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Lateefah Hart

"First of all, you don't know me."

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a character in “The Devil You Know”, as played by chanelindistress

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L A T E E F A H
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☽ β€œYou get use to someoneβ€”start to like them, evenβ€”and they leave. In the end, everyone leaves.” ☾

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✦Fᴜʟʟ Nα΄€α΄α΄‡βœ¦
Lateefah Peyton Hart

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Tee or Tee Tee {Most common; grudgingly accepts the latter} || Hart {Common; detested; used by acquaintances}

✦BΙͺΚ€α΄›Κœα΄…α΄€Κβœ¦
November 6

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✦Oα΄„α΄„α΄œpα΄€α΄›Ιͺᴏɴ✦
Assistant to the A&R Assistant for Stones Throw Records in LA || Free-lance artist

✧Sᴇxα΄œα΄€ΚŸΙͺᴛʏ & Mα΄€Κ€α΄›Ιͺα΄€ΚŸ Sα΄›α΄€α΄›α΄œs✧
Pansexual

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From when she was young, Lateefah had always pushed past stereotypes and come off as this edgy young woman with a slightly feminine style. The feminine sometimes being overshadowed by the rocker chic clothing items she adored, despite being the model public relations director of their student government association that she once was. Some days she would be in a plaid flannel shirt because she was painting, other times with a Ramones top because that was the band she was listening to at the moment. Standing at five feet and four inches, she wouldn't call herself a conventional beauty, but a beauty is what she has always been known as with her slim frame that holds hips that are wider than her bust line and somewhat shapely thighs. While she is still as intimidating as she once was in high school and definitely still the tough one, back then it had always been easier to ward the unworthy off with her nose piercing, double helix and belly button piercings, uninterested hazel eyes, and assortment of protective hairstyles such as box braids and faux locs. Now, however, though she still occasionally favors those cherished childhood styles, Lateefah has grown into an appreciation for dark, yes, but tastefully sexy, feminine and sometimes artsy clothing items and even wearing her own natural curls out.

✦Pᴇʀsα΄Ι΄α΄€ΚŸΙͺα΄›Κβœ¦
Back in high school, it was easy to assume that Lateefah was always acting hard and acting angry, none of it ever truly serious. But she actually was those things - to some extent. Just definitely far more unstable and wanting than she ever gave off. You see, she had a role to play: as a founding family member's daughter, she was supposed to be an exemplary student, which she was. She was supposed to have the good grades and the good rap sheet, which she did - after her grandmother cleared it up. She played her role well; she was just contradictory with it. While she maintained a close-knit friendship group for years and genuinely adored her friends, she was relatively closed-off to everyone else and sometimes even to those loved ones - oftentimes proving to be the fiercely protective one willing to throw a few punches in someone's defense, but also non-emotive to the point that the only outward representation - other than the smart-mouthed and sometimes biting words of endearment - of her actual feelings could be seen in the sometimes dark artwork that covered her bedroom walls. While she was on the cheerleading team since she was young, she also was the one blasting eclectic music ranging from punk rock to neo-soul and afro-futuristic.

Lateefah perfected being more than one thing, even if a lot of the times she felt lost in performing in the ways she knew would keep her father happy. She was independent, definitely, and rebellious in that despite doing all of the things she was supposed to, it wasn't rare to find her out partying late night, mocking the very cheerleaders she had to spend time with and drinking away the disdain for what she thought was a dishonest life. She was the one who knew her appeal, knew what a certain kind of hooded gaze from her could do to someone, and loved it. She loved sex, even when her grandmother had an issue with it and had her feigning disinterest until the lights went low or a certain person caught her eye. To some, she had seemed bitchy and like she thought she was better than everyone else - especially with her disinterest in dating any high schooler unless she deemed them "special" enough - but for her friends, they knew her as loyal and just guarded with her heart, oftentimes unable to truly open up and let herself be cared for by them (or anyone) fully for fear of being left behind.

And she still is guarded, maybe even more so than before in light of everything that has transpired. And maybe just a little bit lost, even though she's loathe to admit that to anyone who isn't a longtime friend. Because she left to follow what was supposed to be her dream, Lateefah has stayed true to that sarcastic, genuinely compassionate and hopeful person, but it has been hard to maintain that hopefulness when faced with disappointment after disappointment, and abandonment after abandonment, resulting in her returning home more lost and feeling more alone than when she had left. Back then, she had sworn she was misunderstood and while she appreciates the realization that she can't continue on living and performing as everyone else expects her to, not to mention the comfort she's found in her sensuality when she was shamed for it when she was younger, Lateefah's silent wish is that this trip home reminds her of the girl she had been back in the day: the one her friends had always believed to be strong and perfectly capable of taking the world by storm. Because she's pretty sure she lost her in the town's only hospital on the table when she let them take her baby.

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contemporary & alternative r&B, neo-soul, rap, punk & indie rock music || horror movies || hot cinnamon tea || painting || vinyl records || driving with the windows down and the wind in her hair || rainy nights || charcoal sketching || black cats || Mexican cuisine || shea butter || crushed ice || chocolate chip cookies

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stereotypes & labels || being the one who is left || dishonest art || coffee || smoking || crying in front of people || conformity || ice cubes || formal dinner parties or events she has to really dress up at || frozen waffles

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tends to get a paint or charcoal smear on her face at some point during the day || always has music playing no matter where she is, even if only through earphones || has a resting bitch face || tends to smell like cinnamon on a regular basis

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In lieu of her father's MIA status during her senior year and her English professor at the time being the main person she felt comfortable talking to, Lateefah began a secret relationship with him, not knowing that his fiance lived in the nearby city. The relationship lasted for five months until her grandmother caught them at a hotel room and while he lost his job, Lateefah had been under the impression (because she found out about her pregnancy a week ago) that they were going to be together. But to save him from being exposed publicly in the town and subsequently thrown in jail for messing with a minor, she went through with the abortion her grandmother demanded. To make matters worse, when she finally did graduate and went to his address, she officially met his fiance and had to deal with the reality that nothing she thought they had was real. On a less important note, Lateefah has been in a threesome and she's had a longtime crush on one of the friends in the group.

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Considering the fact that her father had gotten involved with a woman he wasn't supposed to ever get involved with in the first place, it should have come to the surprise of no one - but especially her paternal grandparents - that Lateefah was going to be a bit of a difficult child. If you let her tell it, Lateefah wasn't that bad of a child and to some extent, she is correct in that assessment. She may not have been always cut out for the proper child of one of the town's founding families who had military affiliations, but she had been more willing, for a time, to wear pretty dresses and stand behind her grandmother and be quiet when instructed. She just happened to also wind up dirtying the dress up by the end of the day or night because she had rough-housed with the boys. She may not have liked the traditions of the town when she had to dress up, but she did them anyway. She didn't have to like all of the subjects in school nor enjoy the countless activities her grandmother volunteered her for to keep Lateefah out of trouble, but she did them all anyway and performed rather proficiently if her grade point average had anything to say about it. Leave it to her grandmother and Lateefah has been nothing short of a headache since she turned twelve, and she misses the docile girl she was when she was still learning to navigate the big, big world. To be fair, it all started with her mother.

Lateefah's mother was a black artist who had flitted in and out of town in the same manner of ease that the wind does, and she had been a breath of fresh air to her soon to be boyfriend and baby daddy. But Lateefah would have never known that. No one ever really talked about her much. Her mom was never a favorite of her paternal grandparents and the feeling was mutual. However, when she gave birth to Lateefah and realized that she couldn't settle for the small town life and be what this sweet boy wanted her to be while he went out on tours in the army, she hardly put up much of a fight when it came to relinquishing parental rights over Lateefah. As a small child, Lateefah hadn't thought much of it, but as she grew older and wanted to see the face she was told she favored more than anyone else's, she felt the loss keenly. So much so that by the time she became a teen, she did everything in her power to establish a connection to a woman who had left her seemingly without so much as a hint of remorse, much to her grandmother's chagrin.

She spent the majority of those pre-teen and teen years straddling the line between being what was expected and being what she wanted, oftentimes receiving mixed reviews from those whose opinions mattered most and those who she could honestly care less about. Lateefah was a cheerleader even though she declared that she hated it from time to time, she was an artist who rarely used color because the lack thereof symbolized the growing, cacophonous internal dissonance of her soul, she listened to music she knew her grandmother did not approve of in their "good Christian home," and she still made time to volunteer in green initiatives and the like - she just also happened to arrive with either earphones in her ears to drown out the surprised endearments for her presence or slightly hungover from nightly activities her grandmother frowned upon, or both. All of this she did, in a way, because it was actually who she was - rebellious even in her compliance, angry and lost and hurt, even in her silence and seeming indifference. But also because these things connected her to the person who began the trend of leaving Tee behind when she was too young to understand that she was being abandoned.

By the time she was fifteen, however, she had gotten used to it. The one thing she and her grandmother agreed on was that her father needed to stop going overseas. He needed to go ahead and retire and stay home. Her Grams might have wanted it so he could one day become mayor or something, but Tee just wanted him home, with her. He had said that the last one he did during the second semester of her junior year would be the last. It was...it was also the last time Lateefah ever saw her father again. She knew the second the men came to her home bearing a flag, but she had numbly called for her grandmother anyway and stole a bottle of scotch from the cabinet to cry into in the solace of her bedroom. That entire summer was spent with sympathetic platitudes and bullshit from people Lateefah was sure didn't even like her family, which she told them, but no one liked her anger. Least of all her grandparents. So, when she received a genuinely kind word from a young man who was to be the new English professor at their high school, it began a whirlwind of emotions Lateefah hadn't been prepared for, especially given that her only other real relationship - the four others having just been sexual encounters - was when she was ten and there's only so much of a deep connection one can make in the middle of shared sour gummy worms and wet kisses that had no type of finesse.

Unbeknownst to Lateefah, the man she had begun to fall in love with was already engaged to another - a shaky relationship, but a relationship nonetheless. But she seemed brighter and instead of her friends thinking that she was just being moodier than normal, Lateefah had gone back to normal. Or at least, her already seemingly moody normal, but with verbal jabs that ended on easy grins and fond annoyance that only a friend could deliver. But they were careless. Her grandmother had followed her one night to a nameless motel outside of town and threats had been made. At the end of the day, while it would be an embarassment on the Hart family name and reflect poorly upon them, her grandmother knew her well. Lateefah cared, "fancied herself in love, even though we both know she's a just a little girl," as the woman had said. And it meant that Lateefah cared more about how that would reflect on him; they began when she was but seventeen. Even if it was only recently that they began, it could be said that she was manipulated, especially given her father's MIA status. He didn't quite get fired, but he definitely left...left Lateefah to get the abortion she had cried the entire way through. It would have been one thing for everyone to know that she had gotten involved with an older man that all the other kids had been entrusted with - how could their parents trust that he didn't try anything with their kids? Tee knew it wasn't like that, but that was how it could be spun. They didn't need to know that this sometimes model student - a mentor, occasionally, in her senior year - had also gotten pregnant. And once again, a third person had left.

So, she left. The girl who was supposed to go to a nearby university and go to school for business management, maybe something in audio engineering since she loved music and always planned to be the designer behind covers for albums and the like. It probably wouldn't have hurt so bad that this man she thought had loved her had left if she didn't eventually meet his soon-to-be wife when she decided to include him on her journey. Lateefah hadn't stayed there long. She had already been looked at for an internship in Los Angeles and so there she went, and has been since. An assistant to an assistant, as she is so often reminded. Dissatisfied, but at least she got to be a part of the "leaving Lateefah Hart behind bigrade." She just doesn't know if losing a part of herself was worth it, especially since she hates her job and doesn't feel connected in the music process like she always wanted. But now she's come home again, but for a funeral - because another person just had to leave her again, huh? - but now it's for longer than she thought, which her Grams would love to take advantage of. Which Lateefah should take advantage of. But something tells her this won't all be for good for long.

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So begins...

Lateefah Hart's Story

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Character Portrait: Rebecca Cruze Character Portrait: Lee Romero Character Portrait: Lincoln Cole Character Portrait: Willow Henderson Character Portrait: Lateefah Hart Character Portrait: Tallulah Ashmore Character Portrait: Heather Swan
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xxx"now it's four in the morning
xxxi'm just trying to find myself.
xxxwhat the hell did i do?
xxxi'm the life of the party."

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A few days after the funeral, a day or two after they’d all been interviewed. It had been an intense few days, and they all needed to let off steam. So somebody had thrown a party. A mutual friend, a friend of Sarah, the girl who had been murdered. She’d been such a wonderful person, one of those people who’s always looking out for everyone else, who had been involved in pretty much every club going. Turns out she’d been hooked on prescription drugs. That hadn’t been what had killed her- it had been revealed that it had been a murder, that she’d actually been in a rehab programme to get off the drugs.

At first, it had been quiet. Chill. Mostly just a chance for everyone to talk. But now it was starting to liven up, to become an actual party. The alcohol was flowing, but it was still at that nice point where things were still fun, and nobody was messy drunk or out of control. Everyone seemed to be having a good time.

Everyone, that was, except for Lee Romero. The anxiety was starting to creep in as it started to feel more and more like... those parties. And his anxiety had already been at a higher level than usual what with the brutal interrogation from the police. Well. It hadn’t been that brutal. But it had been intense and unpleasant and it had been with the same police officers he’d gone to about Neil, the man who had manipulated him and forced him to have sex with strangers. At first, he thought they were going to tell him that he had been released. Instead, he’d been questioned. He hated it.

And now, for some ungodly reason, he was at a party. He hadn’t even ran into anyone he knew yet. He was just standing there, clutching a drink, and wishing he was somewhere else entirely. What if a... client showed up? What if nobody he knew showed up? What if Neil had gotten out and he showed up?

But he couldn’t bring himself to leave. He took another sip of his coke and waited. Half an hour. If nobody showed up, he could leave after half an hour.

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Character Portrait: Rebecca Cruze Character Portrait: Lee Romero Character Portrait: Lincoln Cole Character Portrait: Willow Henderson Character Portrait: Lateefah Hart Character Portrait: Tallulah Ashmore Character Portrait: Heather Swan
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xxx"So come and taste the reason
xxxI’m nothing like the rest.
xxxI'll kiss you in a way
xxxyou’ll never forget about me."

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EARLIER THAT WEEK:

β€œSo honey, when we going to break out those handcuffs you have there and have some real fun?” Rebecca said to the police officer guarding the door, with a smile and wink to the officer guarding the door out of the interrogation room, not getting much of a reaction besides a chuckle. She changed her smile to a frown/pouty face. β€œYou’re no fun. And if this is about a parking ticket from years ago, isn’t there a statue of limitations for that?” Rebecca asked, getting up from her chair and fixing her hair in the mirror which she knew was a window on the other side. She had asked numerous times about why she was brought here, but they refused to tell her. She had only been back in the states for a couple days, and hadn’t yet bought her ticket home. She wasn’t entirely sure how long she would stay in town, she had gotten a couple weeks off from work so she wasn't too worried.

The door opened, and two detectives walked in. β€œMiss Cruze, yo-β€œ Rebecca quickly interrupted the man talking. β€œPlease darling, call me Rebecca, or later.” She said obviously flirting with him, and going back to sitting in the chair, putting her legs on the table as she took off her heels. If this was about parking tickets, she was going to try to sweet talk her way out of it. β€œAs I was saying Miss Cruze, when was the last time you visited Roseville?” He asked as he sat down putting a folder onto the table. β€œWell, honestly, not since I left a while ago and moved to London. Lived there ever since.” She answered the one of the detective’s questions β€œHow would you describe your relationship with the victim.” Abigail had a puzzled look on her face. β€œThe victim? You mean Sarah? I guess you could say we use to be close. We slept together once but her at time girlfriend didn’t appreciate it, and Sarah blamed me for it, saying whatever she could to keep her girlfriend from breaking up with her, including some harsh and NOT true words. She keyed my car when I went to leave the apartment, that bitch." Rebecca paused a second. "But we patched things up before I left, we were good friends. Wait what is going on here?” As she finished the detectives slid the folder and opened it up. Rebecca gasped, and some tears came down her face. β€œMa’am, you are being investigated as a possible suspect for the murder of Sarah Green.” And the interrogation began.

PRESENT TIME:

All around was upbeat music playing, people reconnecting, having a good time. The whole atmosphere of the whole house was very high and happy. Rebecca leaned back, reaching for her drink with one hand, and the other holding herself onto the lap of a male β€œSo you’re from England? I love brits” The man, which Rebeeca was sitting in the lap of, said. ”Oy yes. I live in London, right by the royal palace.” She replied with a giggle and a very, very bad English accent. Somehow this guy heard that Rebecca flew in from London and wanted to know more, so Rebecca took this chance to make out with a moderately attractive guy. Plus it would be fun to do a bad English accent.

Rebecca gave him a light kiss on the cheek after finishing the rest of her drink. β€œI’m going to go get more of this American beer you yanks drink.” She said as she got off his lap and walked away from, debating with herself if she would go back to him, or find another person to β€œtalk” to, a lot of people were here and Rebecca was having a great time, she really did miss this place. Especially her group of friends she had back then.

Rebecca had not seen any of them since she left all that time ago, even at the funeral she stayed at the back. Lee, Heather, Lateesha, Willow, Link, Tallulah. All the adventures they’ve had. That time Rebecca jumped off the roof of the school into a ball pit because of a dare from Lincoln, competitions with Lee to see who kiss the most people in a row without being stood up, to drunk make out sessions with some of the others, and much more adventures. Rebecca felt guilty and terrible for leaving, but she had to, she could barely stand this town after what happened. She couldn’t even drive down the road it happened, always taking a 15-minute detour around it.

As Rebecca looked up from the cooler, someone immediately caught her eye across the room, standing there awkwardly. "Lee!?" She said outloud, she hadn't seen Lee since she left for London. She walked over and wrapped her arms around him in a hug, kicking one of her legs back as she hugged him. "I'm glad to see you again. How have you been?" Rebecca asked as she stepped back after hugging him, with a smile on her face.

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xxx"for all the light that i've shut out,
xxxfor all the innocent things i doubt.
xxxfor all the bruises i've caused and tears.
xxxfor all the things that i've done,
xxxall these years."


"So, Mr. Cole, you were one of her last contacts in Sara's phone before her death," the investigating officer asked a pretty pissed off looking Lincoln. His brows furrowed as he looked up towards the man. He had been in rooms like this before. Getting caught stealing from stores for his brother and himself to live. Speaking of which, he needed to see Henry. The man felt guilty about not seeing his brother in such a long time. Aside from that point, Lincoln would look angrily towards the officer. "She had called me to check up on me, aside from her addiction issues in the past, her and I were a close as children. She helped me with my younger brother sometimes. I had to check up on her, she was doing fine. Give me a lie detector test if you want, but before I answer anything more I know my rights. I want a goddamn lawyer." Lincoln spoke in a calm manner, despite his angered appearance, he would then give a smirk to the officer and lean back in his chair.

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After being irritated by the pigs of Roseville for around an hour, who harassed him as a teen. He would be making it towards the house where the party in Sara's honor. Hopping on his baby, he'd rev up the engine and make his way down to the party. Trying to ignore the small hope that a person he fucked up with so bad was there, so he could possibly make amends. His eyes focused on the road he'd reach the party hearing music play softly from the house, so he was late. Link was never on time. He hoped Tee had made it safely to the party, even though they lived together in Cali, they simply made their own ways of getting to Roseville.

Stopping his bike on the street, he'd get off the bike and begin to walk in. Immediately, Lincoln was greeted with a wave of hellos from previous teammates from the football team, and girls would wink at him. Some had given him condolences on his father, he accepted with fake smiles, but he was truly happy the bastard was dead. As he walked deeper into the crowd his eyes landed on a dark-haired boy, that Lincoln hoped for his safety that he'd never see again. Quickly looking away he'd focus his attention on some girl who was dancing in front of him, and he would just move along with the rhythm. Just down a few drinks Cole! Don't be a pussy, high school is done and over with he's probably forgiven you!! he thought before he would move away from the woman and move to the drinks. After downing a few cups of whatever alcohol they had, he would make his way towards the duo in the corner. As he did, he'd hang onto Rebecca and begin to giggle. "Heyyyyyyyyy!" he slurred as he stumbled and giggled again.

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Never let it be said that Lateefah didn't try to make people happy.

If you had left it up to her, she would have been on the next flight back to California, regardless of the sinking feeling in her gut, alerting her that it might not be the best decision. It was kind of ironic. The same town she had clamored to get out of years ago seemed more like relief to her than the sunny state she was leaving behind. And in the midst of a funeral at that! Yet and still, she had stayed, mostly because - for the first time in her life - she and grandmother agreed on something: it would be too suspicious for Lateefah to go back to California after the interrogation earlier today.

"It seems like you and Sarah had left on bad terms," the police offer had said, trying so hard to sound cryptic and threatening. Lateefah had just stared at him, face blank. "You make a habit of leaving things like that, Miss Hart?" Lateefah had fought the urge to laugh in his face, but soldiered on - straight-faced - to tell him that unless she was being charged, she was leaving and would not return without a lawyer. To be fair, she and Sarah had left on bad terms, bad enough that it left the deterioration of Tee's friendship with Lee look like a lovers' spat. Sarah, Lincoln, and Lateefah had known one another since they were children, and while Link was able to look back with fondness on their relationship, the one Lateefah had with the girl had been tumultuous at best. There was a kind of love there that enabled Tee to feel the ache of Sarah's permanent loss, but while others remembered her for being sweet or the allusion of being sweet, Tee remembered the head cheerleader. The one who bitched about any and everyone behind their backs, but retained her snake-like debonair charm the second a classmate was in their midst. The same one who loved the idea of having friends, but having them in the ways she wanted them. Sarah had never been truly bad, but Tee had never considered her as good as everyone else either. Especially after she revealed that it was her who had told Lateefah's grandmother of her affair - and all because Sarah had wanted him first.

Needless to say, though, Lateefah hadn't killed her. Hadn't even been close enough to Roseville to consider doing it and she damn sure couldn't stomach it. She and Sarah had gone back and forth with ignoring one another until a month before her death. At that point, Lateefah had blocked her number. It still meant she couldn't make any sudden moves, so Tee had been prepared to throw her clothes off and lounge about in her old bedroom with her Netflix and some Chinese...until her grandmother had pouted about her morose mood and the sullen attitude of the entire town. How her grandmother knew that there was a party for young adults happening was beyond Tee, but after five minutes of pouting, she grabbed her keys, her leather jacket, and rolled out without so much as a goodbye.

She was loathe to admit it, but the party wasn't that bad. Lateefah was sober, clutching a cup of crushed ice she had gotten from the ice maker instead of the buckets of ice that had much larger chunks inside that she was casually chewing on, the flavor of the sprite beneath it adding a sweetness to her tongue that she could appreciate a lot more than any alcohol at the moment. She would have turned to the dining room of the home where old friends and classmates were hanging out, but then she spotted three very familiar faces. Faces she wasn't ready to see nor deal with, which was why she turned right instead, going down the hallway and making a quick left to the living room. She lived with Lincoln, so it wasn't a problem, and Tigger was always going to be Tigger. A refreshing glass of vivacity and cheeriness that made Tee want to smile. But Lee...Lateefah just didn't have it in her to pretend at the moment, especially not when she'd already warded off any attempts at getting to know her life away from Roseville. So, she whipped out her friend to see about a friend she actually wanted to see.

To: Willow
pls tell me i didnt come 2 dis party 4 u not 2 come

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She had probably gotten away the lightest when it came to her interrogation. One of the police officers interviewing her had been following her on social media for a while, and so went easy on her. Willow had an airtight alibi and had ended up spending half an hour talking to them about her work and how her classes were going. Calling it a pleasant experience was stretching it a bit, but it hadn't been that bad. She'd been good friends with Sarah and had even used her as a model for a while. They'd stayed in contact, so it had hit hard when Willow found out she was dead. And about her secret. But she was in no place to judge. Sarah hadn't known about Jake. She'd barely even heard that he was dead. And Willow had been so wrapped up in her own problems she hadn't noticed anything was off with her. She hadn't guessed. How many of her friends were in similar situations?

But it was party time. She was a little late, even more than fashionably so, but her parents had wanted to skype and find out the full story of what had been going on. She'd finally gotten away, gotten changed, and wass heading into the party. Her phone buzzed just as she reached the party. Tee, trying to find out where she was. Willow grinned as she entered, scanning the room. Lee, Lincoln, and Rebecca were in a group. That was one group she was staying as far away as possible from. Lincoln wasn't her biggest fan, and things were still awkward between her and Rebecca. She found Tee and grinned, walking over and swinging an arm around her shoulders. "Didn't really think I'd abandon you, did you?"

Willow didn't tend to regret things. But she did regret starting to fall out of touch with her. Tee was the one person who knew... pretty much everything about her. Who had known what Jake was doing to her. And she had confided in Willow. They knew each other better than anyone else, and just seeing her made Willow smile like nobody else could.

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Not many people got away with just randomly touching Lateefah. Back in high school, she would just glare and unless you were a part of her inner circle (read: Rebecca or Lee), you'd probably be welcome to a shove or worse depending on who you actually are. Tee didn't have anger issues, but she definitely hadn't ever been a fan of being touched without her genuinely liking you. Which was why, if Willow hadn't followed up with voicing her arrival, Lateefah had been two seconds from hurling the contents of her cup into the offender's face. However, the offender was Willow and Lateefah's face softened immediately, casting her friend an answering grin.

"Hey, you," she greeted, voice warm with the softest rasp even with the music playing all around them. Reaching up with her free hand, she squeezed the hand of the arm currently around her shoulders. "Surprised you didn't wanna join the big reunion back there..." Lateefah winked as she added, teasing, "Especially with your bestie, Link, back there and all. Surprised you two haven't run into each other's arms already." Tee was probably the best person to attest to truth that was Willow and Lincoln's dislike of one another. She had easily been able to get out of taking sides in that she was close to the both of them, even if she had known Lincoln longer. Still, though it had always amused her whenever the two would vent to her about the other, always aware that she'd be going back to the other person, chuckling to herself over hearing the same repeated by two people who would swear up and down that they had nothing at all in common.

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xxxremembering through a secondhand sorrow
xxxsuch a great son and wonderful friend
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Willow rolled her eyes at the mention of Lincoln. β€œOh my god, don’t even joke about that. That would just be a clusterfuck of awkwardness,” she replied. β€œI know you guys are best friends but... yeah. Nope, not happening.” She laughed a little. God knows, she’d ranted to Tee about Lincoln far too much. But Tee never seemed to mind, even if her and Link were best friends.

β€œDid I hear you guys are living together? Should I start working on my dress for the wedding now?” She asked, winking at Tee. She was pretty sure there wasn’t anything there. If anything, the two seemed more like siblings than anything. β€œCan’t lie, babe, I might be that one guest who gets super drunk and jealous and breaks something. Couldn’t handle losing you to him.” She could joke about that now, when she knew that it was more than likely not going to happen.

β€œHow is Cali?” She asked, the first genuine question. Willow was at a prestigious school of design just outside New York, and it felt like being in a different country to California. They’d still stayed in touch- it was hard to fall out of contact when you’d been through that much shit together. But it wasn’t the same as being there, as being with Tee, being able to have a hand thrown around her shoulders and being able to physically tease her. God, she’d missed her. She had friends back in college but... none of them knew. Nobody knew her like Tee, and sometimes she felt like nobody would. You didn’t just tell somebody about your abusive ex. They’d have to be someone close to you, someone special.

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xxx"Oh, what a shame that you came here with someone
xxxSo while you're here in my arms
xxxLet's make the most of the night
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β€œFine, be that way.” Rebecca said handing the drink back to Lee and sticking her tongue out, leaving some left in there for him. β€œReally? They interrogated both of you, weird.” Rebecca said after hearing Lee and Link also talk about how the cops picked them up. Oh that makes sense. Rebecca thought to herself after Lee gave the suggestion of the cops talking to anyone connected her.

Rebecca was quickly taken out of the conversation when she heard someone call her name. β€œLula!” Rebecca said as she turned around and hugged Tallulah, lifting her off the ground a little. β€œHow has my Little Lula been?” Rebecca asked after setting her back down β€œBut seriously, gotta be so clichΓ© with throwing a drink in a guys face? Did you get that from a movie or from me?.” Rebecca said to Tallulah, giggling, starting up conversation with her.

Throughout the conversation Rebecca started feeling slightly dizzy, stumbling once into Link, but just smiling up at him and apologizing. Damn, feeling tipsy already Becca, such a light weight gosh. Rebecca looked back at Lee and Link, seeing that they were having a conversation, and not just Link bullying him, she smiled at them, lightly listening to their conversation.

β€œSo, you gonna get with any cute boys tonight? I’ve seen a couple.” Rebecca said to Tallulah. Yeah there were a couple guys, and girls, here she would get with, but she really just wanted to tell Lee how she felt and have him return feelings. But right now, the only feelings Rebecca could feel was as if she was tipsy and leaning towards being drunk, also zoning in and out of the conversations and reality around her.

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"i'm the ghost of a girl
that i want to be most
i'm the shell of a girl
that i used to know well"



"Ha!" Lateefah exclaimed dryly, following it by a quick sip of the watered down sprite. She was pleased to note that not a lot of the ice had melted just yet; Tee didn't make a habit of being a perpetual ice chewer, but she did like sucking on ice chips. She was getting in some kind of water, right? "There's definitely not gonna be a wedding - not ever."

It wasn't that Lateefah didn't find Lincoln attractive. He was her first on so many levels; obviously, there had to be some level of attraction because adolescent attachment did not count. But she had known back in high school - back when they were even younger - that he was never going to be the one for her. He was always going to be one of the ones that she loved, maybe even deeper than others, but never that mysterious one her grandmother swore was out there for everyone. Lateefah wasn't so sure about that, though. Perhaps for everyone else, but not for her. Just can't go a night without being an emo bitch, huh, she thought bitterly, before adding aloud, trying to offset her somber thoughts, "Besides, I'd probably try to kill him before I could say 'I do.'" It would be her, so lost in the depressive thoughts that haunted her, to miss Willow's tease about being jealous entirely.

"California's...California," Lateefah answered cryptically, taking a large swallow of crushed ice so as not to be able to expand upon the topic. It shouldn't have been that difficult of a feat, in hindsight. Instead of still being in college, working to keep up her grades for scholarships and figuring out what she wanted to do with her life, Lateefah's internship had turned into a full-time job. Whether she was fully happy with her current position was neither here nor there, but she wasn't bad off. Not really, not when one considered the fact that she lived in one of the most expensive cities in the world in a pretty decent apartment with only one roommate.

But of course, she would rather turn the conversation to Willow. Not just because she hated talking, but also because she genuinely was curious. Lateefah at least sent occasional check-in texts to her friend, but they weren't as frequent as they should have been, especially to someone she had been so comfortable with. Willow had been through so much with her. Willow had been through so much, period. Lateefah should have been better; she was always finding some way to fuck up, even when California supposedly made her mature a bit more. Figures, she thought. "What about you, though? I saw a few of your stuff on Instagram. They're amazing!"

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xxx"for all the light that i've shut out,
xxxfor all the innocent things i doubt.
xxxfor all the bruises i've caused and tears.
xxxfor all the things that i've done,
xxxall these years."


Link raised an eyebrow towards Rebecca, he didn't say anything bad to Lee. Did he? He practically just apologized. "I....uh didn't do any-," he spoke interrupted by Rebecca's sudden giggle and saying he and Tallulah should get to know each other. He looked awkwardly at the girl and did the rather odd wave nod combination before getting this feeling in his gut something was wrong. Did he do something wrong and not realize it? Did he stare at Lee wrong? He wasn't aware if he did something wrong, but he knew he had a different feeling. A sense of something wrong and the impulsive part of Lincoln told him to follow his gut feeling. Something that often started fights between him and others in high school.

The male looked at Tallulah and would speak briefly before he'd leave "Um sorry, Tiana, wasn't it? Sorry, I gotta go check on my friends. Sorry to leave ya stranded." he spoke quickly before walking through the crowd the crowd to the get outside. He'd reach the outside to see Rebecca slump herself over next to a wall. He couldn't just leave her here, but he didn't know where Lee went. Taking out his phone he sent a quick text.

To: Queen Tee
ey, can u come get bec? gotta go find someone he ran off and idk where he is plssssss ily and ill buy u olive garden or somethin

Sending the text he'd whisper a someone will get her soon, and kissed Becca's forehead before he took off to get on his bike. He saw a vague silhouette walking down the street, and guessed with a hope it was Lee. He would start his bike, and drive down to see Lee walking, he looked a little pissed. What did Link do? Did he manage to fuck this up within the little time they had been around each other? "Hey, do you need a ride or something? You're not exactly sober my friend, don't wanna get arrested for intoxication. Especially in Roseville, not the place to do that. Definitely not fun," he spoke from personal experience before stopping his bike and looking at Lee.

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xxxi'm just trying to find myself.
xxxwhat the hell did i do?
xxxi'm the life of the party."

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Lee was a little glad to see Rebecca following him out. He always appreciated a familiar face. And as thoughts and memories of those days, back in the parties, back when he used to get so drunk he couldn't think about what was happening to him, swirled around his dazed and fuzzy head, Rebecca was a distraction, something his brain couldn't distort into something scary. At first, it seemed innocent. A hand on his, something innocent and grounding. And then she started talking about the good old days, back when Lee was unafraid to flirt and to tease, before he second guessed all of his actions. That was fine, but it put a twist of anxiety into his stomach as he remembered what he used to be.

And then she kissed him. For a moment, his brain went black. And then it went into overdrive. Without even thinking, he pushed her away. He stumbled away, his thoughts whirling and dragging him down into a pit. He couldn't do this, he couldn't. It felt just like he was back there, like every hand touching his arm, every voice asking him if he was okay was just another client, another person who didn't really care, who just wanted to know if he was up to the job. He couldn't breathe, he couldn't think. He had to get out of there. He couldn't go back to that. Somebody had known that he was tied up with Neil, they had to know what he used to do.

And even as he left, he swore he could hear a voice calling his name in anger, yelling at him for running away. And then there was a bike, they were chasing him. When Link's voice called out to him, it was like a lighthouse through fog. And Lee had to bite his lip to stop himself from just breaking down into tears. He had to pretend he was okay, he couldn't let Link know he was as bad as he was.

"I- I- Link, somebody spiked my drink." The words were out of his mouth before he could stop them. "And Becca drank half of it and she- she- oh god I left her there, I left her behind, what did I do?" So much for staying calm. Lee felt so goddamn pathetic, he was nearly shaking and was on the verge of tears.



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xxxremembering through a secondhand sorrow
xxxsuch a great son and wonderful friend
xxxoh, don't the tears just pour"

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Willow laughed at Tee's comments about Link. She'd never really gotten why the two of them were friends, but they seemed to be close at least. Which, even if Willow didn't like Link, was nice at least. It made her feel a little better about not staying in contact. At least she had somebody from home. Willow had moved away from everyone for good reasons.

She shrugged at the mention of her Instagram, but grinned a little bashfully. "Thanks. It's... actually kinda awesome. Getting to work with and learn from all of the other people in my class, I've learned some awesome things and met some awesome people. We've got an end of term show coming up, so things are a... little hectic at times. But they're always a lot of fun. I know you're probably pretty busy with..." God, she wasn't even entirely sure what Tee was up to these days. "You're doing an internship, right? If you can bear a weekend from Link and your job, I'd love it if you could make it down. I'd love to show you around. New York is an awesome place to paint."

She was about to suggest they go get drinks, but then something kicked off involving a bunch of the jocks and some guy that Willow didn't recognise, but that looked a little too old to be one of her peers. From what she could gather from the yelling, he'd been caught spiking someone's drinks. Willow raised an eyebrow and suddenly became glad she hadn't get gotten a chance to grab a drink. She also spotted someone lurking by themselves. She waved a little, trying to catch Tallulah's eye. She felt bad for her- only moments earlier, she'd been talking to Link, Becca and Lee... all of whom had vanished.

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"i'm the ghost of a girl
that i want to be most
i'm the shell of a girl
that i used to know well"



"It's not a - you know what? Never mind. I'd love to," Lateefah said with a strained smile, belatedly cutting herself off from acknowledging that her job was no longer an internship. It felt like an internship; she fetched coffee, gave ideas that were taken in as someone else's, kept out of the picture unless it looked good for the assistant she was being an assistant to, and a host of other very depressing things that Willow didn't deserve to be bombarded with. They had been doing well too. If Willow had kept talking, Lateefah could have kept up the genuine smile that had softly curved the corners of her mouth, gazing at the young woman as her countenance revealed how much good New York had been for her. Lateefah had liked that. All of her old friends deserved to have found some semblance to a happy ending away from this shitty town, but Willow especially and Lateefah was so pleased to see the clear tranquility Willow had managed to find, even if a small part of her felt the bitter sting of envy.

The sudden eruption of energy and shouts made Lateefah blink in surprise, but she didn't focus on it for too long for her phone went off and she pulled it back out to see a message from Lincoln. Snorting because Tee was pretty sure the guy Link was chasing after was probably a conquest or something, Tee sent him a quick response.

To: Legend of Zelda
make it tgi friday. use protection ;D

"I'm just gonna...go take care of something real quick," Lateefah finally said to Willow, who seemed distracted with Tallulah. Tee had never been exceptionally close to the girl, but she at least remembered her. Her friends had hung out with the other girl enough times for her not to just be a nameless face in a sea of former classmates they just so happened to graduate with. "See you later?" She left the question hanging in the air, not even sure if her friend had heard her. Lateefah had already been walking away. Disgusted with the mess that had become of the kitchen, Lateefah wrinkled her nose in displeasure before heading back in the direction she had originally seen Rebecca in.

This wasn't the first time Lateefah would have had to deal with a drunk Rebecca. There had been plenty of nights in the past where Lateefah had to remain the less drunk one for the girl's sake and she never did it grudgingly as she probably would have been ready to let loose on anyone who even thought about harming her Tigger in a vulnerable state. Eventually, she found the girl slumped in the corner, eyes closed, and Lateefah rushed over to crouch by the girl's side. "Don't do this to me," she groaned after a sigh, feeling at the girl's somewhat clammy forehead. Her friend barely even reacted to the touch, which made Tee's smooth brow furrow only slightly in consternation. Obviously, Rebecca was out, but Lateefah used her forefiner and thumb to peel open the girl's eye to see how out of it she was. "Come on, Tigger, really? I am so not in the mood to carry your cute ass outta here tonight." She would, though, if needed. That, however, that she would do grudgingly and she'd make damn sure the other girl knew it the second she was conscious and of her right mind.

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xxxNo matter what I was going through?
xxxBut now I never know the things to say to you"

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->Previously in Roseville<-

Benji's hands were oddly still as they lay folded on the surface of the metal table. If this had been five years before, he would be shaking like a leaf. Not this time. After years of keeping his hands still in the midst of a potentially fatal event--like that cave-in in North Carolina--they remained steady even when his insides felt like they had when he was six and rode on the Gravatron at the state fair. There was no way this was about high school. He had been away for years and hadn't sold a thing since. Unless... did Furlough give him up? He never got over Benji leaving the business. Probably never would...

An officer came in, a folder in hand, and sat in the chair opposite Benji. He cleared his throat and said, "Benjamin Thomas. Do you know why you're here, son?" Benji shook his head. It had been less than an hour since he left the airport when police intercepted him getting a coffee at his old place of employment. "No, sir, but I'm sure you're about to tell me." The officer flipped open the folder and slid it over to Benji. Inside were pictures of Sarah, before...and after. He hadn't been back at school for a month after his mother's passing when he received word of Sarah's death-- no. Murder. This is why he was here? "Messages between you and Sarah were found during our investigation. It seems you had a falling out of some sort the last time you were in town."

Benji cleared his throat. "She wanted something from me I could no longer give her. My mother had just died. I was only home long enough to plan and have her funeral." He explained. "Sarah and I were friends in high school. She was one of the sweetest girls I knew. I'd never do anything to hurt her." He looked down at the picture from before her death. It was one from high school. Her hair was pulled up and a smile spread across her face. Her at-the-time-girlfriend was beside her, a forced smile on her face. If he remembered correctly, that girl was very possessive. Went after him a couple times because she was worried he was getting to close to her girlfriend. If they asked Benji, that's who they should've been looking at. "You can even check my schedules. I was in Europe at the time of her death. I have a photo to prove it if you'll let me get it from my bag."

The officer nodded to the one-way window behind him and within a few minutes, the door opened and his backpack was brought it. It had already been thoroughly searched, he was sure, so when he reached in, he didn't bother to be cautious. He pulled out his digital camera and flipped through the photos until he found the one he was looking for. It was a photo from his trip to Austria and time stamped the day of her death. That's a 10 and a half hour flight. Hopefully, it would be enough to convince them of his innocence. The man looked at the photo, mesmerized by the photograph for a moment, and noticed the time stamp. "This could've been altered." he said. Benji, as respectfully as he could, replied, "Not once it's been stamped. I have plenty of photos from the same day--from the same week--that shows I wasn't even in town when Sarah died."


The officer gave him a hard look and then finally waved him off. "Alright," he said, stroking his mustache thoughtfully, "You're free to go."





->Sarah's Memorial Party<-
I shouldn't be here, Benji thought, staring at the building before him. He could hear the bass thumping from inside. It had been years since he'd seen anyone from high school. Since he'd talked to anyone. When he left for school, he purposely let himself fall off the map, afraid that someone would get hurt by the people he was running from. Even now he wondered if that's what happened to Sarah. He took a deep breath, ran his hand through his already tousled hair and took a step towards the doors. Just as his hand met the handle, the door swung open. Two boys with their arms around each other, stumbling and walking side by side. Benji jumped back and out of the way and only as they passed did he recognize them. Lincoln and Lee. Benji opened his mouth to say something to them, but they seemed a tad preoccupied. Besides, they probably hadn't thought anyone had been out here. So instead, he pulled the handle to the front doors and stepped inside.

He was late. He knew that. It took him a long time to talk himself into coming. There was a fully stocked bar it seemed and music pumped through the speakers, rattling the bones in his body. He swore he could feel the beat vibrating through his heart. It was an EDM track, one Sarah could be heard humming as she walked the halls of the school. He sighed, saddened at her loss. They weren't extremely close, but close enough. As his eyes roamed the room he saw a few people he recognized. More specifically he saw Rebecca, Heather, Willow, Tallulah, and Lateefah. He debated walking over and greeting them or going to grab a drink.

In the end, he chose a drink. He walked over to the bar and ordered a scotch on the rocks with a twist. He gave the bartender the money after showing his ID. And took a sip. He hardly noticed the burn anymore. He turned back to the crowd. No one was dancing and no one was laughing. Fitting, he supposed, for a party celebrating the death of someone. Well... it was celebrating the life she had, but it didn't make the atmosphere any more depressing. He straightened his jacket and made his way over to the group of girls, feeling a tad out of place around them, and said, "Hey, guys." He smiled shyly at them and shrugged his shoulders. "How have you all been?" He tucked his free hand into the pocket of his jeans and rubbed absently at the surface of his other's locket.

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Character Portrait: Rebecca Cruze Character Portrait: Willow Henderson Character Portrait: Lateefah Hart Character Portrait: Tallulah Ashmore Character Portrait: Heather Swan Character Portrait: Benjamin Thomas
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xxxOh, what a shame that you came here with someone
xxxSo while you're here in my arms
xxxLet's make the most of the night
xxxLike we’re gonna die young

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Rebecca slowly β€œwoke up” rubbing her eyes, which was followed by a killer headache. As Rebecca sat up, before she could even get a feel of her surroundings, she immediately felt sick, like she was going to throw up. Luckily a door down the hall was open and she could see the bathroom, so she quickly ran to it and hunched over the toilet and threw up. Rebecca had had many hangovers in the past, she was no stranger to them. But this didn’t feel like a hangover, this felt like something different, something she had never felt before, something wrong. What the hell happened last night Rebecca thought to herself before throwing up again.

After a couple minutes of being hunched over the toilet, Rebecca’s nausea started to wear off, but the headache just stayed and pounded within her head. Rebecca flushed a toilet a couple times and stood up to wash her hands and face. As Rebecca looked in the mirror of the sink, she tried to recall what happened last night, and whose house she was in. It seemed familiar for some reason, but she couldn’t put her finger on it. And all she could remember from the night before was talking to Tallulah about her being clichΓ© or something.

As Rebecca finished washing her face with some cold water she headed back into the hallway, to try to figure out where she was. β€œUh… Hello? Anyone home?” Rebecca said in a tone just under a shout. She looked around and saw her cardigan and shirt thrown over a chair, luckily she was wearing a tank top under it. Rebecca’s headache quickly gained her focus again, she wanted to get rid of it as soon as she could so she headed down the hall, in hope of the direction of the kitchen, almost tripping over her own heels which were in the middle of the hallway. After she moved them out of the way Rebecca ended up in the kitchen. β€œThank god. Need some water, then to figure out where I am.” Rebecca said rummaging through the fridge.

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Character Portrait: Lee Romero Character Portrait: Lincoln Cole Character Portrait: Lateefah Hart
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xxx"for all the light that i've shut out,
xxxfor all the innocent things i doubt.
xxxfor all the bruises i've caused and tears.
xxxfor all the things that i've done,
xxxall these years."


Link was content in the bed, his eyes closed, a dream of him and Lee just living a life together played inside his mental scape. But he woke up, when the sudden source of warmth left his body. His eyes shot open, as he heard the sounds of vomitting. Soon, everything the night before came back to him flooding. His taking Lee to his hotel room, his and Lee talking, his confession......their kiss. He nervously looked around the room, eyes widened as he would look back and forth. Before he whispered a slight "Hey.....uh you okay in there?". Facepalming he got up, and would walk over, somehow his shirt having been taken off in the midst of his sleep. He quickly threw a random shirt on before standing in the doorway to the bathroom. A chuckle escaped his lips as he spoke.

"Guessing you drank too much, huh?"

He laughed with a slight joke, he knew it was too early for a joke based around Lee's drugged experience. But he couldn't really think of something more clever to speak of. So he walked over to the bed, and took his phone out, and sent a quick text to Tee.

To: Queen Tee
teeeeeeeeee i need u pls i did somthing dumb