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Name: Aspen Neylani Reynolds Age: 29 Pronouns: She/Her Neighborhood: Reynold's Ranch Height: 5'8 Weight: 108lbs Born: Carroll, California Occupation: International Supermodel Pets: N/A Children: N/A Status: Alumna, cheer captain 2011-2014 Bio:

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OFF CAMPUS — 1.06 “The Breakaway”

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harrietmclaughlin

"it wasn't news when you did." not in the past, they both knew that much. but now, recently. the since i've been back that was listed for her. aspen's name wasn't really a surprise, tucked in between a kissing booth's appearance. it hadn't stung the same as his other confessions in the moment— now sitting at this table, it was the freshest bruise to inspect.

she finished the martini in front of her, the smallest grimace at the question given back to her. she could feel it catch in her throat, wholly unnatural in how it made her feel quite that upset. she closed her eyes, willing the feeling that had settled to vanish. "change the subject," it was too late, she could hear the note of something far less stable that crept in. the way it took hold, leaving her blinking back emotion before she could look across the table again. "or i'm leaving."

aspenreynolds

"What do you mean when I did? Hattie, I've been making out with Asher casually since high school. It's not serious, at all." It was the most platonic of make out sessions, a way to enjoyably pass the time because kissing was nice. And it had never bothered Harriet before. A fact that just had her brows rising up higher, though this time she bit her tongue as she watched her friend squirm. Damn, maybe it was more serious than she'd even thought considering her friend looked almost ready to cry.

Change the subject. Well, now she didn't want to, but she also wasn't sure what to say. What would be worthy of lightening the atmosphere? "So, which A list celebrity do you think I should date once my movie comes out? And you can't say Leo, I'm too old for him now."

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before she could comment on the idea, whether or not she wanted to wait in many lines, or how particularly handsome she found the delivery service, aspen tugged her arm. she had allowed herself to be pulled away from where she was holding hands with asher, half surprise and half that odd yet unnamed issue. she looked back, apologetic at the sudden change in direction. he'd offered to go, but it still felt the echo of a past that she was still trying to reckon with. and, a present that came with even more complications somehow.

she could have stood her ground, but she didn't. and, by the time she turned around, aspen had turned a jab into a compliment, letting herself out of the quick you've always been single! or he's not my boyfriend! that would have come naturally, as she turned the thought over in her mind. "i'm glad you feel that way." she didn't particularly care if it was cute, or from the outside if it made any sense. she knew the questions wouldn't stop whether she answered them or not. "did you fly half way across the world to check on me?" ( @aspenreynolds )

aspenreynolds

It never even occurred to her that Harriet would mind being tugged away from Asher, the idea of her friend being so hooked on anyone as to care about changing lines for the sake of convenience her brain didn't even go there. She'd been tugging Harriet into things as long as she could remember, and this didn't feel like it should be any different. Especially with Asher due to join them like he usually did. Why did them being together have to change anything?

"You would love it if I did." Aspen countered with, shooting a sidelong look at Harriet and a cheeky bit of a grin. Nope, she was not going to let her friend bait her, no matter how hard she tried. "I mean, I did come home so we could spend the holiday hanging out. It's tradition. I think the last Fourth of July that we didn't hang out together was..." Tapping her chin with one manicured nail her face scrunched up with thought. "Like five... ish... years ago, when I had the really bad strep throat. Oh that sucked." She hadn't even been able to go out to the cabin that year, though she left that part unsaid because it was doubtful Harriet had been invited that year.

#harrietmclaughlin #ft;harriet #gchqfourth #Steph can hop back in whenever and we can give it a cute little scene ender. =D

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asher’s jaw set harder as aspen dug her heels in, still trying to explain why what she had done to harriet was somehow justified. “and need i remind you that the town didn’t only talk about your dad?” he asked, voice tightening. “they talked about her too.” he set his drink down because he was not enjoying it anymore. not the wine, not the conversation, not the way aspen kept circling back to her own hurt like that erased everyone else’s. “or are you too self-absorbed to care about that part?” the second the words left his mouth, he knew they were harsh, but he did not take them back.

“do you honestly think hattie and i haven’t talked about it?” he continued. “of course we have. but that’s between her and me.” and they had talked about it. that night, after everything came out, asher had gone to her orchard. he had stayed at her place and they had talked through gus and holden, through him and evie, even though there had never really been a him and evie. not in the way people wanted to make it sound. that was exactly why he felt justified standing here now, giving aspen a piece of his mind because hattie had already let him see how it hurt.

“that is not how friends work,” he said, sharper now. asher took a deep breath, trying to steady himself, but it did not do much. maybe back in high school, he had not understood the shape of aspen and harriet’s friendship. he had been on the sidelines then, watching from a distance, too young and too in love and too hopeful to see all the ways they cut into each other, but he was almost thirty now. he had lived. he had loved. he had lost someone. he knew enough to know this was not what healthy friendship was supposed to look like. they were toxic to each other and he was tired of pretending that was romantic or dramatic or just the way they were.

asher scoffed, hurt turning into frustration. “stop making everything about yourself, aspen.” his eyes stayed on hers, stern now. “your sentence should have ended at, ‘i’m really happy for you, really.’ that’s it. that’s where you stop. not questioning what happens when you come back and feel left out.” he shook his head. “harriet and i like each other. we’re going to have a relationship that exists separately from you, because it has to. that doesn’t mean we’re not still your friends. it doesn’t mean anyone is abandoning you.” his voice lowered, but the edge stayed. “but you don’t get to turn us being together into something we’re doing to you.”

when she said she did not have many friends, something in asher’s expression hardened again. “and whose fault is that, aspen?” he looked at her, disappointed more than anything now. “because we all know you’ll never take the blame yourself.”

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Aspen scoffed, because why was it her responsibility to put Harriet's feelings before her father's when it was Harriet's actions that had lead to the gossip being spread about her? Did her unintended consequences really make her selfish for feeling the sting of the impact it'd had on her whole family? She scoffed through the idea that her hurt was nullified because she'd struck back in kind. "That's my entire family, Asher. It wasn't just some stupid rumour between us. It affected everyone." She didn't want to fight with him, and the frustration of it was choking the threatening sting of tears to her eyes.

Even if he was right, she couldn't help it. She already felt so left out, so separated, coming home to everything different and changed and some day she would come back and there'd be no space where she fit in anymore. Without Mickey anymore, the loss of Asher and Harriet would leave her floating amongst fair weather friends, seasonal colleagues and social climbers there just to be close to fame. She wasn't even sure what had gotten them to this point, how they'd gotten to hurtful comments through gritted teeth and hushed tones.

And then he struck, not with a fist but his words, the hard look in his eye, and she flinched. Because it hurt. Blinking back stinging moisture at her lash line, her lips parted to say something, but what was there to say except, "I'm sorry." A choked, gasp of a whisper as she set her cup down. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean for this, okay? I-..." The words threatened to break her voice and she had to take a beat for a breath as she looked for escape. "Congrats, Asher... I-..." Hands busying themselves with anything, smoothing her clothes, her hair, she swallowed hard the stone at the base of her throat and turned to head for the door. It was definitely time to go home before she made anything worse.

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He laughed softly and went back to setting up their spot as Aspen played with her niece. Holden always thought it was a shame his sister never wanted kids because she was always so good with them. "So back to tha norm?" he asked playfully, hauling over the cooler, after setting out the chairs. "And how long do you get L.A. and home on the weekends 'fore you're whisked away again?" he asked rhetorically. He knew her job was demanding and wouldn't hold it against her. "Have they given you an end date for filming yet?"

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Maybe it was because Aspen was still so immature herself, but she did like kids well enough, but they always seemed to like her. A gift now that she had a niece her very own and one she hoped to spoil as she got older. "I'm just here for the weekend and then we head back on Autumn's plane on Sunday night I think, maybe Monday morning. Late enough that it could be both, honestly." Or else they'd make it back late for shooting. "We're back in LA beginning of August, and then I think it's just a few more weeks. Then post production and the interview circuit. Hopefully home for a real good long stay come the fall. I really want to be here for the Harvest festival."

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harrietmclaughlin

she knew that the words were more dramatic than they needed to be. aspen was picking with emphasis just to make a point that she didn't need made. she already knew that they'd kept too many secrets in between the two of them, not even accounting for the ones that aspen was talking about.

while the server fill their glasses, she paused her response, a consummate mistake as the silence only gave her more room to sit with the sick feeling that tightened her throat. "i wasn't hiding it." there was nothing to tell, a day by day recount of her afternoons had never been necessary before. now that she was spending some of them with asher, it was suddenly interesting. "you wanted to see if i cared." the word left a bitter taste in her mouth, still acrid from the last time she'd used it. "well, congratulations."

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"Well, could have fooled me." She could almost see Harriet rationalizing it to herself, the wheels turning behind her eyes. No one carried less accountability to Harriet than Harriet herself. Aspen's own entitled lack of such feeding and feeding off it all these years, maybe. "You cant sit there and act like you didn't know that making out with Asher wouldn't be big news to me." It affected every facet of the friendship between the three of them.

"it's not the worst thing in the world to care, Hats." A piece of advice given out with incredible casualness as she lifted her glass for another drink. "You act like I wouldn't be overjoyed, which I am. Calm down. So it turns out you got a heart in there, is that a flaw?" More words breezed out as she received her drink, conversation pausing for the duration of the server's appearance. "So when's your guys,' wedding." Okay maybe she couldn't help but tease a little.

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She was something else. Totally unphased. Knowing he wasn't truly hateful.

Even after she had smacked him and thrown coffee into his lap, Mickey was drawn to her. In fact, that dramatic display had actually been a turn on. They she brushed aside his barbs now, the prickly reception like he might as well be some soft pillow of strikes. Frustrating. And sexy.

Mickey's lips twisted just enough to hint he was avoiding a smirk. Aspen clocked that behavior, knew him too damn well. She was right, he had used her pictures for his own pleasures because why would he?! That's what she had sent them to him for. But Mickey wasn't going to give the woman her satisfaction knowing that.

"London, Rome -- it's all the same, where you should be," he said then. Anywhere that wasn't there, enticing him. "How's dear old pops taken our break up?" Mickey asked then, through a narrowed gaze that said how sour he still was over that man. Not even aware he'd referred to things as if they had been in a real relationship. "Bet he's swell over it."

aspenreynolds

The undeniable magnetism between them had been there since the first time they'd done this dance around each other at the bonfire that had celebrated the beginning of her life free from the constraints of the town's campus. She knew this man inside and out, knew his tics, knew every shift in micro expression that was the main way he expressed anything.

Like that hint of a grin, hidden and nearly suppressed at the corner of his mouth. She saw it, she knew it, it belonged to her. No one could force it from him quite like she could, even when he was so reserved to his stance. His stubborn bullshit was as much a turn on to her as her brattiness was to him, and she was more sure now than ever before that they were a perfect match. A rare moment when two people matched up as perfectly in their flaws as in every other way.

"You can just say you're happy to see me." A few more steps to close the space, to tempt him, to test the boundaries of his resolve. A finger lifting to brush his arm but stopping a hair's breadth from actually touching him, a tease. Close enough for him to hallucinate the feel of her finger tip if he really wanted to. His choice in wording catching her attention, honey haze snapping up to his face so abruptly it was a wider it didn't make a sound. "Break up, huh? So then you do admit that we belonged to each other before?" Her own words picked carefully for the chance they would ignite some possessive part of him.

#angstfactory #ft;mickey #gchqfourth

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"What customer?" They rebuffed, calling out that she wasn't there to be a true patron of the record shop. Claudio wasn't an idiot. Aspen hadn't rolled out of bed this morning and thought to herself how she just needed a vinyl at eleven am.

Asher might be friends with her, but they weren't. They had no plans to be, either! Ever. The best Aspen could expect was civility in the presence of others.

Their face colored with the humiliation of being called a twink. It made them think of Jack, too, who also thought of them in these terms. One used it derogatively, the other like some strange term of endearment. Claudio disliked both.

"And you, as bitch as ever," they returned, hotly. Wishing they had something better to metaphorically slap her with. Aspen probably liked being called a bitch. "Why shouldn't he? I can handle it by myself right now. Even with you here."

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"I could buy everything in here if I wanted to." A reminder of not only her social standing in this town, but her wealth. "I actually wanted to get a record for my co-star, if you must know." Add in her success. Aspen has finely tuned get tone and inflection to turn simple phrases into sharp cutting edges meant to strike out at ego.

There was a silent shift to self satisfaction as she watched the he shift in their face, oh... Was that a nerve she'd struck?Interesting. And noted. It had been a long time since she'd looked and prodded someone like this and it did feel good. Like the relief of a released pressure valve.

"Wow, harsh words for someone on the clock. I haven't even done anything but compliment you, Claudey." The innocence in her voice sweet like Splenda. Artificially.

"You sure are hostile."

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