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Rylee Vanderpool

No matter where you are, you're always a bit on your own, always an outsider.

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a character in “This Last Time”, as played by aurban16

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❝I lie to myself all the time. But I never believe me.❞

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Full Name
Rylee Joseph Vanderpool

Nickname
Only his closest friends call him Ry. Other than that, he has no nicknames.

Age
18

Gender
Male

Sexuality
Heterosexual





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Hair Colour
It depends. In natural light, it looks to be a lighter brown than it really is.

Eye Colour
Dark brown, with green specks.

Height & Weight
6'2" and 166 lbs.

Distinctive Markings
He has two tattoos: this one he got during junior year, and didn't tell his parents for a whole month, and this one he got a week before graduation.

Clothing Style
Rylee likes to dress well, and he can usually be found it a tank top and jeans, along with vans and a beanie. (Example)




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Personality
Rylee has always been the "popular kid." Everyone's always loved him, or rather loved to hate him. He has the tight knit elite group that's hard to get into, but he also had his seven best friends, the ones he would be there for no matter what. He has always tried to stay one hundred person loyal to them. When it comes between choosing the cool kids and his clan, there's no question who he'll pick. He likes to think he's the one who people come to for advice, and he wants to help if someone needs it.
Ry is athletically on top too. He's played football since he was in sixth grade, and will go on to play in college, even though he may be too short. He'll, that may be the only reason he got into the school he wanted. He always has struggled in the classroom. He almost failed out of every grade from 4th-8th, but was able to maintain a 3.14 GPA during his high school career.
Rylee is a hilarious kid. He's witty, and his best material is what he comes up with on the spot. Some of his teachers hate him because he makes jokes during class. Sometimes he doesn't have a filter, so his jokes can hurt. But he understands if you address the situation.
He knows he's attractive. He knows girls like him. But he hasn't been in a serious relationship. He hasn't found that person yet. He's afraid of being alone. He's not narcissistic at all, either, but most people judge him, just on his looks.

Likes
☝Football ☝Partying ☝Drinking
☝Dogs ☝Babies ☝Eating Healthy
☝The Cold ☝Snow ☝Helping

Dislikes
☟Drugs ☟Cheaters ☟Sexists
☟Summer ☟Cats ☟Airplanes
☟Headaches ☟Milk ☟Losing

Fears
✖Being Alone
✖The Dark
✖Losing His Scholarship

Strengths
☀Sports
☀Giving Advice
☀Ignoring Hate




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History
Rylee was born on June 11th to Maxwell and Luna Vanderpool, too highly successful people. Max was (and still is) an anesthesiologist. Luna had never worked a day in her life, but inherited all of her wealthy parents' money after they died. While Rylee was still in the womb, he was thought to be a girl. But, surprise! They brought him home to a pink bedroom, but raised him to be the tough boy that his father wanted.
Three years later, Ramona was born. Rylee and Ramona because two peas in a pod. They refused to leave each others side. When Rylee was in sixth grade and Ramona was in third, Rylee even wanted to bring her to sleepovers. Max and Luna decided they were to close, so they sent Ramona to live with her aunt. Rylee became depressed, so he started to play football. He was a natural. In seventh grade, he became a part of a group of seven friends, and he was with them constantly.
During football season of his sophomore year, recruiters started to come to his games. They loved him. Colleges from all over the country emailed him, sent him mail, called him, just got in touch in general. His father was proud, and his mother was excited for him. The college that stood out the most to them was Rice University in Houston, Texas. They visited twice during his junior and senior year, and Rylee just made the cut score of 28 on his ACT to get in after taking it six times. The tuition of $52,000 a year was no problem for his family. Rylee will be going there in the fall after the road trip with his best friends. He just can't get kicked out.

Family
Father // Maxwell Vanderpool // Age 43 (Him)
Mother // Luna Vanderpool // Age 41 (Her)
Sister // Ramona Vanderpool // Age 15 (Her)

Secrets
▧He cheated on his ACT to get the cut score to go to Rice.
▧He's had a crush on Sammie since the 10th grade.

So begins...

Rylee Vanderpool's Story

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Sammie Tyrant Character Portrait: Steve Coltman Character Portrait: Khloe Chase Character Portrait: Ellie Wicks Character Portrait: Leo Chase Character Portrait: Rylee Vanderpool Character Portrait: James Butcher

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Day One
August 10 | 8:45 A.M. | fourteen days left |
It's a hot summer morning in New Jersey. A group of fiends are making preparations to meet up at the Chase Family Beach house. Whether your arriving by car, bus, or taxi your doing what it takes to get there. The group is assembling for a last hooray. Will this be a vacation of fun or will this break the friends up? Will you finally tell your crush how you feel? Will you confront your friend on their secret? Only one way to tell.

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Character Portrait: Sammie Tyrant Character Portrait: Rylee Vanderpool

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8:25

The night before, there had been a huge party at Rylee's friend Mason's house. He had spent the night, along with around thirty other people, because he was too drunk to drive home. Waking up, he realized he had a hangover, and quickly ran to the bathroom to throw up. He turned on the shower, cranking the heat up almost all the way. He washed his hair and body, and stepped out five minutes later. He had a bag of clothes for the beach house packed and in his car. He said goodbye to all his football buddies and their girls, and got in his Chevy Impala.

He drove for ten minutes before pulling over to puke again. When he went to get back in the car, he realized that the whole left side of his car had been keyed. The black paint was scratched off in two long, straight lines. "Shit!" He said, pounding in his door. It would probably cost a good two hundred dollars to fix.

8:50
He was about ten miles away from the house when he felt his car bumping, then stall. Rylee's car was an old one. It had broken down twice in the last month. He knew that Jamie was probably already at the house. So he texted Sam, knowing she was probably running late. You at the house yet? Car broke down, I'm on West Avenue. Help a brotha out?

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Character Portrait: Sammie Tyrant Character Portrait: Steve Coltman Character Portrait: Khloe Chase Character Portrait: Ellie Wicks Character Portrait: Leo Chase Character Portrait: Rylee Vanderpool Character Portrait: James Butcher Character Portrait: Lacey Paige

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Chloe was still a bit upset about Todd and Steve but decided she needed to greet her friends as they pulled up. So she slipped off her sandals and instead wore her platform sandals and headed downstairs. Once she made it to the living room she glanced out the big window facing the front of the house and squealed in delight at the sight of James. Jamie!" She shouted in delight from in the house. She ran from the living room to the front door and down the front steps. Then once she reached him she launched herself in his arms and hugged him tightly. Most people seeing this would say that they look like a couple but Khloe and James were as far from a couple as the sun were from the moon. Once he set her down she hugged him once more before saying "My sweet genius Jamie" She then realized she hadn't hugged Ellie. So she stood in front of her held her arms out straight and did the puppy face she had perfected over the years before giggling and pulling her into a tight hug.

"Can you guys believe we're high school graduates?" She asked once she let Ellie go. She tilted her head back and sighed. "Oh my god I'm an adult" She groaned. She did stop her groaning though as soon as she saw the pink beetle in the parking lot of a apartment complex. She grinned and stated "Sammie cannot follow directions"

To:Sammie Sweetheart
Hey Love were the big blue beach house. Two lots down.

While she had her phone out she decided she should text anybody who's not here yet. Which, she realized as she glanced around, was Rylee, who was probably hungover or his terrible car stalled, Leo , probably still sleeping (he's the cutest sleeper ever she couldn't bear to wake him up), And Lacey, probably still in front of a sketch pad or getting dressed.
To:Ry-Ry
Hungover, stranded, or held hostage by a one night stand?
Either way you better have an excuse for not being here.
To:Leo Bear
Hey sleepy head wake up your twinnnie needs you
To:Lacey Love
Hey fashionista did you forget about us little people already?

She also sent one to Steve. She was mad at him but he was her friend and she still cared about him. The truth was even tough some of the people in the group resisted him she defended him spiritedly and was always loyal to him. That's why she and him are such good friends.
To:Stevie
Stevie love, I'm not mad anymore but we WILL talk about him. Still love you though.

She attached a picture of her with duck lips to emphasize the not mad. Then turned back to her friends. "So you guys wanna roast marshmallows and hot dogs in the fire pit tonight?"

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Character Portrait: Khloe Chase Character Portrait: Rylee Vanderpool

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Rylee waited a good ten minutes for Sam to text back. He knew she didn't text and drive, usually. He didn't even know why he texted her first of everyone. He also knew that she tended to forget to plug her alarm clock in, so whenever he had to ask her for a ride to school in th morning, she was still asleep.

Another five minutes passed. He was sittin on his car hood, ready to call a taxi or another friend, when he go a text from Khloe. Hungover, stranded, or held hostage by a one night stand? Either way you better have an excuse for not being here, it said. He texted back, Two of the above. Cars broken down on West Avenue. I texted Sammie, but no return. Send help? And a bucket...

He hoped someone would come get him, and he didn want that person to be James. James hated when he was hungover, and he hated Rylee's car.

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Sammie Tyrant Character Portrait: Steve Coltman Character Portrait: Khloe Chase Character Portrait: Ellie Wicks Character Portrait: Leo Chase Character Portrait: Rylee Vanderpool Character Portrait: James Butcher Character Portrait: Lacey Paige

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Night One
| August 10| 8:00 p.m | fourteen days left|




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After finally arriving the group grabbed their bedrooms and unpacked. Aside from Khloe, Leo, and One of their friends, everyone is rooming with someone.

The group got together for lunch (chipotle Chicken sandwiches and fries)and talked about what they ddid so far this summer and discussed what they should do that night. After all the time they enjoyed themselves reminiscing they all decided to stay in and light up the fire pit outside so they could reminisce and share hilarious stories some more. Marshmallows, graham crackers, hershey chocolates and hot dogs will be provided.

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Character Portrait: Sammie Tyrant Character Portrait: Steve Coltman Character Portrait: Khloe Chase Character Portrait: Ellie Wicks Character Portrait: Leo Chase Character Portrait: Rylee Vanderpool Character Portrait: James Butcher Character Portrait: Lacey Paige

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Khloe stood in front of the pantry with her long nails tapping on the door. She glanced, for the fifth time at the counter as she mentally did a checklist 'Ok chocolates?check. Nutella?check.Graham crackers?' She broke off a piece of one and popped one of the corners in her mouth 'Check. She put those in one of her eco friendly tote bags before pulling the two coolers (or dragging) toward the fridge. She filled one those with hot dogs (and more chocolate) and the other with Sodas, water, hard lemonade, and beers (if they were going to drink she'd rather they do it here). Once she double checked she took the bag and the light cooler down the back stairs. She set up the snacks on the outdoor kitchen counter before opening the mini fridge outside and loading all the stuff from the cooler in there. Her eyebrows shot up when she noticed one of her moms tasty fruity vodka mixes in there as well. She grabbed her now empty bag and headed back inside.

Before she forgot she put plastic cups in the bag and headed upstairs to her room, though she was pretty sure Sammie was going to sleep in there too. After a quick shower (she was sweaty) she temporarily slid into a big t-shirt that hung down to her mid thigh (probably James, Rylee, or Steve's) and headed toward her room. She passed one of the rooms first and saw James and Rylee "Hey guys you think you can take the heavy cooler outside for me?" She asked as brushed her wet hair. Before they could answer she said "Thanks guys, also if you could start the fire that would be spectacular" She asked them because besides Sammie (who she needed for girl time) They spent the most time at the beach house. Her mom always had an open door policy for the three of them.

she went back in her room and turned on her Spotify getting dressed playlist. Which were really just girl power songs, lots of Beyoncé, and the soundtrack to confessions of a shopaholic. She had thoroughly brushed her hair so it hung down her back but it was quickly starting to curl. So she sprayed her summer waves curl control spray in it and prayed she wouldn't look like a precious moments doll. She slipped on a casual outfit before flopping on her bed. She grabbed the closest magazine and began thumbing through it.

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Character Portrait: Khloe Chase Character Portrait: Rylee Vanderpool Character Portrait: James Butcher

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After Rylee had finally arrived, him and James needed to unpack and get ready for the bonfire. Jamie hopped in the shower first. He washed his hair and body, then threw on an old tshirt and a pair of jean shorts. He blow dried his hair, too. By looking at James, you wouldn't think he took a long time to get ready in the morning. But he does. When he walked back into the bedroom, Rylee was already ready. He had on a tank top and jeans. He was sitting on his bed scrolling through twitter. "Are you finally gonna tell Sammie how you feel about her this summer?" James asked him.

Rylee stood up, throwing his phone on the floor by his charger. "I don't know, bro. Haven't decided yet." Khloe walked in the room, hopefully not hearing anything. Both Jamie and Rylee knew that she liked Ry. "Hey guys you think you can take the heavy cooler outside for me?" They both nodded. ""Thanks guys, also if you could start the fire that would be spectacular."

"Sure can do, Koko," Jamie said. He knew exactly where all the fire starting tools were. Rylee, Khloe, Sammie, Leo, and he had spent many a night here over the past five years. They started downstairs. Rylee grabbed the lighter and newspaper from a closet in the kitchen, while Jamie grabbed kindling and fire wood from the front porch. They walked down the stairs off the back deck and to the fire pit. Jamie set the wood up on a teepee style, lit some pieces of newspaper, and threw them on the wood. The fire had begun.

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Character Portrait: Sammie Tyrant Character Portrait: Steve Coltman Character Portrait: Khloe Chase Character Portrait: Ellie Wicks Character Portrait: Rylee Vanderpool Character Portrait: James Butcher Character Portrait: Lacey Paige

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Around 8 pm, Ellie found herself outside. She was on the beach near the house, taking photographs of the water just before the sun was about to set. Her small, black camera looked cheap, but it actually took very nice quality photos. She liked to use it while she was travelling. It provided her with great memories, and whenever she flipped through all of the pictures she had taken, she relived those great memories once again.

Her outfit hadn't really changed - she still wore the same tank top, shoes, and jeans. However, the back of her hair was parted into two identical pigtails, and a gray zip-up hoodie was draped across her shoulders. After a while, Ellie quickly headed down the stone path back to the house, where she soon spotted James and Rylee huddled around the fire pit.

"Fire!" she cheerfully exclaimed once she observed the orange and red flames that were dancing across the blocks of wood and the crumpled up pieces of newspaper. "I'll go let everyone know."

She headed inside, and ran to the staircase, tilting her face upwards. "Guys!" she projected, "Firepit's ready! Get your butts outside!" She then walked to the kitchen, where she grabbed marshmallows, hot dogs, buns, graham crackers and chocolate bars before heading outside again.

There were sticks in one of the outdoor kitchen's cabinets. Ellie grabbed them and put them on a tabletop nearby. Once everything was ready, she grabbed a stick of her own, and pierced it through a hot dog. She then started roasting it on the fire, and started to smile instinctively.

"Y'know what this campfire needs? Music. Like, an awesome acoustic guitar or something..." she said aloud.

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Character Portrait: Sammie Tyrant Character Portrait: Steve Coltman Character Portrait: Khloe Chase Character Portrait: Ellie Wicks Character Portrait: Leo Chase Character Portrait: Rylee Vanderpool Character Portrait: James Butcher Character Portrait: Lacey Paige

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{“Would you destroy Something perfect in order to make it beautiful?”― Gerard Way }



Lacey was late, very late. She was aware of that as she stood in her mentor's fashion studio. She watched with a close eye on the design he was trying to bring to life, the gown laid in front of them and it was gorgeous, close to perfect even... But, something was off and for hours now the two tried to find out what it was. What made the dress look so incomplete? Was the cut too short, were the colors off? No and more Lacey looked at it the more it irritated the young Italian that she couldn't figure it out. "Bloody hell! Forget it, I can't put my finger on it, darling! Go, get home before it get any later. You've been here long enough as it is." Her mentor, James Issac shouted as he stormed off to his office space in the small loft. As he slammed the door, the girl jumped as she sighed in defeat to grab her bag. She looked at the time, 8 at night. She had been in the small loft since 7 in the morning with no break. But, the two wanted to make their last summer together count. Because of James, she had been given the opportunity to go to Italy to study fashion among the best in the world. Even if that meant leaving her close friend and fashion idol, he wouldn't let her refuse the chance. The girl slung the bag on her shoulder as she continued to look at the dress.

She tilted her head as she softly walked back towards it. The dress was made of the same red fabric all around and while it looked like roses, it still looked like just fabric. This client was bizarre and wanted a one of a kind dress for the red carpet. She bit her lip softly before gasping. "James! I got it! I know what would make it look perfect!" She said as she knocked on the stained glass doors. "I knew I could count on you. Now, come. Tell me what your idea is, darling." James moved back towards the table as Lace moved to the vase of roses that James' girlfriend had sent him from Paris. She hurried to the table and put the rose on the button half of the dress. James raised an eyebrow as he looked at his intern. "Hear me out her, James. She loves roses and avant grade fashion, right?" James softly nodded his head before she continued. "Then what's more avant grade and original than cover the whole dress in fresh roses?" She asked as James thought about it. "C'mon, Jay. I have been with you for almost two years now and I have never been able to sketch something for you. All I need is a couple of hours, I swear I'll have it for you in the morning."

"Fine."

"James, please I swear I won't disappoint y--.." She stopped before smiling and looking towards her friend. "Did you say yes?!" James just nodded as he smiled. Lacey hopped up and down softly before hugging her boss. "Thank you! Thank you! Thank you! I swear I won't let you down, the dress will look beautiful. Honest." Lacey assured him as she grabbed her sketchbook and the rose and put them in her bag. "I believe it. Now, go. It's eight at night, get to your friends before they forget about you." James teased as he kissed her right cheek as she rolled her eyes with a smirk on her face. "Have a good night, James!" She said to the man as he made his way back to his office which was playing Don't You Forget About Me very loudly. "Goodnight to you too, Lace." Once he shut the doors to his office, Lacey jumped up and down softly in celebration. "Finally." She said softly to herself as made her way to the elevator and pushed the first floor button. It didn't take long for her to make it to her white beetle car. She tossed her bag in the passenger seat before starting the car and letting her Beyonce playlist start playing throughout the car as she started the drive to her and her friends' new house for the summer. She turned to her phone and realized that she still had her phone off. James had this rule for his employees, no phones. He thought that they killed their ideas and imagination. When she turned it on, she saw a text from Khloe. She smiled as she read it but, also formed a lump in her stomach. She still couldn't face the fact that she would be moving out of the country after this summer. While all her friends stayed in the country, she would be thousands of miles away. What if they forgot about her? What if they replaced her with some other loud Italian girl while she was gone? And when she came home, they acted as if they never met her... She was overreacting. She knew that, but to her it was a possibility. A lot could chance in a couple of months. She shook it out of her head as she put her phone back in her bag and turned her attention back to her car as she started her drive to the beach house.

She parked her car outside as she checked her reflection in the car mirror. She moved a piece of her curly brown locks behind her ear before grabbing the bag and rushed inside. She already had her things packed in the back of her car as she moved towards the truck to grab two of her four and a half suitcases. Lace put her purse on top of one and her duffle bag over her shoulder as she walked inside. She cleared her throat as she walked towards on of the rooms. She was quiet as she wanted to surprise them. She laid the bag against the wall before heading back out to grab her other two bags.

After putting them along with the others, she changed out of her black jacket and skirt in replacement of a more suitable outfit for a bonfire. Not that she had a lot of 'causal' clothes. But, she did by a few for their bonfire nights. She change from her heels to a pair of red Vans and topped off the outfit with a black jacket from a friend of hers that she never remembered to give back. She snuck out to where she could hear talking between her friends. She walked outside and zipped up her jacket a bit before looking around in the backyard. "A bonfire. Awesome." She said as she looked around. "Where is everyone else?" She asked Ellie with a softly raised eyebrow.


James Issac {Her boss} | Her car | Outfit 1 | Outfit 2 {Bonfire} |

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Character Portrait: Sammie Tyrant Character Portrait: Khloe Chase Character Portrait: Rylee Vanderpool Character Portrait: James Butcher

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Sammie yawned, cuddling with a small brightly colored pillow on her twin bed. She wasn't quite sure what room she was in, but she was sure she'd be sharing with Khloe, as the girls always did when they stayed over. Sammie heard what sounded like the soundtrack to, "Confessions of a Shopaholic", and smiled, knowing it was Khloe. If she listened ever so much more, she could hear Khloe's thumb swipe each magazine page.

Sammie was dressed in a huge, gray, black and white zig-zagged sweater, that was nearly 3x the size of her. Her skinny jeans were extra skinny, and showed off her curves nicely. To say she loved her skinny jeans was an understatement. Formal event? Skinny jeans. Beach? Skinny jeans. Anywhere? Skinny jeans for Sammie. Sammie's hair was loose, and in big curls naturally, as always. She also wore bangly bracelets, two on each wrist, reading things like "faith", "trust" , "hope", and "love". They shined bright if hit just right with light. Then, on top of her head, she wore a greenish-bluish beanie, held in with bobby pins. It was a miracle it hadn't fallen out during her little "cat nap".

She had heard Khloe asking who sounded like James and Rylee, to do some chores, and she moaned, rolling over onto her stomach. "Khloeee..." She groaned, and looked at her friend in the bed near her. "What are you dooooing?" She laughed, seeing her gorgeous friend, in her adorable outfit. "You need to go to rehab, Khloe Chase. Rehab for magazine addiction." Sammie smiled, and chuckled lightly. "Babe, did I tell you about Rylee? He rode here with me, and now, I have to re-scent my car, so it doesn't smell like Rylee, and vomit." She sighed, and put her hands over her eyes, pursing her cherry red lips into a small frown, like a child's. "He's so annoying sometimes." She sighed again, heavier.

Sammie knew Rylee's liked her forever, but just didn't know how she felt with him. She kinda liked him, but she also thinks she has feelings for James. They're both just so damn adorable, and friendly, and smart, and sweet, and.... everything Sammie'd want.

She hoped this little trip with the gang would sort out a lot of her questions she had about them. Things like, Where her and Khloe going to be best friends forever, or was she just going to ditch Sammie when Sammie left for her time away from their homes? Did James like her too? Does she love Rylee? Was she going to end up with anyone? If so, who? Why were there so many questions that suddenly popped in her head? Should she let Khloe have Rylee, and make herself suffer? Should Khloe suffer? Was there going to be suffering at all?

Sammie looked at the ceiling, rolling onto her back, and growled low. She shook her head, with her palms resting on her eyelids softly, as to not damage her cat eyes.

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Character Portrait: Steve Coltman Character Portrait: Ellie Wicks Character Portrait: Rylee Vanderpool Character Portrait: James Butcher Character Portrait: Lacey Paige

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"..ted."

Steve jolted up in terror, he rubbed his eyes as he assured himself it was only a dream. Now that he was awake, he had trouble recalling the nightmare. He looked around and saw that he had made it to one of the unoccupied rooms in the beach house. He looked towards the window and saw darkness. "Huh, guess I sleep for a while." His memory started to become clearer now.

"That's right, I got back here, dragged all my crap up here, and started to read." He said as he picked up the book off the floor, "The Colorado Kid," by Stephen King. He looked over at his stuff and saw there was a hole in his duffle bag. "You have got to be kidding me..." Steve said getting off the bed and walking over to his stuff. He opened the bag and checked the contents.

"I'm missing a shirt..." Steve said as he finished. He shrugged it off; it wasn't it was his favorite shirt and he could always get a new one.

"Guys, fire pit's ready! Get your butts outside!" He heard someone yell up. He sighed as he got up. He did not want to deal with a fire pit right now. Steve bent down and grabbed his backpack and threw it on the bed. He opened it up and pulled out an A&W Root Beer can. He untwisted the top and pulled out a bag with roughly thirty clear plastic capsules with green stuff inside of them. He took two out and downed them with a Pepsi sitting next to the bed. He screwed the lid back on with the bag inside and put it back in his backpack.

He checked himself really quick to see if anything was majorly out of place before heading downstairs. He followed the sound of the talking to find the fire pit. When he stepped outside and saw Ellie, James, Rylee, and Lacey.

He walked up to the group and said, "What's going on germs and germettes? I swear there's nothing more infectious than a nice fire and marshmallows. My sense of humor is sick this evening isn't it?," He kept looking into the fire, he didn't know who just shot him a dirty look, but boy he could feel it, "I know my jokes aren't well, but their nothing to sneeze at either." He had loads more, and he knew he'd have a bunch more when the capsules kicked in. This was going to be a fun camp fire.

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Character Portrait: Sammie Tyrant Character Portrait: Steve Coltman Character Portrait: Khloe Chase Character Portrait: Ellie Wicks Character Portrait: Rylee Vanderpool Character Portrait: James Butcher Character Portrait: Lacey Paige

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Khloe patted Sammie's long slender arms before nodding "Yeah he can be pretty disgusting," She giggled. She bit her lip mid giggle though. Khloe and Sammie never really discussed Rylee's feelings for Sammie. She liked it better that way. She didn't want to be pitied. She went up the mirror one last time to check her outfit, she always checked her outfit like five times (not including quick glances in reflective surfaces). It fit her nice, but she couldn't help wishing she was more slender like her friends. Khloe had plush curves and a full bust that no amount of working out could control. I mean it was nice sometimes but she wished she inherited her moms willowy features instead.

She could faintly hear Ellie summoning them downstairs, so she turned off her music. "Time to go," She said with a dimpled grin. She quickly went through her closet and found a gorgeous acoustic guitar. She didn't know the name or type but when her dad bought it for her the vendor freaked out... Until he found out it was just for decoration on her wall.Ellie freaked out too when she visited freshman year and saw it all shiny and untouched on the wall. "Did somebody say music?" She hollered down the stairs. Khloe's voice tended to travel so she knew they could hear her. She tucked it under her arm and headed downstairs, knowing Sammie was right behind her.

"I can't play it but I brought the guitar." She said with a blush creeping up her cheeks. The guitar was a funny story for the friends that she knew since seventh grade. She began seventh grade looking like a chubby dark cherub and she swore by eighth grade all the boys in her class would say she was pretty and she would learn to play guitar. She only accomplished one goal. She set the guitar next to Ellie because she knew she would take the best care of it.

She spotted Lacey as soon as she went outside. It was had to miss the statuesque girl with the wild curls. "Hey Lacey Love" She said hugging her, even though Lacey was taller than her. Well then again she was the shortest in the group. Not short! Just shortest. "You look amazing, be sure to keep me in the loop with the latest trends" She had to admit her group was always well dressed. I mean Ellie's been more nonchalant lately but she's still pretty.

She playfully swatted Steve but he pulled her into a hug afterwards. Before settling in the sand in front of James."Did you guys get anything to drink?" She asked nodding toward the mini fridge. She turned to Sammie "My mom even left that cocktail stuff you like. We just can't use the glasses, my grandma would freak out."She propped up on the counter and smoothed out her leggings. "Oooh I say we play dish and drop!" She said with a mischievous grin. "It's the game where you have to either dish out a story about somebody else or drop a secret of your own."

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Character Portrait: Sammie Tyrant Character Portrait: Steve Coltman Character Portrait: Khloe Chase Character Portrait: Ellie Wicks Character Portrait: Leo Chase Character Portrait: Rylee Vanderpool Character Portrait: Lacey Paige

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Sammie groaned, and followed Khloe out of the room, and outside where everyone else was waiting. She spotted Rylee, and being good friends with him, went over and sat in his lap. She knew he was half-drunk, and probably wouldn't even remember this. "Hey Rylee, baby." She giggled, then got up, and sat next to Khloe in the sand.

Her eyes widened at the mention of Khloe's game, "Dish or Drop". Sammie hated that game. Khloe always wanted to play it, and it was always Sammie that ended up giving the most away. That's how Khloe found out about Rylee liking Sammie. Or so she thought. She sighed, and shook her head, looking at Khloe. "Do I have to play?" She frowned, and wiped some sand off, that had already somehow gotten in her lap.

Sammie hated all these childish games. She knew they were just made to make her look awful. Sammie had played things like, "Truth or Dare?" and "Spin The Bottle", when she was younger. She'd always get publicly humiliated somehow, and lose that group of friends. Sammie guessed that was how she was so... different. She had experience from all the different social groups, and knew how to act with each type.

Sammie then noticed Khloe's guitar. "You brought your guitar? I didn't even see it earlier! Play something, Khloe, baby!" She smiled. Sammie loved to sing in her freetime, and that was part of the reason she was ditching this place after this trip, that no one really knew about. She couldn't remember if she'd told Khloe yet or not, but knowing herself, she probably didn't. Singing had been her habit since she was little, and was good at it. She heard of an agent out-of-state that was good with beginning singers, so she said, "Why not?" .

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Character Portrait: Sammie Tyrant Character Portrait: Steve Coltman Character Portrait: Khloe Chase Character Portrait: Leo Chase Character Portrait: Rylee Vanderpool Character Portrait: James Butcher Character Portrait: Lacey Paige Character Portrait: Vanessa Hart

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Day Two
| August 10| 10:00 a.m | thirteen days left|




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Its a beautiful Sunny day. The group hopes that by spending the time on the beach maybe the awkwardness will fade away. Thy plan to head to an area closest to the house. Which is still actually pretty close to the boardwalk.

Recap of last night:
The night began with a few laughs as they shared stories and remenisced. A few members of the group drrank a bit much and things started to take a dangerous turn so instead of playing the game they decided to plan for tommorow. They bys wanted to go down to the public beach during the day and head clubbing that night, the girls said that would be fine as long as they got to pick the plans the next day. Just as everyone was ready to tun in for the night a visitorr arrived. To Khloe, Sammie, Rylee, and James dismay it turned out to be Khloe's spiteful cousin Vanessa.

Vanessa insisted that the group was boring and challenged them to a drinking game of never have I ever. Twenty minutes in (by that time everyone was buzzed) she said Never have I ever liked my best friend's crush Then once Sammie begrudgingly took a sip she turned to ask Khloe how it felt to know that the guy you've always had feelings for wanted your best friend. Khloe of course ran off, completely mortified. Ellie and Lacey went after her but before Ellie left Vanessa smirked and said "I bet you know exactly how it feels to be jealous of Sammie" Ellie then went to her room. Lacey ended up sleeping in Khloe's room. The boys went to their own rooms. But not without Vanessa winking at Steve


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Sammie woke up in the hot sand on the beach, where she sat last night. She couldn't remember much, but there were a couple of empty glasses and a bottle next to her. "Oh no.." She sighed, and buried her head under her arms. The sun was so bright, she had a headache. After a few minutes of just laying, she sat up, the white sand reflecting the sun's rays, making her believe she was in a desert at first, until she heard the soft crash of the waves onto the shore. Sammie ran a hand through her messy hair, and shook her head. If there was alcohol, then Vanessa couldn't be too far behind.

Stumbling around in the sand as she got up, carrying the glasses and bottle, she went inside the beach house, and looked around. Why couldn't she remember last night? Something seemed off. She put the glasses and bottle on the counter in the kitchen, and suddenly made a beeline for the bathroom. She was definitely hung over. After doing her thing in the bathroom, Sammie went to the mirror in the hall way. She looked at herself, and sighed. She had this horrible empty feeling that she hurt someone, but she honestly didn't know who.

Finally, Sammie shrugged, and sat on the stairs. She leaned her head against the railing, and closed her eyes, letting out a long sigh.

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8:50

Khloe woke up to a slight twing in her head. She groaned ad slowly opened her eyes, which were a bit stuck due to the fact that she fell asleep in mascara. She glanced over to see that Lacey was asleep next to her, a halo of curls envoloping her face. That's when all of last nights events flooded through her. She groaned and raked her hands through her hair. After some serious reluctance, she climbed out of her bed and paded to one of the bathrooms. She turned on the shower but went to the mirror first. She wanted to see how she looked, she wanted to memorize this feeling, so she'd never have to feel it again. Her hair was plastered frizzy, her eyes had black smudges along the bottom, her cheek had a faint black streak along it, and her eyes were red from crying. She groaned loudly. Why me?, she thought as she slipped into the shower. She sighed, letting the hot water and steam engulf her. She thoroughly scrubbed her face, her body, and her hair.

When she opened the bathroom door the smell of Vanilla and honey suckle. She had completely refreshed herself. Her skin was dewy, her hair deep conditioned, and her skin softened. I am pretty, I can have any boy I want She chanted. She walked to her room with her head high but when she slipped in she sighed. Lacey was still sleeping so she grabbed her clothes and got dressed in the bathroom. She slipped on her sexiest bikini's. It was a string bikini, but was wired so it still fit her comfortably. She then slipped a long tank ove it that hit her upper thigh, she opted to not put shorts on under it, but packed a pair of white cotton short shorts anyway.

9:40

Khloe headed downstairs and grabbed an iced coffee from the fridge. She headed downstairs but stopped when she saw Sammie on the stairs. A lump formed in her throat, choking her up but she swallowed it down and walked by, mumbling a "Hey" before passing her. She slipped out the door, to one of the terraces and sat in one of the lounge chairs.



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Vanessa smirked as she awoke. She flipped her long blonde hair, out her way and slid out of bed. She was quite pleased with herself. So far she'd pretty much ruined her spoiled little brat cousins vacation and found a hot guy to play with. After showering, she slipped into a tiny bikini and a pair of cheeky shorts that showed the bottom curve of her butt. Then skipped down the stairs where she saw Sammie. She grinned her cat like grin before poking out her lip and saying "Poor baby" She sneered, Perfect little Khloe doesn't like you anymore because you took Rylee? By the way, nice job. I mean you could have any boy in the group, especially since you want every boy in the group and you take the one she wanted. Even better the one she made herself pretty for" She giggled "You are cold hearted Then skipped happpily aaway.

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"Hey.."

Khloe, her best friend hardly looked at her, walking past her. Sammie bit her lip, and suddenly the memories of last night came flooding back to her. She started breathing fast.



"Poor baby. Perfect little Khloe doesn't like you anymore because you took Rylee? By the way, nice job. I mean you could have any boy in the group, especially since you want every boy in the group and you take the one she wanted. Even better the one she made herself pretty for. You are cold hearted." Vanessa sneered, giving Sammie the most fake smile she'd seen before, and giggled, skipping away.

Sammie's eyes watered, and she rocked slightly. That wasn't her last night. Who was she? How could she hurt someone so close to her, so badly like it was nothing? Why was she even alive right now? Sammie ran a hand through her hair, it shaking. It felt the whole world was crumbling around her. She'd never hurt Khloe in any way, not if she could help it. The pain stung her heart, and she almost lost herself to her emotions, but fought back, and won, tightly gripping her arm. Her knuckles looked as if they were going to protrude out of her skin.

Why? That was the question that echoed in her head. Why would she hurt Khloe? Well, honestly, it feels as if Khloe is... distant from Sammie. They haven't had a full conversation since she arrived. Sammie wondered if Vanessa was telling Khloe something about Sammie. Was Vanessa going to die if she didn't have her stupid little butt in some type of fricked up drama dealing with Sammie?

Ellie just simply walked by her, but Sammie felt her eyes on her. She couldn't believe herself. She... She didn't know what to do. Her whole social life was crumbling right in front of her, all because of a stupid drinking game Vanessa wanted to play. Vanessa always ruined Sammie. She hated it. Sammie always felt like she was around her mother when Vanessa came. Everyone always believed Vanessa over her, which ignited a flame of anger in her. Sammie was the one who'd helped everyone. She was the good girl, and Vanessa was the bad, but her idiot friends couldn't seem to wrap their tiny little heads around that.

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"Hey Sammie, How are you? I missed you!" Davey hugged her tightly, and she hugged him back for a slight second, then let go softly, and curled her arms into one another. "I.. I missed you too." She managed to say, and held back her tears. Sammie nodded, and silently went out the door by the chair Khloe was sitting in.

Her eyes finally surrendered to her emotions, and flooded her face instantly. Sammie let out a small, "eep" as she went down the stairs, at a quick pace, then ran across the sand, away from the house.

She felt helpless. Useless. No one wanted her there now. NO ONE. Not even her own best friend, the one she swore she'd always love, and help. Sammie had cried quite a bit before she finally fell to her knees in the warm sand, under a palm tree. She made sure she was hidden, inside the trees, and curled up tightly, her back to a tree, and just let out her emotions. She was crying so hard, that she sounded like a dying seal, letting out occasional sobbing noises like, "Ahh" or "Eep".

Sammie felt her past knocking at her heart's door, and looked down into the sand through her legs. With her arms resting on top of her head, hiding it, she held them tightly. The tears wouldn't stop, and she couldn't make them.

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This wasn't Sammie. She didn't know what was going on with herself right now. Vanessa had a way of... hitting her in the heart, every time, and hard. It's like she took a baseball bat and swung it at Sammie, multiple times.

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Steve groaned awake as the sun finally hit his face. "Ugh, Man. Guess those pills hit me harder than I thought." He rubbed his eyes and yawned as he sat up and swung his legs over the bed. "If I felt this bad after taking them. I don't want to imagine what I'd feel like with a hang over and this." He said standing up. He looked around and saw that he crashed in Leo's room. "Fitting, he never showed up. I sleep on his bed."

Steve was the only one who didn't drink that night, or at least as far as he remembers. He could remember what generally happened, but specific details are fuzzy. He managed to sneak out of playing by volunteering to tend the fire, he said something about drunks and fires don't tend to mix. Vanessa only agreed because he made such a good case about not wanting to take an intoxicated teenager to the hospital for severe burns and explaining why a bunch of underage kids are drinking anyway. That, and she didn't know how high he really was.

He headed towards the room he put his stuff and was greeted by a person sleeping on his bed. He shrugged it off and grabbed his stuff and headed back to Leo's room. He changed out of the clothes he had on yesterday. He put on his red swim trunks and his Spiderman T-shirt. Something else happened he knew it, but he couldn't put his finger on it. It had something to do with Lacey. He thought about it for a bit and came up empty.

Steve walked up to the window and saw Khloe sitting in a chair looking very sullen. He felt bad for her, it sucked having someone you want taken from you. He tried to remember what exactly happened to end like that, but he just couldn't recall. He sighed, "Join us this year Steve, she said. You'll have fun, she said." As he finished talking to himself, he saw Sammie walk out fairly quickly and then take off running.

"Aw, Jebus. Things are not looking for this group." He sighed as he decided to head after her. He needed to know her side of things. Honestly, he couldn't care less if Sammie did anything with Rylee, but it isn't like Sammie to openly hurt her best friend. He had to get to her first before anybody else did. Steven headed down stairs and saw Ellie and Davey,

"Sup Davey, Morning Ellie." Steve said walking past the pair. He briefly wondered why Davey here, but he'd find out later. He made his way towards the front door and said, "I'm heading out. I'll be back soon." He headed outside and went to the beach directly. He found her a couple minutes later. He heard her before he saw her.

"You know, you're going to need a better hiding spot than this if you keep crying like that." Steve said kneeling next to her. "I'm not here to call you names, tell Khloe where you are, and judge you. I've already done the last one, and this," he made a movement with his hands, "Doesn't change that judgement I made so long ago. So, cheer up. You have at least one friend that cares about you. Of course I'm not sure how much I count, but it's still one more than Hitler." He smiled at her. "Anything you say, will be kept between us. Unless you spill the beans then I pretty much get a free pass."

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Khloe emerged from the terrace after a few minutes. The truth was she was more hurt than angry. She didn't understand why Sammie listened to her talk about how much she liked Rylee for five years and never thought to tell her that she liked him too. She just felt so stupid. But she was also mad at herself. She was mad at herself for being mad at Sammie and she was mad at herself for wearing basically no clothes right now. I mean what was she doing?! She glanced down out the tank which covered her butt but was rising up he thighs and because it was so loose it exposed her cleavage Grandma would kill me if she saw me She mused.

She walked into the kitchen and attempted to take off her glasses but decided against it. Lacey was at the counter, making something so she saddled next to her. "Ok on a scale of starlet to street walker ?" She asked biting one side of her bottom lip. "Where am I?" She tucked a curly tendril behind her ear. She hopped on the counter, letting her feet dangle. She was about to start blabbing on about how shitty everything was when a flash of light caught he eye. It was the anklet that Sammie gave her on her sixteenth birthday. Sammie had the matching one but she wore hers as a bracelet. That's when it hi her; She was being a really shitty person. I mean Sammie never did anything with Rylee and even if she did, it wasn't Khloe's place to tell her not to.

She slid off the counter and opened up the fridge "Oh by the way, I'd watch for Vanessa if I was you" She grabbed a package of cherries out and set them on the counter "Steve is definitely her type" She popped one of the cherries in her mouth. She was one of the few (if not the only) people who knew Lacey liked Steve. Honestly she thought Lacey would be perfect for him. Maybe she could make him more ambitious or at least have bigger dreams than to get through life with no issues.

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James never drank. He didn't go to parties, so where was he supposed to? He sometimes had a beer with Rylee when they were just hanging out, but he'd never been drunk. Until the night before. He didn't even have a good reason. He had eight beers. Hell, he'd drank more than Steve, who had nothing. He woke up at 9:30 and immediately ran to the bathroom to throw up, but the door was locked. He heard Rylee singing (off key), and the shower was running. He banged on door with his fist five times. "Come on, Ry!" He shouted "I will not hesitate to hurl in your suitcase." After knocking three more times, the door opened.

"Good morning sunshine," Rylee said, walking to stand by the sink. He had a towel wrapped around his waist, but the shower was still running. "Need me to hold your hair for you?" James threw up. Rylee walked over to turn off the shower as James washed his face and brushed his teeth. "Do you remember anything from last night?"

"Not after my third drink. What happened?" James replied, walking back into the bedroom. He grabbed a tank top and jean shorts. He threw them on then walked back to the bathroom.

"Well, Sammie got drunk off her ass, too. And she said some shitty stuff about her and I's 'relationship', whatever that may be. And Khloe stormed off. And, oh yeah, Vanessa's here. So that's great. You said some good stuff to her." After the girls had stormed off from the bonfire the night before, James had thrown some choice words at Vanessa about the kind of person she is and what not. "But I don't know what to do about Sammie and Khloe," Rylee continued. "Their friendship is going to be ruined, all because of me. Honestly, I could go for either of the girls. But Sammie is just... Sammie."

After both boys were dressed, they went downstairs to eat. Lacey was cooking in the kitchen, and Khloe was standing in front of the fridge. James sat down at the island and Rylee stood next to Lacey, putting an arm around her waist. "Looks awesome, Lace," he said. "I'm starving, but I think I need to go talk to someone else in this room." He turned to Khloe. "Will you pretty please come with me?" He walked out, patting James on the back and smirking at him. He wanted James and Lacey to hook up. Simple as that. They didn't even have to date. He just knew that they both had low self-confidence.

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Sammie had left just as quickly as Davey had given her a hug. "I.. I missed you too." she said, silently nodding, and then fleeing. Davey knew the expression her face all too well. It was the expression of someone who was holding back tears. He glanced over at Ellie. From the way she was watching Sammie leave, he knew she understood too.

"Okay..." he said in a tone that was mocking annoyance, "What did I miss? What happened?"
Ellie crossed her arms and stared up at the ceiling. "Well..." she started, "Someone came over, and kind of tore us all apart. Yeah...not gonna lie, you came at a REALLY bad time..."
"It was the Loch Ness Monster, wasn't it?" he interrupted.
Ellie gave him another risen brow.
"What? What are you..."
"VaNESSa. The Loch NESS Monster? Jesus, Ellie, I thought you were smart!"
She rolled her eyes. "Yeah, try calling her that. See if she likes it."
"I do. I address her by her nickname...Nessie. That's what we call her in England."

For a moment, he caught Ellie's lips curling upwards into a small smile. She sighed, and uncrossed her arms. "Well, I'm heading upstairs. Go say hello to the group or something. Maybe you can cheer us all up."
"Challenge accepted." he said. Suddenly, Steve passed by. "Sup Davey, Morning Ellie. I'm heading out. I'll be back soon." Davey nodded. He saw Ellie give him one last look before stepping up the stairs. He flashed her a devilish smile and sealed it with a wink, making the girl immediately turn her head in annoyance as she proceeded up to her room.

Davey chuckled, making his way towards the kitchen. It was there that he saw Lacey making breakfast. She had her earbuds in, and was moving her hips in time to the music that was blasting on her ipod. She didn't turn her head, and was oblivious to Davey's presence behind her. "Nice shakin', bacon." he whispered in her ear, taking the earbud out momentarily, and then placing it back in once he had finished the sentence. He then smiled at her, and walked back towards the front door. He grabbed his one suitcase, and put it in a room upstairs. He'd figure out where he was sleeping later - for now he just wanted to put it away from the door.

Galloping down the stairs, he made his way back to the kitchen again. He wasn't hungry, he was just looking for someone to converse with. There was a guitar in his hands. He hadn't played it in four days. Davey could never play his guitar when his brother or mom was home. His mother needed peace and quiet to concentrate, while Cormoran just detested Davey playing the guitar. He entered the kitchen once Rylee had finished speaking. He sat on a table, and started to strum his fingers over the strings. Improvisation was like second nature to him.

"Hey Koko! James, Rylee..." he said, greeting them lightly, yet loudly. "So tell me...what happened last night? It's like I'm on cloud nine while everyone else has just finished ascending from the depths of hell. I'm very confused."

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Khloe was nibbling on a cherry when James and Rylee entered the room. She closed the fridge, took a deep breath then turned around. She sent a smile to Jamie and was about to ask him how he slept when Rylee mentioned her"Will you please come with me?" He asked before leaving the room. She was about to followed him out the room but whipped around when she heard a familiar voice.

"So tell me...What happened last night?" He said in his happy tone. Her face brightened completely as she yelled "Omigod Omigod Davey!" She said jumping up and down. She turned to Rylee and naturally grabbed his hand to pull him to Davey. "We gotta say hi!" She started, but immediately dropped his hand as realization hit her. She looked at him with her sharp bright eyes, flooded with confusion, hurt, and nervousness. I'm not mad at you and Sammie" She blurted out.

Heat flooded her cheeks as she cut her gaze from him "I feel stupid, and i mean a little hurt that you guys didn't say something to me. I mean you guys didn't think during our friendship to say something?" She sighed and glanced at the kitchen, where Lacey, James, and Davey stood. She couldn't believe how distant she felt from them. She absentmindedly pulled the tiny dress down.

"We should get back in there... or get ready to go to the beach or something." She said babbling toward the end. She didn't know what to do. She wanted to hug him and cry and she wanted him to stroke her hair and tell her its ok but she also wanted to yell at him and tell him how stupid he made her feel and she wanted him to notice how much skin she was showing and she wanted Jamie.. and more than anything she wanted Sammie. She wanted her best friend. And where the hell is Ellie?!

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{“Would you destroy Something perfect in order to make it beautiful?”― Gerard Way }






Lacey was in her own little world as she sung along to the Beyonce song on her phone. It wasn't until she felt someone remove her headphone and whisper in her ear. "Nice shakin', bacon." She jumped a little bit, being caught completely off guard before the person behind the voice put her earbud back in her ear. She removed one as she turned around to see Davey smiling towards her. She chuckled and smiled towards the ground in order to hide the embarrassment on her face as her cheeks turned red a bit. When he went back down the stair she softly face palmed herself and sighed. "I am the biggest dork!" She told herself before seeing Khloe. "Morning, beautiful." She said with a smile on her face as she moved the plate of meat onto the counter. "Ok on a scale of starlet to street walker, Where am I?" She sighed softly as she bit her lip and tilted her side a bit to the left. "Well, you do not look like a streetwalker... But, I do think you should put on a small pair of shorts..--Not that you don't look cute or anything! But, I just feel like your just trying to impress someone or prove something. Which you don't have to do, you're one of the cutest people I know." She said before turning back to the oven to put the cinnamon buns in as the hot air hit her face, making her back up just a bit.

"Oh by the way, I'd watch for Vanessa if I was you"

"What do you mean?" She asked as she turned back towards her friend as she walked over to the refrigerator. "Steve is definitely her type"[/color] She turned her eyes to the ground as she sighed. "I know. But, it's not like I had a chance before. Now its just that more of a impossibility." Lace turned back towards the stove to turn it off before going next to Khloe as she sat back down on the counter. The young girl took a piece of bacon as she looked at Khloe with a disappointed shrug of her shoulders. "Looks awesome, Lace," Lacey smiled towards the taller boy as she spoke. "Thanks darling."

"I'm starving, but I think I need to go talk to someone else in this room." Lacey looked towards Khloe with a raised eyebrow as Rylee asked Khloe to talk to him. She watched as they left, leaving James and Lacey alone. She didn't notice Rylee pat his friend's shoulder as he walked out, but she did know that Rylee was up to something with the two of them... She just didn't know what it was exactly.

Once Khloe and Rylee left the room, Lacey turned towards James with a somewhat awkward smile. Before turning her attention to Davey who was now sitting at the kitchen table with his guitar. "So tell me...what happened last night? It's like I'm on cloud nine while everyone else has just finished ascending from the depths of hell. I'm very confused." She chuckled softly as she sat on the table. She put her face in her hands as she started to think about last night again. "She ruined everything, Davey. I--..I don't even know where to start. All I really need to tell you is that because of Vanessa, Sammie and Khloe aren't even talking to one another." She said soft enough so Khloe couldn't hear her but Davey could.

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"One of two things will happen; Everything blows over and you and Khloe go back to being BFFs or it's going to get a lot worse. How much worse, I can't tell." Steve then stood, and left, muttering as he walked away.

Those words rang in Sammie's head: It will get worse... It will get worse..

She didn't know what to do. Should she go to Khloe... or Steve... or Rylee? Should she go to anyone for that matter? Sammie knew it would get worse without her even trying, so, she decided what she thought would be best for her friends, even if she had to go through pure pain, it was worth it, for them.

Sammie has decided to try and give up on her and Rylee's.... whatever they had going. Khloe can go after him, Sammie'd stay in the shadows, and stalk the group as they went to the beach or clubbing. What harm could that do? Rylee had a second option, Khloe. Khloe obviously liked him, that was the whole reason they were in the predicament. She'd let those two have their small chance, with Vanessa anyway, at a "true love". Sammie kind of had a second option, if you counted being alone.

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Sammie smiled softly down at the sand, and looked up at the house, her eyes were tear-stained, but, she was smiling. All because.... Why was she smiling? Oh no. "No, Sammie, no.." Sammie muttered, and looked at Steve. Her heart started to beat faster.

She had developed a small crush on Steve in highschool, when he flirted with her, but then she'd found her "jackpot" Rylee. Maybe all of this was supposed to happen for a reason. Maybe she was supposed to be with Steve.

Then, the depression came back.

Vanessa had Steve. There was no way... in the world, she'd have a chance, was there? Not unless he liked her back...

No, no, no, no! This was the last thing Sammie needed to be thinking about. More relationships? More drama? No! Sammie hit her leg as hard as she could, then winced back in pain, and "ahh"-ed. She knew that'd leave a bruise, but if it made her quit, it'd be worth it.

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Khloe followed Rylee out of the room, and they were almost into the living room when she whipped around. Rylee
heard Davey's voice. Davey? He was supposed to be on vacation of on some tropical island, not Jersey-turned-Hell. "Omigod Omigod Davey! We gotta say hi!" She grabbed his hand, but quickly dropped it, realizing that things were not normal. "I
know, Khloe, but can I say one thing?"
Rylee responded, slightly annoyed. Problems needed to be resolved, not put off. "I'm not mad at you and Sammie. I feel stupid, and I mean a little hurt that you guys didn't say something to me. I mean you guys didn't think during our friendship to say something?"

"Khloe, I swear to god, if it makes you feel any better, we've never done anything." Rylee didn't know what else to say. He didn't want to fuel the fire, and he thought stating his real thoughts and feelings would do so. Why can't everyone just be happy and get along for one fucking day? he thought. He noticed Khloe pulling down her dress. He liked when she wore things revealing, but not too revealing. Not because he thought she should cover up, but because he thought it was straight up sexy.
It was like a game.

"We should get back in there... or get ready to go to the beach or something." She turned around to walk back into the kitchen, but he grabbed the hem of the skirt of her dress.

"I like this on you," he said, eyeing her up and down. "You should wear it more often." Rylee had this problem a lot. He
couldn't help it. He liked to flirt with girls when the were mad. Just girls when irritated in general is adorable to him. He side stepped past her into the kitchen and saw Davey talking to Lacey. "Davey, my boy," he said, loudly. "How are
you? No Bahamas, I take it?"
He sat down next to James at the island and pulled out his phone. I think Khloe's still pissed at me. Did you make out with Lace while I was gone? He found "Jamie Boy" in his contacts and sent the message.