» 𝑤𝑎𝑣𝑣𝑦 .

name; harper castilla fc; bella thorne birthplace; cuba/key west fl residence; southside village age; twenty-two identifies; cisfem & she/her occupation; bartends @ the beach club & tattoos @ no name ink health; adhd, abuses alcohol, cocaine, pills, and marijuana heavily. height; 5'9 sexuality; pansexual & homoromantic & non monogamy zodiac; leo myers; enfp indicators; flaky, proud, angry, reckless, impulsive, arrogant, affront, sexual, immature, charming, flirty, careless, selfish, possessive, profanes, social, joyful.

Where: The Jameson Estate  When: Night  Who: Anyone can reply!

Jaxon was hanging out by the pool, drinking a mixture of this and that, after popping a couple of pills he was still figuring out. The idea for the party was great because now no one could judge him for being a complete wreck. He would like to say he doesn’t care what people think, but he does. And only a few people were privileged enough to have seen a glimmer or a glimpse of the boy behind the wolf. 

One by one, the party filled with his eyes trained on the entrance. There were some people he invited who he was still waiting on. There were also certain people he wanted to greet personally. 

sitting  on  the  ledge  of  the  pool  her  ankles  rest  in  the  busy  rippling  water  as  she  swipes  through  her  phone,  mary  jane  herself  lightly  placed  between  her  lips  as  she  occasionally  puffs  and  exhales.  smoke  seeming  to  surround  her  tall  lithe  frame.  “  yo  jaxon,  who  the  fuck  you  waitin’  on?  ”  eyes  glance  up  from  her  glowing  screen  to  lift  her  chin  slightly.  auburn  brow  lifts  curiously  as  she  lifts  a  leg  from  the  water  to  press  it  against  warmed  concrete  to  hug  it  to  herself.  attention  on  him.  “  sick  party  as  always.  but  i  can’t  help  but  think  you  look  like  a  lost  puppy.  you  good?  ”

who. open where. jaxon’s party

finding a dyed blonde white chick in a black bikini and cat mask at a jaxon jameson party was probably more difficult than finding a needle in a haystack. it didn’t help that brooke wasn’t answering her phone either. sent to voicemail, remi squirmed from the outside of the house and back in. “if you’re breaking the hoes before bros co- excuse the fuck out of you, bitch? don’t fucking touch my hair!” remi shook out the sting in her palm from dealing out a slap. “you better not break the hoes before bros code, broo broo.” she tucked her phone back into the straps around her arm before someone could stumble into her and send it crashing to the floor. at least she was less likely to lose it this way. she tapped the nearest person on the elbow. “yo - do you wanna go do jell-o shots?”

remi  always  fascinated  harper,  forever  mesmerized  as  she  leans  casually  against  the  nearest  wall,  watching  in  interest.  fingers  hold  darkly  wrapped  joint  as  she  inhales  and  exhales  steadily,  a  small  smirk  on  her  lips  at  the  scene.  fire  left  in  her  wake  and  harper  always  admiring  steps  forward  and  through  the  crowd  of  people  to  meet  her.  tall  auburn  smirking  at  her  slowly  with  casual  ease  as  she  glances  down.  “  that  was  like  so  hot,  i  swear  to  fuck  remi.  fuck  them.  whatever  they  did.  ”  casual  laughter  as  she  peers  at  the  shots  glowing  orange,  green,  and  dark  red.  “  yeah  babe.  ”  a  nod  she’s  wrapping  her  lips  around  and  inhaling  the  burning  ember  before  turning  her  face  and  blowing  the  thick  haze  away  from  remi.  moving  closer  to  her  she’s  holding  out  the  tightly  wrapped  paper  to  remi  in  offering.  free  hand  picking  up  a  green  shot  and  giving  it  a  squeeze  before  bringing  it  to  her  lips  to  swallow.  smirk  softening  as  the  tosses  the  empty  plastic  to  look  at  her  and  the  extended  green  between  her  fingers  in  anticpation.  "  you  look  so  beautiful  tonight.  "   

@latinoblxod​ !​

leaning  on  a  countertop  she  squints  at  franco  with  pursed  lips.  “  you  look  like,  hella  lost.  ”  they’d  been  neighbors  for  some  time.  she’d  always  seen  him  in  passing  and  harper  always  thought  highly  of  him  for  his  career  path.  “  you  hanging  in  there  franco?  what  color  pill  they  give  you  when  you  got  in?  ”  clearly,  he  was  out  of  his  element.  maybe  she  could  lend  a  helping  hand.