Amber feel a little worse before going back to normal. The other thing that happened was Nate's inopportune cough.

""Haha, guess I got too carried away with Vi's challenge..." Nate said easily.

Was Violet really that disgusting a girl that the boy she was friends with her whole life would suffer the rich sinking feeling of drinking too much of a milkshake, just to try and avoid dancing with her? That just wouldn't work at all, Violet really needed this dance with him to try and stave off her vigilante games for a while. Hell, she was looking forward to it like a little kid for her birthday party.

Hang on a sec. I'm not his childhood friend for nothing! He's trying to cover something up. But what could it be?

And Violet's suspicions were even more stoked when she heard that he had a job, or something, to do tonight, so he couldn't make the party regardless. Wouldn't he, as anti-social as he is, at least say so when she made the challenge? Sure, it was kind of spur of the moment, and out of the blue, but still. Nate had more than enough time to say he couldn't make it, before getting her hopes up for at least some semblance of a romance.

Fine then, I'll take you on.

"Yo." Violet said, face propped on her elbow as she looked sideways at Nathan. "Maybe I'll skip the party, huh? Where do you even work, I'll wait for you and we can just, I dunno. Hang out. Or do you not like my company that much?"

Then Briton Hadings walked in, the doll-like boy that both annoyed and endeared Violet at the same time, with somewhat of a limp, and everything else that's annoying and adorable about this pathetic, yet helpless little boy.

"You can have the rest of mine, Briton." Violet said with a little smirk, and pushing over her half-finished coconut shake when he was done dragging a chair over to their table. "Enjoy the indirect kiss, got it?" She waggled an eyebrow at that, playfully, trying to get a rise out of the boy and not sure if she succeeded or not.

Oz entered next, the second person to be late for all this, and also missed out on Amber's little show of tossing her under the bus. Vi absently waved at him and leaned over to whisper in his ear, mischievously grinning.

"Once you're done, Oz, what say we go stalk Nate? Figure out why he's so secretive and shit, whaddya say?"

She then sat back down, still looking at Oz.

"Our little secret, huh?"

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Character Portrait: Nathan Miller Character Portrait: Briton Hadings Character Portrait: Violet Haring Character Portrait: Samuel Westhouse Character Portrait: Lacey Harvelle Character Portrait: Oscar Glass Character Portrait: Charles Hill Character Portrait: Amber Breth

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Samuel Westhouse

Back out into the sweet fresh air, a sudden rumbling startled the youth. Not his stomach, but his phone, that ancient thing. It's vibrate setting was like an old console controller, with the ability to jerk and commit suicide off the table with merely one text. He had a limited plan, but it was no big deal. He rarely texted anyone anyway. Sometimes he did receive texts though. Like now. It was Lacy. He glanced through the short message. Milkshakes? Why not? Well, he wasn't going to drink one, but he needed a bit of a break from himself. Such breaks were becoming increasingly necessary, especially of late. His mind had once been such a quiet, calm place, but bleak blackness was quickly overtaking everything else within the wrinkles of his mind.

The phone was flipped shut and dropped back into his pocket just as Sam fell into an easy jog. He hadn't brought his bike today, and there was no way in hell he could drive anywhere. he'd never actually learned how to drive a car, which was just as well, because he couldn't afford to pay for gas anyway. Especially after he quit his job at that stupid fast food place down the road. Very quickly the faint exertion of his run took over, leaving him only able to think in simple thoughts.

Maybe I'm depressed? He contemplated. It was a possibility. But he didn't feel particularly down. Everything felt pointless, but he was okay with it, in away. He wasn't doing anything to remedy it. He wasn't complaining. He was fine. So maybe he wasn't depressed. Okay then, so what was wrong with him? The other members of the group probably hadn't noticed the change, he really didn't say much anyway, and when he did he rarely showed how he was really feeling. He couldn't go to them for help. They had their own problems anyway. he could see it in the corners of their eyes and the way they tried to smile and failed. Sometimes it was Lacy, sometimes it was Briton, sometimes it was Nate. Oftentimes he saw stress in Nate. He kept his thoughts to himself though. If someone needed to talk to him about what was bothering them he was more than happy to listen, and they knew that. He wasn't going to stick his nose in anyone else's business, and he expected them to do the same for him.

At the same time, he couldn't help but feel protective of the little group. They meant a lot to him, even if they didn't do much for him. There was a certain air of rightness about being with the group, one that ceaselessly pulled him in and helped him sort through the details. he didn't want anything to happen to any of his friends, and that feeling grew as they days passed, in conjunction with a horrible sensation in the pit of his stomach that told him that something very, very bad was going to happen soon.

As he made it to the little joint where an unknown amount of his friends were, Sam came to a halt. He registered The back of Oz's head disappearing into the place. There were two familiar cars in the small lot, so the group most likely wasn't complete, but close to being so. With his ball still hanging loosely, held only with one hand, he trotted into the place, letting his heart rate settle down. It hadn't been a strenuous jog, just enough to get his well oiled joints moving again. The constant itch to stay in motion lingered in the back of his mind as he paused in the door. Oz and Briton had chairs pulled around the booth where pretty much everyone else was sitting. He let another beat go by before moving over, his body as tiredly liquid as ever. despite his thirst for activity, he had an incredibly lazy appearance, sleepy eyes and tousled hair.

Sam snatched a chair, spinning it around and sliding backwards into it, following the lead of the other two boys. His soccer ball sat trapped between his chest and the back of his chair. "Hey guys." He murmured, folding his arms on the lip of the chair-back and staring interestedly at the group from his vantage point. No witty comment, nothing cute or smart, just him. Plain and simple.

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Character Portrait: Nathan Miller Character Portrait: Briton Hadings Character Portrait: Violet Haring Character Portrait: Samuel Westhouse Character Portrait: Lacey Harvelle Character Portrait: Oscar Glass Character Portrait: Charles Hill Character Portrait: Amber Breth

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Click! That was the sound of my pocket-watch snapping shut rather loudly, timed in to follow Amber's clear announcement of possibly asking that waiter out to the party that I didn't want to go to. I looked over at Amber out of the corner of my eyes for a sec before sliding back to face the table once more, a troubled expression on my face. This was starting to get annoying, because I didn't know why I was annoyed in the first place. Amber isn't...her... At least not right now... So why would I be jealous? That was when I figured it must be something else. Maybe that waiter simply didn't sit right with me or something... Either way, I chose to shrug it off once again. I had more important things to worry about than some troublesome waiter moving in on Amber. He wasn't even that good-looking if you ask me, so what was the big deal...? Whatever the case, it was a big enough deal to look nice for him... Amber was now talking with Lacey about what she should wear. Little did she know, it didn't matter what she wore; she'd look good either way.

I rested my arms on the table, with my fingers interlocked together, creating a ring made of my arms and chest, with my milkshake at the center as I took a few more sips from the straw of the rich treat. That's when Violet's expression suddenly changed into a very dangerous one. Well, dangerous for HER, anyway. This usually happened when I was in the room, and something devious popped into her head. And it almost always involved... you guessed it: messing with me. Not long after she thought it through, she derailed my plan to escape from the party invitation by offering to skip the party as well so that we could meet up after I'm done with work. Crap. She saw through it. Now it was obvious to me just how obvious I was being earlier at school. I should have never got up off the ground when Lacey called out to me... Oh well, only thing left to do is to try and persuade her otherwise.

"I love spending time with you, Vi, it's just that I've been real busy lately..." I said, giving her a smile before adding "Like I said; I might have to work tonight. I never know with my boss... So who knows? Maybe I'll have the chance to go to the party. I'll text you guys if I can." I said, glancing at a few others. Giving myself this rather weak get-out clause, I hoped that saying this would put in her head that she should leave it alone. I pat the back of her hand and get back to my milkshake, which was beginning to weigh on my stomach. Hoping this would be enough to make her back off... Right. This is Violet I'm talking about... I don't see her giving up on this so easily... As if on que, following in after Briton, who I greeted in response with a simple smile and a "hello", was none other than Oscar "Oz" Glass: Nathan Miller's best friend. I grinned at him and gave a greeting as well, while noticing how exhausted he appeared to be. Did he walk all the way here from school? Before I could ask, however, Violet leaned over to him and whispered something into his ear after giving Briton a playful comment. Just as I was thinking I might be able to persuade Violet to leave me alone for the night, a possible partner in crime decides to show up. No offense, Oz. Violet was unbelievably transparent during times like these... It was obvious that whatever she just whispered to him had something to do with me, and if she were to get Oz involved, it'd be that much harder to avoid this party, because it'll be that much harder to avoid getting caught in my lie... I hurried with a counter-measure by speaking sincerely to Violet.

"Look, Vi... Unless I catch a break later tonight, how about we just make plans to hang out some other time? Just the two of us?" I say, giving her a nice smile. The way I said it really didn't suggest much from the sound of my voice, but if Violet really did have feelings for me, she might have taken that as an invitation to spend some time with me alone on a more personal level; something she wouldn't be able to do at a party full of people. Truth was, we haven't spent any quality time together for a long while now... Same goes for Oscar, who I'm sure is starting to feel it annoy him in the back of his mind. Soon I would have to make up for all this, but for now, I'll start with Violet, who was currently acting as my most formidable enemy with this sudden tactic of trying to catch me with my foot in my mouth. Unfortunately for her, that wouldn't happen.

These people, as much as I love them, are always one of my greatest obstacles in trying to find a proper solution to our situation. Heh, the people I'm trying to save are the ones who get in the way of that more than anything else. Ironic, don't you think? Then again, it's my fault it's such a problem in the first place... Maybe if I had told them the truth a long time ago, they wouldn't be so hindering. Rather, they might be more helpful... But I can't do that. I can't bring them in on this... It's my fault. It's my responsibility to fix it. Even if it means I have to keep alienating my friends...

If my little ploy didn't work, and even worse yet -- if Oz decided to go along and help Violet trap me further, then I would find it relatively difficult to avoid either getting caught in my lie, or going to the party... If this happens, then I would be going to the party for sure, because Oscar can be very convincing, even if you know he's trying to convince you, and Violet was never one to give up if she finds a challenge in something. Or someone... Working together against someone like me, it was pretty much a given that I would be going to that Godforsaken party... Not that I couldn't just refuse flat-out, but then it would look even more suspicious after I tried to persuade her otherwise. It would just be too hard to avoid the party any other way... But I still held hope in that I was able to persuade Violet otherwise with my rather underhanded method of distraction, and that Oz would refuse to play Violet's game...

After my attempts at giving Violet something else to focus on, I couldn't help notice that the knee area of Briton's pants were soaked through with something rather dark. I recognized it instantly to be that of blood. Looking up at him, a little worried, I chose to keep quiet, just as I had with Violet's bloody hand. It wasn't my place to get involved in private matters like these if I wasn't asked... If it had happened right in front of me, however, then I would have no choice but to step in. Either way, Briton's bullying was beginning to aggravate me with each passing incident. This guy could never catch a break. Each life, he seemed to draw the short end of the stick, and it was all because of me that he was still going through it... I'm afraid that one day, I might just snap and make it stop. Once and for all. I know of at least three people who harass Briton for sure, and I'm certain they're the most common bullies in his life. This will become a serious problem after the last birthday, I'm sure... But until then, I'll let him choose how to go about revealing his troubles, should he ever.

Shortly after Briton and Oscar showed up, Samuel Westhouse popped into the diner and sat himself off to the side of the table. He looked the same as always. Calm, simple, rather indifferent towards most things, yet always there to greet his friends. Most would probably say that he was just keeping up with appearances, but if you actually knew him, that just wouldn't make any sense. There wasn't anything to gain from that in the least. Not for someone like Sam, anyway. He was one who, like me, chose not to get involved with someone else's problems unless they wanted him to. Sam was Sam, and that was something I admired about him. Him, along with every one of my friends, always gave me many good reasons to respect them. And they've never let me down once. Wish I could say the same about myself...

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Character Portrait: Nathan Miller Character Portrait: Briton Hadings Character Portrait: Violet Haring Character Portrait: Samuel Westhouse Character Portrait: Lacey Harvelle Character Portrait: Oscar Glass Character Portrait: Paige Parker Character Portrait: Charles Hill Character Portrait: Amber Breth

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Paige Parker

The sound of scribbling, turning pages, and a dry erase marker on the board filled the small math classroom. Everyone was doing their part, well everyone except one. Leaning towards the board, eyebrows furrowed and a confused frown on her face Paige sat in the front of the classroom. Her hazel eyes following every movement her math teacher made as she tried to take in what he was explaining.

Equations covered the board, though all of it looked like a foreign language to Paige.

A confused sigh escaped her lips as she became lost in the sea of equations floating adrift in the number's unforging water as she tried to reach the answer but failed. It never failed no matter how hard she tried, she could never grasp the concept of learning, not just in math, but in basically every subject. Academics just rejected her, to put it simply.

"Any questions?" The boring nasally voice of the balding man at the front of the class, brought Paige out of the state of her learning depression and back into his class.

Deciding on not sounding like a complete idiot Paige decided not to raise her hand, and instead avoided the eyes of her teacher. Looking over to the door, she caught a quick glimpse of Sam with his soccerball before he disappeared. The small glass window installed on the door no longer showing his image. Paige wanted to get up and follow after him, but the nagging voice of her mom and dad complaining about her grades kept her rooted to her chair.

Bitting down softly on the eraser of her pencil, Paige glanced back at the board to see Mr.Averil had erased the previous problems and was now starting on a new set.

A sudden jolt of vibration coming from her right leg made her jump causing a few eyes to turn to her. Blushing slightly she quickly pulled out her phone hiding it from Mr.Averil's view.

Milkshakes with Lacey and others, hmm sounds way better than school. Paige thought glancing at the clock and noticing only forty minutes of school remained.

"School's almost out, I wouldn't be missing anything important." Paige mumbled trying to coax herslef into ditching the rest of math.

Staring at the door longingly, Paige only had mere seconds to hide her phone before Mr.Averil passed her, setting something down on her desk. What lay on her desk made Paige re-think ditching.

A huge red D+ lay on the front of her math test, signaling once again the wall that was blocking any information from entering her brain had won again.

I'll catch up with you guys after school. Have fun :D Paige quickly texted back staring bitterly at the test before retunring the phone to her pocket.

"40 minutes that's all I have to endure." Paige grumbled unhappily watching as Mr.Averil returned to the front of the classroom.

With her backpack slung across her shoulders and her helmet on Paige set off for the famous milkshake diner on her bike. Getting there in a matter of minutes Paige quickly jumped of the thing hoping that everyone was still there.

Paige sighed relived seeing everyone there except Cora. Shrugging she bounced over to her friends.

"Sorry I'm late!" She breathed taking a seat next to Sam. "So am I the only one that has yet to order?"

Snatching the ball away from Sam, Paige smirked at him. "You should let me beat you sometime." She teased throwing it up in the air before catching it.

"I'm starving I think I may order something more than just a milkshake." Paige continued tucking Sam's soccer ball under her arm instead of giving it back. Dropping her book bag on the ground Paige caught drift of Nate saying something to Violet about a party.

"Wait there's a party?" Paige asked raising an eyebrow honestly feeling a little left out about not knowing.

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Character Portrait: Nathan Miller Character Portrait: Briton Hadings Character Portrait: Violet Haring Character Portrait: Samuel Westhouse Character Portrait: Lacey Harvelle Character Portrait: Oscar Glass Character Portrait: Paige Parker Character Portrait: Charles Hill Character Portrait: Amber Breth

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Seated as he was, surrounded by friends in the diner he'd been going to since even before he could remember, the familiarity of the situation was comforting, relaxing Oz as he slouched in his seat, any semblance of good posture vanishing as he reclined. The chair wasn't exactly comfortable- it was one of those garden variety ones that were good for a quick meal but not for comfort- and he could feel the sweat already drying on his neck leaving him feeling a little sticky. Still, chairs, sweat, and exhaustion besides, it was days like this that he lived for, a soothing routine to lull him into the falsity that everything was just how it had always been. The chorus of subdued hellos made it seem all the more normal. Well, as normal as there eclectic group got which was, admittedly, not very. All of them seemed infamous in their own way at school and, indeed, in the town for various reasons whether they be positive or negative, a mix of clashing personalities that somehow managed to be in the same room long enough for them to not all kill each other.

He didn't even bat an eye when Violet invaded his personal space, so close that he could practically feel her mischievous smile for that moment, instead leaning his head obediently towards her to catch her whispered words. It didn't take much effort to realize the subject of their little clandestine conversation; Nate. Violet and Nate had always been close and Oz and Violet's collective worry about him served as much as a bonding tool between the two friends as anything else. Admittedly, they worried about him in different ways. Violet was always the dynamic one, eager, or perhaps too eager, to act as soon as a thought flitted across her mind. Oz, on the other hand, was content to worry alone, to wait back and worry, much preferring someone to come to him if something was wrong rather than to poke and prod them actively.

It was still odd, however, that she was asking him of all people. In recent years their relationship seemed to be slowly unravelling for a reason Oz couldn't really fathom. He didn't know when it had started, even if he had a good inkling as to why, but the two no longer hung out by themselves, only when someone else (usually Nate for obvious reasons) was around. It had hurt, of course, but in the end, it was Violet's choice.

Still, despite their slightly strained relationship, the offer was tempting and he felt a lazy smile forming on his own face, eyes flickering to his best friend for a moment. It was as much an answer as any, given the circumstances. As passive as he was, Violet could practically just grab him by the wrist and tag him along with little protest from the teenager. Besides, maybe it was the time to be active for once in his life, and if had gotten to a point where Oz was agreeing to one of Violet's harebrained schemes, then this worry for Nate was getting out of hand.

"Our secret," He agreed, holding up a finger to his lips with a friendly little wink as she pulled away and he slouched again against his seat. Nate was talking to Violet now, offering a one-on-one hanging out session. Which didn't bother him, not really, he decided as he waved a waiter over(not, as it turned out, the cute one who had been getting everyone's attention today), ordering a strawberry milkshake to go(to go, of course, because this little impromptu get-together already seemed to be winding down of its own accord). Oz prided himself on being a low-maintenance friend like he was a low-maintenance son; it makes others life easier on everyone involved which held a satisfaction all its own.

Before he could speak again, others of their little friend group started filing in, Sam first with his eternally lazy expression belying his amazing athletic ability. No sooner had Oz offered him his own lazy greeting then Paige bounced in, finding her way to the table and snatching Sam's ball away in lieu of greeting.

He turned his attention away long enough to receive his milkshake, the styrofoam container doing a perfect job hiding the drink's chill, and had just taken a sip of his long-awaited milkshake when Paige asked about a party. A party? Oz scoured his mind, searching for any mention of a party, but he couldn't think of anything really. Maybe he hadn't been paying attention....?

"What party are we talking about?" He echoed Paige's words, head tilted to one side in a mild sort of curiosity. He wasn't really all that interested; parties were fun and all, but he'd be just as happy sitting around anywhere with friends.

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Character Portrait: Nathan Miller Character Portrait: Briton Hadings Character Portrait: Violet Haring Character Portrait: Samuel Westhouse Character Portrait: Lacey Harvelle Character Portrait: Oscar Glass Character Portrait: Paige Parker Character Portrait: Charles Hill Character Portrait: Amber Breth

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Lacey Harvelle

"The whole crew! Now, the party's started!" Lacey exclaimed and greeted all the others, a big and excited grin on her face. She didn't care what anyone had to say, didn't care about how much the more popular students disliked her choice of friends, or even how much her parents judged them. This group - this group right here - they were real friends. Granted, they were all very interesting yet different individuals. In another life - why did that leave her with a sinking feeling - none of them would talk. She and Amber would, definitely. Her and Violet, probably. But all of them as a whole? It wouldn't make any sense.

But now.

Here and now?

This made all the sense in the world.

Lacey released her straw with a "pop", licking her lips of the chocolate peanut-butter concoction. Her eyebrows rose with glee at Paige's inquiry and she picked out one of her fries before talking. "Well, as I was saying, Max is throwing a party tonight. It's gonna be awesome. I'm the DJ -duh, and there's gonna be drinks and dancing and fun. And everyone is requried to come." She directed her gaze at Nathan, Briton, and Violet especially. "Everyone. And don't give me no bullshit about work. Especially you, Nate. I take your excuses on a regular basis and tonight, you're gonna get loose. You're so frickin' serious."

It was no secret that Nathan and Lacey weren't the closest. They were friends, yes, but she always felt like Nathan always saw her as just Amber's friend or that bubbly blonde chick. And while she was bubbly most of the time, it still felt almost like an insult. She tried to include him in a lot of things - she really did. But he was sooo difficult. Still smiling so as not to feel like frowning and showing her inner turmoil, Lacey munched on a few fries, grinning at the taste of brown sugar.

And the whole both Amber and Violet wanted a little Nathan action was beyond irritating. Plus, it put a strain on Lacey's psyche. She was Amber's best friend. But she was also Violet's close friend and bandmate. Lacey didn't do triangles. Either you liked this person or that person. There was no in-between for her, which is why she hadn't honestly thought about her romantic relationships in awhile. This was high school. There weren't a lot of guys she could think of that would be interested in monogamous relationships that possibly would result in marriage or just long-time commitments. She might sound old for that, but it was how Lacey felt.

I'm over this high school shit.

"And you know I've got your back with fashion, tonight, Amber," she told the redhead, flashing her best friend a big and bright smile. "But I was kinda hoping that the girls - if you're all up for it - would just raid my closet. You guys know that I have clothes for days; I can find everyone something. We can make it a girl night and we all pile up in Amber's car." She tossed the boys' an unsympathetic but jovial smirk. "Sorry, no guys allowed."

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Character Portrait: Nathan Miller Character Portrait: Briton Hadings Character Portrait: Violet Haring Character Portrait: Samuel Westhouse Character Portrait: Lacey Harvelle Character Portrait: Oscar Glass Character Portrait: Paige Parker Character Portrait: Charles Hill Character Portrait: Amber Breth

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Pretty much everyone's here now. And with Oz; that guy who Violet really had no idea what to think of him or what to even say about to him; that... that guy in on the plot to pretty much either force Nate to give in and hang out with the at the party, or at least double-team stalk him to figure out why he's always hiding shit from the rest of 'em. Sure, it's true, Vi's real reason for all this was because she really really wanted that dance with him, but still. That doesn't mean she isn't worried at all about his distant behavior the last few years. It was troubling, of course it was, one day he was incredibly close with her; the next he almost completely detached himself. The only thing she can really think of is some sort of trauma, or something. Did he get beat up? Would that even make him turn into this hang out hater?

What if it was somethin' like when that bad guy took me?

She shivered, and refocused on the group. Samuel, was there, just being plain ol' Samuel, doing his little 'Hey Guys'. Totally and utterly neutral, and while they were in the same friend group, Vi had trouble trying to think of what's going through this guy's head. She's not particularly interested either, just thinking of him as the random guy that's buddies with pretty much everyone. And there's nothing wrong with that, right? She can't remember ever having a real talk with the guy, but, well, Vi has trouble remembering what she ate just this morning, so she doesn't really trust what's in that head of hers.

Nate's offer to have some private time together later was, to be honest, incredibly hard for her to resist. But, damnit, she didn't want time later, she wanted it now! Or otherwise, she wanted to get rid of whatever's bugging the hell out of her oldest friend, violently or however the heck you get rid of problems! He'd probably find a way to back out of it too. Despite all that, though, her heart fluttered naively when she heard him tell her that he loved to spend time with her. And well, he did love to hang out with her before. It'd be pretty damn awesome if those feelings were still the same, at least. But he doesn't even know her feelings forwards him, those tender and insecure feelings of what she thinks is love.

She felt the blush of doom and death approaching, and there's no way she'll show off that weakness. Especially not in front of Nate!

"Ehm, Nate, I- uh." She looked as if she was rattling her brain, trying to make it work again. "It's.. well, it's probably better f-for you to... erm, y'know... loosen up sooner than later... and... yeah. That."

Violet gave a self deprecating giggle, doing her damned hardest to keep the blood from flooding her cheeks, panic rising.

Not for the first time in her life, she wished she could confide in someone about what the rope guy did to her. And, not for the first time, she drove the thoughts away, almost violently. She turned her head towards her cheerful singer buddy, Lacey, who was explaining all about the party to the newcomers who didn't know, emphasizing on the rule that everyone was required to come, even chastising Nathan about his avoiding habits, something she hoped to hell that he got through his thick head. She then looked to Amber, and halfheartedly shook away the old feelings of bitterness towards her, regarding the beautiful redhead with a 'it's cool between us, okay?' grin. It's better if the fighting stays with the bad guys who deserve it, instead of between friends, anyways, right?

As usual, the vigilante thoughts grounded her back in tough chick mode.

"Lace! Hey, you remember that black top you lent me for the ACDC concert a few months back?" She asked Lacey animatedly, aggressively. "I call dibs on it. Amber, Paige, if you touch it, I'll smack you both!" She playfully pinched Amber's nose.

She giggled, and then, in her version of stealth, mouthed at Oz to keep the pressure on Nate while she was with the girls, and that she'd try to hurry to back him up once they were done outfitting.

Vi then bumped shoulders with Nathan smugly, with an 'I win, you lose" face, and laughed, with a slight hint of sadistic pleasure at seeing him squirm.

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Character Portrait: Nathan Miller Character Portrait: Briton Hadings Character Portrait: Violet Haring Character Portrait: Samuel Westhouse Character Portrait: Lacey Harvelle Character Portrait: Oscar Glass Character Portrait: Paige Parker Character Portrait: Charles Hill Character Portrait: Amber Breth

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Charles Hill

"If you say that to every living thing with boobs, playboy, doesn't that just make us all average? Be honest for once, and focus on Amber. She's the hot one, after all!" Violet said, a mixture of friendliness and bluntness coating her words.

"Oh come on Violet, I'm not a playboy I just know how to compliment woman." Charlie grinned at her response turning to look at her before continuing. "What would you say if I told you I'm not interested in her?" He winked at the her, but she seemed to have totally forgotten about him as she solely focused her attention on Nate.

Charlie rolled his eyes at the her, irritated at the lack of attention he was getting.

He couldn't help it, it was just apart of his personality. He wanted- no needed to have attention. If he didn't get it he felt empty, like apart of him was just not there.

I guess kind of like a puppy, always needing to be rubbed and played with or like a small child, ready to cry at any moment when not feeling the soft touch of someone else skin.

Sighing Charlie let his eyes roam around the small diner, everyone at the table all in-engrossed in their own conversation, paying little to no mind to Charlie.

The place wasn't all that big, it seemed kind of homely. From the dusty old corner filled with spider webs, to the old waiters, and waitresses he remebered from when he was a child. Of course there were new ones, like the one who was serving their table.

The young male was actually pretty handsome Charlie noticed, mentally kicking himself for thinking such a thing. Not now or ever would he ever admit the attraction he had for men. Yet another reason why he alwyas felt the need for a girl to be under his arm. During this time noone could accuse him nor would he have to admit the way he wanted to kiss a dude.

The young waiter smiled, making Charlie's heart flutter as he thought about that look the guy had on, being ment for him. That was until one of the girls started talking making him realize the dude was of course after one of the woman at the table.

His eyes landed on Amber as she blushed about something. Charlie watched her intently, she actually was quite pretty, he could understand why the waiter was interested in her. To bad for him, since she seemed interested in Nate, Charlie noted as he watched her repeatedly glance at Nate. The waiter walked away having no idea he would probably never get a shot at Amber's heart.

Charlie's eyes slowly drifted back over to Nate.

Charlie actually liked the guy. But, at the moment he wanted to ring his neck.

It seemed like two girls were basically tripping over each other to get to him and he didnt seem like he cared. Early on Charlie had noticed the way Amber looked at Nate like she just wished he would notice her, Charlie was starting become aware that maybe she wanted more than just a friendship from Nate. And it was obvious that Violet was also into Nate. She had practically told him, Nate was a complete idiot if he hadnt picked up on the hints. Yet still Nate hadn't made a move.

He had two beautiful girls after him and he couldnt even spare them the time. What was that important that he had to keep on ignoring the two?

Charlie sighed inwardly Nate was carelessly throwing away what Charlie wanted so badly.

"Sorry guys, no boys allowed."

Charlie looked up at Lacey, finally being awoken from his thoughts. Glancing around the table he noticed everyone had appeared, well except for Cora.

Running a hand through his blonde hair, Charlie straightened. His eyes fixating on one of his friends as he noticed something odd.

"Hey Briton are you okay?" Charlie asked a bit of concern seeping into his voice as he stared at Briton's knee. The damp spot on his jeans seemed to have grown a little larger from the last time he had looked over at him.

Before he could protest Charlie quickly shoved up his pant leg in one swift motion, his protectiveness starting to show its side as he looked up into the bright green eyes of his friend.

"This looks pretty bad, what happened?"

Blood was starting to even seep through the gauze. "Did you get this looked at?"

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Character Portrait: Nathan Miller Character Portrait: Briton Hadings Character Portrait: Violet Haring Character Portrait: Samuel Westhouse Character Portrait: Oscar Glass Character Portrait: Paige Parker Character Portrait: Charles Hill Character Portrait: Amber Breth

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Samuel Westhouse

Sam let his eyes wander silently around the table, resting his chin on the backs of his wrists. He had no urge to participate in whatever conversation was going on, he just let their talk wash over him. As usual, tension filled the gaps between words. Most of it was centered around Nate. Because everyone loved Nate. Most of the girls did, anyway. And it seemed to be a constant scramble for his attention. Well, Sam could see why, the guy was pretty much the focal point of the group, but he couldn't help but think how stressful it had to be to juggle all that. He was lucky, he didn't have many expectations put on him, which made it that much more difficult to let people down. His eyes wandered to Charlie, the boy who liked to be the center of attention. Sam was rather fond of him. He had character, and there was more going on upstairs than he let on. Right now he seemed to be somewhat distressed. Sam made to offer him a small silent smile when a whirlwind of a distraction tugged his attentions away.

Paige. Out of all the friends he had, Paige was his favorite, to be quite honest. She was slightly breathless, and she parked herself right next to him. Maybe it was because they had something in common. She was his link to the rest of them, even if Nate was the focal point of the group. She got a grin as she stole his soccer ball out from under him with her usual buoyancy. "Hey, if you beat me I'll let you win." He responded in turn, letting her keep possession of his ball. For now.

She was quickly distracted by the rest of the group. A party. Meh. he was apathetic towards parties. They weren't really his kind of thing. Paige didn't sound quite pleased to be left out of the loop though. In a matter of moments Lacy filled everyone in about Matt's party. Mmm, everyone didn't include him. He liked a little bit of company, but a party didn't sound very appealing, actually.

The giggling over Nate started up again almost immediately, from Violet's corner. Sam settled back down into his chair, rolling his head towards Page to see her reaction towards the prospect of a party. Things began to fall back into the usual when Charlie spoke again, his voice more worried than usual. Was Briton okay? He turned his head immediately to see what was up. Briton got pushed around a lot, it was no secret, but something had happened that was bad enough to elicit such a response from someone. That was not good. He'd always been a bit protective of his friends, but it had become a stronger, more uncomfortable feeling of late. A constant worry. Which was what made him straighten immediately when he saw blood.

There was gauze, and there was blood soaking it. He'd torn his knees up. It was relatively fresh. He must have gone to the nurse to get it fixed up. But it wasn't enough, obviously. Sam chewed on his bottom lip. Briton was a strong kid. He liked to take care of himself. Sam got that. But that much bleeding... And Charlie had already brought it up, he should offer aid. He unfolded his arms and pulled his bookbag off. Contrary to illusion, it didn't have any books in it at all. No, it had more useful stuff like tape in case he twisted his ankle or his knee in the woods, lightweight painkillers, butterfly closures, a flashlight, all kinds of stuff that he'd managed to scrounge up over the years. He took care of the damage he did to himself by himself. Hospital visits were costly, and learning to dress a wound was invaluable.

He rifled through the bottom of the bag, where most everything was jumbled up, and produced a handful of items wordlessly. Half a role of gauze, the rest of which had been used a few months back when he'd gotten a little bit too into his game of wall ball and slid a couple feet across the pavement on his shoulder, the last of his joint tape, which did a decent job of keeping things in place, and a bottle with five aspirin left in it. He left his loot on the table and sent a sideways glance at the small blonde boy.

"If there's still any rocks in them, use rubbing alcohol before things start to close. Hurts like hell but it works. Mine was confiscated though, sorry. " He said, zipping his bookbag back up and returning it to his back before laying his chin back on his hands and letting his eyes fall back to their sleepy medium. He didn't take his eyes off Briton though.