The expression ‘i’ll think about it’ never truly meant the person would think about it, and Cleopatra knew that. There were many times when Cleo told people, she would think about it or that she will sleep over it-but never really thought about it. That expression was used simply to dismiss people, to get them to leave you alone for them tirelessly waiting for a response that was never going to come. “No you’re not.” Cleo said with a sigh, “You just want to get away from me and let me wait for a response you’re never going to give.” Cleo was way too careless with words. She wanted to be forgiven but it seemed she didn’t know how to bite her tongue and simple say 'ok, i’ll wait but i’m really sorry “I shouldn’t have left you, but like I said my sister, she’s always going to come first to me Dez”
Niko couldn’t help but laugh as Hyun-Ae warned them about her parents, thinking of how it reminded them of their own parents, especially when it came to them and their sister. “Don’t worry, I’m pretty good at dealing with intimidating parents.” They told her, smiling when she asked them to tell her about their siblings. “I have two siblings, a sister and a brother. My sister’s name is Mizuki and she’s six years older than me. She’s finished school now and is working as an actor. My brother’s name is Sato and he’s two years younger than me, he’s in grade 10 here at Cerulean.” They responded, explaining about their siblings. “I’ve never really had one either.” They confessed when she told them she’d never had a date before. Niko wasn’t a very relationship-oriented person, so while they’d had a few hookups in the past, they’d never been in a real relationship.
@Ouijaloveletters - Hyun-Ae
Annie’s eyes flickered around Jordan, and the hospital bed, nervously waiting for an answer from him, and he quickly had her attention the second he started talking. But it wasn’t an answer anything like what she had expected. Accidents happen? He doesn’t know what happened. It’s nice to meet you? The desperation she couldn’t hide had fizzled out into nothing. Nothing, but a faint, “What?” There wasn’t hatred on Jordan’s face as she had expected, no. There was something arguably worse. A face of unfamiliarity, a forced face he was putting on as celebrity Jordan. He doesn’t know her. “Meet you- I’m not a-” She finally looked back at Sadie, and even for a moment Jezebel, both with ambiguous, but distinctively unsurprised, faces at Jordan’s reaction to her. “You have to be… kidding, it’s me- it’s Anni- what are you talking about?” The more Annie spoke the more distressed and confused she couldn’t hide she was becoming. “You don’t–” Though her words were interrupted by Sadie’s hand on her arm pulling her away from him. Yes, please, fvcking enlighten her.
"So you can’t do anything?" Annie asked frustratedly in the corridor of the hospital upon being told by the nurse, stood next to Sadie, about what was going on. “You can’t, like, do an electric shock, like those shock things you- yeah you can, you can do it in people’s head, do that into his memory areas or something wherever it is,” Her words were fast, too fast to let the growing sadness out just yet. But it didn’t take long, all it took was a shake of a head from the nurse and the hopeless voice of her mother’s “Annie…” before it was practically impossible to suppress. “No. No, no, no, he can’t- he has to rememb- shlt- he has to know that I’m sor-” Though Annie’s shaking voice was quickly interrupted by her mother pulling her into an embrace, almost sensing the tightening of her throat and short intake of breath. Her father didn’t remember her. He didn’t know her. He didn’t know her. “It won’t be long, I promise, I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” Sadie’s voice said as tears escaped Annie’s eyes.
It was only a matter of time before Sadie had been asked by the nurses to go back to Jordan. Because, apparently he still thinks they are still married or something? “Yeah, whatever, it’s fine, I’ll probably, like, go home or something,” A relatively-calmed Annie reassured Sadie as she looked at her with uncertainty about leaving her. Jordan needed Sadie more than Annie could, and it was fine. Though going home wasn’t exactly an option since one house was… yeah, and the other would have someone she was a stranger to arriving whenever. But there was one place- one person- that instinctively came to mind to go to.
“What the fvck happened to you?” Annie asked Ricky with undertones of… fine, maybe actual concern… at the sight of his clearly-post-fight face, stepping closer to see the damage that had been done.
benitz786 Enrique Montoya, Jordan Williams
Littlefeets Jezebel Williams
”I’m not staying out of it unless you both stop.” Both of his brothers told Diego to stay out of it, but that was not happening. The two of them were both hurt, faces bloody and would soon be bruised, and Diego wanted it to stop. For his entire life he just wanted his family together. They were the most important thing to him, and the past months, all this time Enrique had pulled away from the family, Diego hated it. There was a point where Diego was mad at his brother, mad at him for just abandoning them and pushing them away with out explaining why. All Diego had wanted was to know what was going on, but it wasn’t until the Blue Royalty post that revealed that Ricky was adopted that Diego could even begin to understand why. Ricky may not have been acting like a good brother, Ricky may not even want to be their brother, but he would always be. ”Just shut up and stop fighting!” Diego pleaded as they continued letting the situation escalate. ”You’re still my brother too, and I’m not going anywhere.” Diego said determinedly, looking right at Enrique, having come there to find and talk to him in the first place. Diego wasn’t even going to address the comments about Phoebe. He may not have liked it, but words were heated in the moment, and could be dealt with later. What mattered now was stopping the fight and getting his family to listen to each other. Diego wanted his family back, including Ricky. That just couldn’t happen while they were fighting in public, with a police officer nearby who would probably get them all in trouble if the situation didn’t calm down soon.
WHAT IS UP WITH THIS DUDE? WHO EVEN WAS HE? Oh right, he was “Deigo Montoya” the “honorable” Montoya triplet… sht, scratch that, twin. Good for you, kid. Now be honorable and take the other less honorable Montoya away. Yes, he was talking about Raphael - have you seen the sht he’s done over the years? Yeah, you’d call him less honorable too if you knew. Anyways, Enrique couldn’t help but roll his eyes at Diego’s sentiment of stop - similar to when they were kids. It was always the same, Raph and Ricky fighting about something or another and Diego always in the middle ready to top - and usually get hurt in the process. Either way, excuse you - Diego, you’re irrelevant in this situation. Was anyone talking to him anyways? No, nope, Ricky didn’t think so. “Unless you also want a punch to the face, Diego, step away, go home, or to school, and go pine over a girl who should still be a freshman.” Ricky muttered - making it clear that he had no intention of holding back today. It was even more annoying with Diego’s next sentiment. Yeah, Rick really felt like a part of the family with one of his old brothers hating him, and the other saying you’re still my brother. Maybe next time plan out these talks so there’s not such a discrepancy? Not that Ricky cared… not at fcking all… nope.
So what could he do? He could stay in this fcking idiotic conversation where Raph was trying to punch him. Or he could get himself away from the conversation. The second one sounded far better. “HEY OFFICER. NEED YOUR HELP HERE,” Ricky screamed - feeling far more sober than he was. When Diego and Raph turned around, Ricky grabbed the small packet of weed from his back and threw it on the floor near Diego.
“Officer… I don’t remember your name but I’m pretty sure my da- Cheif Montoya invited you for dinner one time. I think you might want to take these two down to dear old Chief Montoya because Raph is drunk out of his mind, and Diego here was trying to give me weed” Ricky smiled at the officer who looked truly disappointed in the three of them. “Why don’t you boys come with me,” the Officer stated, grabbing Raph’s hand and clearly meaning for all three of them to come with him. However, while Diego was distracted, Enrique made his escape and snuck down an alleyway leaving both Diego and Raph to be escorted in a police car to his old father.
So did he leave his old brothers to get “arrested” without him? Hell yeah he did… though part of him felt a little bad but he quickly covered that up after getting back to Fin’s place and subsequently getting even more plastered - to the point where he could no longer feel his face. A face, which, by the way fcking hurt. Ricky had an ice pack on his face as he listened to music that was far too loud, but at the moment, there were other things that he cared about… like… dancing shirtless in Fin’s apartment. Honestly 100X more fun than talking to his brothers, or even talking to that girl before them.
Though, Ricky did stop when he heard a knock on the door. Well… “stop” as in dance over to the door with the bottle of absinthe in his hands - only to have it open up to a girl who immediately asked what happened to him. Damn, party pooper. Ricky was trying to forget about everything that happened, not remember it. With a smirk on his face, Ricky didn’t respond as he pulled her into the apartment, spinning her around before continuing to sway his hips and take another drink. “I’m having a fcking party, what does it look like?” Ricky responded before drunkenly offering her the bottle in his hand.
@Littlefeets @Cerealkiller - Kinda left it open for the Montoya brothers to be together in the back of a cop car and talk/also talk to their dad. I’ll leave it up to you two where to take that!
“Well thank you, Katherine. My services are open 24/7 - and by that, I mean my. mimosa making skills,” he joked, leaning against the counter so that he was slightly closer to her - a smirk playing on his lips as he took another drink, letting his eyes drift to her lips and then back up to her eyes. Was Kaspian expecting to be enjoying the day with a beautiful stranger that he met merely half an hour ago? No, but did he mind it? No again. Honestly, it was refreshing… and that wasn’t just because she was cute - which, mind you, she was.
That was partly what was on his mind as he grabbed a button-up, and it didn’t diminish as he walked back to her slowly buttoning the shirt up as she noted that his current state was, indeed, better than his last one. Now that he was dressed, it was, of course, time to do what he promised - which was to lead her out to the track and have that ride he was actually quite excited for. “You’ll soon realize that I always keep my word,” he responded to her sentiment, though, as she asked about the bathroom and soon disappeared, he simply shrugged it off and walked outside to the backyard garage where there were about 12 dirtbikes on display. Man, rich people really did have their niches huh? Well, who was Kaspian to judge? He was simply… hmm… borrowing it for a moment. Grabbing two bikes, Kaspian led them both out to the door - one a deep shade of red and another that was a soft purple that almost reminded him of the girl inside.
Alongside the bikes, Kaspian also made sure to grab some gear for the two of them including gloves, helmet, and some pads just in case before waiting by the exit as he scrolled through his phone on the wretched app called Instagram where people practically edited their fake lives for everyone to see. What a scam, if you asked him. Though, Kaspain did follow a few students at C. High, which naturally resulted in him rolling his eyes seeing all the lovey-dovey “Happy Valentine’s Day” posts. Could people really be so cheesy as to get banners for their Valentine’s saying something along the lines of “Will you be my Valentine’s”. Honestly, Kaspian had forgotten what today was - though it did make sense why his client was complaining about her husband not getting her flowers and how appreciative she was of a big, strong man being there. though she also usually said that during their sessions, so it wasn’t technically out of the ordinary.
He only found himself looking away from his phone when he heard his entire name from the girl he had brought back to this… lovely residence. Ahh, using his thing, are we - Katerine Burton. Cute. He raised his eyebrow as she repeated his thing with saying her entire name, though didn’t respond to it as she crossed her arms against her chest. “You know, Katherine Burton, you are an interesting one,” he responded to her what are we waiting for before handing her a purple helmet. “Just waiting for you,”
Though a soft laugh escaped his lips when she talked about betting. He had already started putting his helmet on and had moved over to the gloves sitting on one of the bikes. “Why don’t we just make it easy and say whoever gets back to the start of the track first? But… what were you thinking?” he asked with a grin. “How about this, Miss Expert. If I win… hmm… take a dip in the hot tub with me before you disappear to school with that doctor’s note I promised you? Ride included and if you win… well… I don’t exactly know what you want if you win, Katherine. So… Katherine Burton…” he started, stepping closer to her so that he was right in front of her, looking down. “What do I owe you if you win?”
Nothing, no amount of preparation could have ever prepared Jezebel for this. Jordan’s words were just the beginning. There was a coldness in the way he looked at her, in his words. None of it was right. There wasn’t the warmth, the feeling of home and safety that she always had with him. Then Sadie’s words… Jordan’s memory… 2029… It couldn’t be… no, that would mean that Jordan didn’t remember everything… the babies, their wedding, the reunion… No, no, no… Jezebel stood there for a moment, practically frozen. The most she could manage was a slight shake of her head, wishing that is was all a bad dream, covering her mouth with one hand to avoid letting out a sob, while the other rested against her belly. The situation was only confirmed when Annie entered the hospital room, and Jordan didn’t even recognize her. Jezebel didn’t have much of any relationship with Annie, but even that was painful for Jezebel. She knew how much Jordan’s kids mattered to him, how even though she was the one who got Jordan hurt in the first place, Jordan would still love her and want her to know he cared about her, but she was simply treated as a stranger… Jordan’s own daughter was a stranger to him, and Jezebel… she was someone he thought betrayed him…
“I’ll… I’ll go…” Jezebel squeaked out, trying to not completely breakdown. She felt sick, head spinning, heart beating like it was about to break. She had barely stepped out of Jordan’s hospital room door by the time her vision was blurred by tears. For a while, she didn’t know how long, she was simply crying and trying to remind herself how to breathe. Then she spoke to the doctor, which only made her feel worse. “There has to be something… something to help him remember. He’s my husband… I need him, but he doesn’t remember… he thinks he hates me…” Most of Jezebel’s words came out barely intelligible, and afterwards she couldn’t have even repeated any of what the doctor said, just that they would let her know when there were any updates on his condition. She just needed to go home, and not be alone… anything that would lower her stress…
@novella
@benitz786 We can say Dan came and met up with her at the hospital, or checked on her later after she was home, or something?
While Valentine’s Day is stinking the air everywhere, Florence went on with her life as usual. Not life there was anything special for her on Valentine’s Day so why focus on it? Why would she do that anyway?
So walking into the decorated school halls, Florence glanced at her phone and the list she got. Can’t say that list was too exciting but oh well, it is what it is.
”Hey Florence… I guess I wasn’t paying attention to where I was walking, sorry…” She didn’t even notice Eddie or anyone for that matter until he bumped into her and apologised. ”Don’t worry about it it’s okay” she said with a chill smirk ”so what’s up?” she asked
Eddie gave a slight smile when Florence said it was fine and asked what was up. He then shrugged. “Not much honestly.” he stated. Whenever he was at home, he was so involved in trying to figure out what was going on with his life, with everything that was so much of a mess in his head, and at school he was simply struggling to stay awake during his classes. There were only two people he could possibly talk to about it, one of them being Amie, but things were just awkward between them to be around each other. The other person, Eddie couldn’t talk to yet, not until he had his head wrapped around the situation at least, not until he knew what to say to her… to Paige. “What’s up with you?” Eddie asked, in part to shift the topic away from himself, knowing his exhaustion was noticeable and not wanting to really get into it. “Anything going on, not staring in someone else’s movie, right? Valentine’s or prom plans?” Eddie asked, rambling slightly.
Fair enough. Life does tend to be boring sometimes, or just not too crazy. But we can’t relate to that can we? ”The usual” she stated with a shrug, casually deflecting the topic from her own possible problems in life. When was life not a bloody mess? I don’t know, but it sure didn’t mean we were going to just spread that knowledge out to the world. Some things better left unsaid. Especially in a place like this.
”Honey I’m the main character, all the movies are lame without me” she said with a playful wink and a sassy hair flip, ending with a light laugh and a smile. ”no plans though, you? Are you and Paige like… a thing? Or was it like a one time king of thing?” she asked curiously. Tho technically she really could not see Eddie and Paige being a thing they really don’t match but hey who knows?
@Littlefeets Ed sheeran
@benitz786 Paige mentioned
Waiting for her? Is that what they were doing? Nooo… She was not wasting time and trying to find a way out of this… At least a cute bike was waiting for her, a helmet that matched it. Nice touch Kaspian Ishida… You know, that already started growing on her. Hearing her full name like that. It’s better hearing it from a shirtless person, but this also works… Let’s not get distracted, not time for that. A really bad time for that.
If Katie didn’t want to do this then why did she have to keep adding to this whole situation? Betting? Really? REALLY? Playing with the cute helmet in her hands, as the scary stranger was talking, she watched what he was doing so she could copy him after and actually look like an expert she and now he claimed she was. Miss Expert… We’ll see about that… Or… No. A little idea came to her mind and she would’ve done it now if he didn’t step so close to her and… Did he say “take a dip in the hot tub”? Yup, yeah he did. ”D-deal,” Katie mumbled, letting her gaze slowly travel down but then kept looking at the ground as she put her own helmet on. ”And if I win… Can it be a surprise? I think it would be fun if it was a surprise. It might make you go easy on me because you’re reeeeealllly interested in what I had on my mind. Not like you need to go easy on me… You know… Just… A thought,” meeting his eyes again with a playful smile now, she slowly took a few steps back to get to her bike before, ”That’s what we’re going to d- AH.” Before she “twisted her ankle”. Great plan, isn’t it? The moment she reached the bike and turned to it, Katie pretended that was the moment when it happened. She can be a great actress, just watch!
Holding onto the bike, a few curse words left Katie’s mouth before she simply set down on the ground and leaned back against the bike, holding onto her ankle. “Pain” visible on her face. ”Ah… I’m fine,” she tried to calmly say and pretend she’s fine while after a few seconds attempting to get up but because the pain was soooooo bad she just couldn’t. So instead she sat back down and took off her helmet, disappointed in herself. How dare this happen and ruin her fun? ”I’m sorry…”
“Glad you can handle it, then. You’ll be fine.” Hyun-Ae nodded when Niko told her about their family. “They sounds nice. I’d like to meet Sato.” Wait. Niko had never had a date either? “You’ve never had a date? But you’re so pretty! That’s very surprising.”
@Caticorn - Niko
Eddie gave a slight nod in response to Florence’s answer of “the usual”. Some how, all at the same time, life could have a way of being completely insane, yet also completely without much going on to talk about. Eddie smiled with a chuckle at her statement of other movies being lame without her. “See, that’s why I gotta worry. I can’t have my lead actress leaving me to go onto bigger things.” Though, the tone soon flipped somewhat as when she said how she didn’t have plans, she also asked about Paige. Well… Paige just happened to be the subject on the forefront of his mind, and the one he was least looking forward to talking about. Eddie awkwardly looked downward to the floor, his hand at the back of his neck, while his cheeks gained a red tint. Look, Eddie was used to being completely invisible, and Amie seeing part of that video aside, it was still a bit embarrassing that people even knew about it in general. He wasn’t embarrassed about it having been Paige, that wasn’t even a possibility. He just didn’t like the feeling that people would judge him, or know the intimate details like that. It was, in a way, more of a concern that someone would be embarrassed to be around the camera geek, the nobody. “I… um… no. It’s just… complicated?” Eddie managed with a sigh. It was complicated with Paige to say the least. Everything with the past aside, it had been just a one time thing, and they hadn’t even talked in quite a while, and now Eddie didn’t even know what to say to her. She may have even have been avoiding him, but at this point Eddie barely knew what he was doing, let alone what could possibly have been going on from her point of view. That being said, Eddie couldn’t exactly deny that he was attracted to Paige, and as much as he would say he doesn’t have a type, Paige did have some traits that could be considered as part of his type. “And I… I didn’t… don’t have plans. Unless maybe you wanted to…” he stopped himself, though the rest of the sentence clearly would have been suggesting that they could make plans, together. Eddie might not have even said anything if he wasn’t exhausted and not even sure where he was going with a word of what he was saying. Either way, he was fumbling trying to take the subject in a different direction. A direction which he would have normally only thought about taking the topic. Though, that being said, Eddie had made progress from where he had been at the beginning of Junior year when he met Florence.
What the hell were these Instagram posts? No really? Seriously? God can people STOP with the overly affectionate love. Before someone says something - no, Kaspian Ishida wasn’t “Anti Love,” but come on, how many teenagers actually knew what love was? 99% of people in high school weren’t going to end up with each other, so why celebrate such a bullsht holiday where a couple spends an excessive amount of money on random sht for no reason. Hey kids, money doesn’t grow on trees… okay well maybe for these kids it did - how else was he supposed to sell so so so many fake ID’s for such a high amount? Anyways - back to the Instagram posts - they were trash.
No really.
Look at some of these terrible ass captions and maybe you can understand the cringe-worthy pain that Kaspian was going through watching these posts.
User: who the fck cares - aka student 1
Caption: “I love you like Kanye loves Kanye.”
Really? Really? Oh my god. The worst part was the way the dude’s girlfriend did the basic 
response.
User: Student 2
Caption: “I Love you with all of my butt. I would say ‘heart’ but my butt is bigger than my heart”
And yes, it was a picture of both of their asses. Would you expect any different from this generation?
User: Why does he follow this many idiots?
Caption: “My date is such a hot-tea.”
And as you may guess, yes, they were at a tea shop.
Sigh
At least he would be having some fun on this day. That was exactly why his annoyance disappeared when the girl he was waiting for made her appearance and one with an interesting addition of adding a bet, one that he, of course, jumped on the opportunity with his version of what if he wins. He sensed a slight hesitation in her voice with the Deal, though with her own bet, she wanted to make it a surprise. “Well you know how to keep things interesting don’t you? Fine - deal. If you win… I’ll give you… whatever you want then? Within reason of course… I mean, I can’t exactly fly you to the moon, but if it’s doable, I’ll make an exception,” he responded… though part of him did wonder what she meant by the he’d be really interested in what she had to offer. He couldn’t imagine what the girl would have that he would want so badly that he’d just… lose like that. But, hey, maybe they’d both find out?
Or… not. He watched as the girl practically tripped on air… maybe a rock? Either way, she was currently on the floor nursing her foot as a soft curse left his lips. Look, maybe Kaspian had issues with his parents, but his mom raised him right. Immediatly dropping to his knees beside her, Kaspian let one hand meet her back as the other focused on her ankle. He gently let his hand move to what she was holding, “How bad does it hurt? Can you walk? Do you need to go to the hospital?” Kaspian questioned as she told him she was fine despite not looking it. Shaking his head at her apology, Kaspian let his his hand move hers to the back of his neck so he could support her. “Okay we’re going to go up in three alright?” Kaspian asked, though he barely counted before he picked her up bridal style and walked her towards the pool chair so that he could put her on something more comfortable.
Laying her down, Kaspian disappeared for a second before coming back with an ice pack and placing it on her ankle. “Guess we’re not riding then,” Kaspian added with a soft smile as he held the pack in place. “You sure you’re okay? I can drive you home?”
Yes, Katherine was definitely in a Jane Austen novel. Or some other kind of novel where a girl lies but still ends up being carried by a handsome guy… What a dream, huh? If only that happened in a different way and not because she was pretending to be hurt. But… Isn’t that how it usually goes? A girl would pretend she’s hurt to get someone she likes to look after her? That didn’t cross Katie’s mind and… It’s not like she liked this guy. She… was admiring him so let’s just enjoy the moment for a bit and ignore the whole… telling lie after lie thing.
Sitting there all hurt and sad, Katie was expecting Kaspian would offer some kind of help but not like this. The moment he dropped to his knees beside her was when she started feeling extremely bad. One thing was lying about knowing how to ride a bike but it was something completely different having someone worry about you when… you’re faking it. A small frown appeared on her face when he started asking her a bunch of questions. No, she was fine, it didn’t hurt at all and she definitely didn’t need to go to the hospital. That’s what she wanted to tell him before he moved her hand to the back of his neck and picked her up. Oh… Soon she was sitting on the pool chair and her knight in a shining armour was gone. Problem.
Big problem. Big mess.
She was FINE, she didn’t need an ICE PACK on her ankle. It was enough… Poor boy. Yes he was a stranger and she’ll never see him again so why does it matter if she keeps pretending? It doesn’t matter… But… She still felt bad. This was not right. And what was she doing it for? To look more fun? To try to blend in with… the whole situation? To not look overwhelmed with such a house and lifestyle? But how do you tell that to someone who was so nicely trying to help you? ”I guess we’re not,” Katie tried really hard to return the smile, looking down at her leg before his questions continued and she met his eyes. ”NO. No! I’m… I mean, I’m fine, you don’t need to drive me home, I…” Okay, that was enough, she’s not going to keep pretending she’s hurt, it’s ridiculous and she need to go to school soon and… work after and… sigh. Gently moving his hand and the ice pack, she slowly got up, quietly continuing. ”I’m fine. See?” moving her leg around, she was looking down at the ground, her arms crossed. ”As good as new! What a magical ice pack you have there. Heals everything in a second,” there was a sweet smile on her lips as she joked and at the same time tried to confess what she did, but as soon as she looked up at him that smile faltered and was replaced with an expression that showed nothing but guilt. ”I… Don’t know how to ride a bike and I never had one… And… You should probably just take me to school. Or you… don’t have to, I’ll find a way,” with every word her voice got more quiet, once again avoiding his gaze. How was she expecting this to end? It was simple - he’ll realize how lame that was, decide he doesn’t want her to be there and not drive her to school because why would he? She doesn’t deserve that now.
“I can see that. Some party,” She commented quietly, her eyes scanning the room, giving clues as to how fvcked he really was. It took her a moment to actually look back at Ricky, though when she did, her attitude completely switched to a more focused one. Who the fvck was on the other side of this fight? Elio? One of his brothers? Annie took the bottle he offered to her, letting it stay a distance away from her mouth because… not now. “You’re literally bleeding sti-- Ricky,” A sigh interrupted her words, at the sight of the ignored bleeding nose. Before he could make any arguments, she took his wrist and pulled him towards where the sink was - with great difficulty in that he made no effort to move with her.
Thankfully the walk across the apartment settled him - slightly - and Ricky just stood as she looked around and picked up a towel and running it under the tap. Not exactly what she had expected to walk in on after the hospital, though it was almost taking her mind off of the circumstances she had just left. Almost. “Oh, you’re still danc-- Ricky, just for a second okay, just hold still,” Annie brought one hand up to the back of his head, and the other held the towel which she drew closer to his face. “So what is the other guy looking like right now?” She asking him, avoiding the actual question being who the other guy was.
benitz786 Enrique Montoya
“THank you. You know, it really is a fcking rager.” Enrique yelled over the music, drunkenly swaying as he was unable to stand straight anymore. His eyes navigated towards her own, and for the first time, Ricky Montoya took a moment to really appreciate her. You know, Annie Williams was really pretty. Like, damn. He’d kiss her if he wasn’t so hiccup… Oh, she was talking. Fck… what was he saying again?
“It’s fineeee. I don’t even feellll it anymore,” Enrique let out, though laughter met his lips soon. “I don’t feel anything anymoreeee,” . Was there anything funny about that statement? Maybe not sober - but things were different drunk. Despite his words, he soon found her hand on his wrist and current lack of mother control or restraint, he found himself following her… well… with a little resistance… Ricky wanted to dance after all and right now she seemed like noooo fun.
That being said, if he had to follow her, well, he was going to do it under his terms - which, yes, meant dancing… or swaying… or whatever the hell drunk him was doing right now. Well, Annie called it dancing so we’ll say he was doing pretty damn well? Well UNTIL SHE MADE HIM STOP which was pretty damn rude if you asked him.
Woah… Annie was like really close to his face right now. Ricky found himself bending down for her as she held a towel to his nose which… kind of fcking hurt… and for a second, Ricky brought his hand over hers. “Rapheal looks worse… and is going to jail with Diego so I think I win this round. Yeah… yeah I’d fcking say i win. Wouldn’t you?” Ricky ranted before putting his head in face… or face in his hand… one or the other…
“You knowww. I’m really all fcking alone in this world. It’s kind of lonely.” and for a second, his drunkenness allowed vulnerability to peak through. “Waitttt… why the fck are you here?”
”Nothing to worry about” she added with a playful wink towards the boy. It didn’t take no Einstein to see that for a pair of friends, Florence and Eddie were insanely different from one another, but nonetheless, they went along quite well if I do say so myself. There was something in Eddie that sort of relaxed her, maybe it was his personality or his accent that reminded her of home, or him generally just being a jellybean, but either way, she enjoyed spending time with Eddie. So that’s nice.
”me?” she asked, her brow raised, lowkey surprised. I mean not surprised surprised, but just lowkey unexpected. ”you bloody bet I’d want to” she said with a smile on her lips ”I mean I’ve got nothing to lose don’t i?” she added with a smirk
Eddie smiled in response to Florence’s assurance that there wasn’t anything to worry about. Why Florence of all people wanted to hang around Eddie Flynn, he would never know or begin to understand. Didn’t she have friends who were more interesting, more popular, more… everything that Eddie is not? They were completely different from each other. Florence was much more like Paige, than either of them were similar to him. The main thing he had in common with either was that they were each Brits. What did they see in Eddie to ever have a desire to be around him in the way they had? That uncertainty in his mind was enough to cause him to be surprised at Florence’s answer. “I… really?” he said with some disbelief as he brought his gaze back from the floor to meet her eyes. “You’re sure?” he questioned once again, surprised.
“Like a umm mess.” Luna said pointing to her hair with a nervous chuckle. She clutched her math notebook tightly to her chest as Athena looked at her har, she slowly combed her hair with her fingers as she tried to make it appear less messy. "Hell, I don’t even care what my own looks like most of the time.” As Athena chuckled, Luna giggled along with them. “But you always look good, y-y-you’re c-case i-is different f-from m-mine.” Seriously it was like Athena was blessed by the greek gods, or whatever gods from their culture. They had everything Luna wished she had; good genetics (no offense to her parents) and money. More than half of the rich kids here didn’t really look real, more like plastic surgery and Luna didn’t doubt most of them have gotten it, she already confirmed one did- don’t ask how. Moreover, Athena wasn’t like that, like the other rich kids, their beauty looked real and not like they had some sort of surgery done to their face. When Athena told her they didn’t have a prom date, Luna’s eyes widened, “But how? I mean you’re you.” Luna noticed the tone in Athena’s voice, they didn’t seem that bothered or like they were that sad, “Do you want to go to prom?” she asked them confused, did they want to go or not? Was it the same situation as hers where one of their parents is making them go to prom.