UNPARAGONED.

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it’s thrilling, being able to stop over and, ahem, see her when he’s not drunk off his ass. there’s a fleeting worry that he might not know how to get there sober, but he decides that it can’t be that hard. noah grabs his wallet, phone, puts on his shoes and, again, throws the same prayer up to the universe. please let me get out of this house without waking bora up.

that wasn’t a conversation that he wanted to have right now … or ever, likely. he hated keeping secrets from her, but it might be for her own good. this thing with yifei wasn’t even that deep, was it?

no.

NOAH: got it NOAH: why white though?

he’s hit send before he can stop himself so he just sighs, shaking his head at his own stupidity. sure, he got out of his and bora’s house seemingly without a hitch, but if he asked more needless questions like that, it would be a miracle if yifei let him into hers.

NOAH: disregard that please NOAH: i’m on my way

noah quickly decides that it wouldn’t make much sense for him to take the car ( what if bora woke up to find it gone? what if the sound of it starting was what woke her up? ) so he opted to walk. it wasn’t an unpleasant night and, really, in crestle cove, the worst thing that he had to worry about was a ghost following him  … come to think of it, that wouldn’t be too much of a good thing so he gets going quickly, hoping no one ( and nothing ) is following behind.

the weed helps with calming her impatience, with time passing by both slower and faster than she can keep up with — she doesn’t bother. the anticipation still lingers, even if she would never admit that she actually looks forward to seeing him from time to time when she isn’t plagued with thoughts suggesting his conceit.

not that yifei’s much of a saint herself. could’ve been but chucked that plan into the trash years ago. so perhaps she shouldn’t be the one holding the gavel here.

( sms » noah ) because i have taste

she raises a brow. too late for that.

( sms » noah ) cool ( sms » noah ) see you

                                                               * ・ ﾟ

this outcome shouldn’t surprise noah. if anything, these are their natural positions that they’re assuming once more. if anything, he should have been more surprised if they didn’t end up returning to one another once again.

he’d also be lying if he said he wasn’t excited. any moment of yifei’s time that she decided to spend with noah – of all people – was a gift, really.

NOAH: any specific kind you want? NOAH: like dark chocolate or milk chocolate?

making it out of the house is something of a crap shoot in that he needs to find a way to sneak out without bora finding out. he needs to be as quiet as possible and not make a sound ( which is easier said than done. )

so, he throws up a prayer to the universe to let him get to yifei’s house in one piece. if he can’t have anything else, please let him have this one last time.

ironically, if there’s ever been a time when they’ve both been stone cold sober and were like this, she doesn’t remember any. it’s not just because the alcohol and weed help with forgetting about the consequences of it all, but also with what’s been happening recently, sober!yifei doesn’t have the capacity to indulge him when he hasn’t proven that he hasn’t stabbed her in the back. 

again, she takes a while to reply back, limbs feeling a little loose when she turns over to her side, picking up her phone and sending a quick reply.

( sms » noah ) white

see ? that’s something scandalous echo should be writing about. a tasteless lot, the whole bunch of them.

( ` laughs and jokingly uses her knuckles to rap on yifei’s arm, when she just wiggles around to let bora off and waits for bora to bring the drinks )  you’re so lazy.  ( ` but her smile mirrors yifei, the words her friend says making her expression break into a soft one that takes up her whole face with its sincerity ; bora walks into the kitchen and glances through the assortment of liquor she and noah have slowly stocked up )  we’ve got wine, gin, baileys, j.d, uh…  ( ` holds out what she knows is their go to drink, the one that they tried in high school and that they default to on the worst days when they just need something to take their mind off things )  the usual?  ( ` cocks a shoulder and grins, holding up the bottle ; it’s been a while since she and yifei had a whole night to themselves, and even if what got them together was less than pleasant, they can make a good night out of it )

                                                                * ・ ﾟ

by now, he knows that he should be used to the way that he’s not too sure of anything whenever yifei is around. in noah’s eyes, she had an uncanny ability to take anything in the world and twist and turn it around to her liking. it was one of the many things that he admired ( and also feared ) about her. so, when she claims that it’s fine, he believes her. he has no reason not to and, honestly, he should know better than going around and picking fights with people like yifei, people who will always win.

NOAH: if you say so

if it comes out condescending, it’s an honest mistake. then again, noah wasn’t too, too sure if she was in the mood to even give him the benefit of the doubt. what had he even done to deserve that luxury, anyway?

when he sees his phone light up and her message about getting an apology in person is all he sees, noah’s sure that he looks like an absolute idiot, just gaping down at his phone. did she … really? well, he shouldn’t look a gift horse in the mouth, now should he?

NOAH: really? NOAH: well ok say no more NOAH: did you want me to bring any peace offerings with me?

not even noah is that stupid.

this isn’t an impulsive decision, more like a routine that he should’ve gotten used to by now. not impulsive even if it all started with recklessness, before the weight of their actions later dawned on them and like any other respectable person, she merely adds some caution to it going forward, instead of scrapping this entirely. because she knows their mutual friend would freak, though she fails to understand why. 

nothing uncharacteristic of yifei. nothing new here.

she glances at his reply, letting out a little laugh as she begins to feel a little lighter, like her bed is now a cloud or some bullshit like that. she nearly reminds him to not wake his housemate up, but figures he knows by now, since she’s been placing more emphasis on it in the recent turn of events.

( sms » noah ) mind grabbing me a chocolate bar from the store on your way ( sms » noah ) key’s inside the black vans outside btw

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noah really screwed up this time, that was for sure. he was certainly surprised when he saw that she replied … of course, it came quite a while after his initial texts. it made sense, but that didn’t mean that it didn’t sting. it did and badly so. he grunted and rolled over, running both hands through his hair while trying to think of a way that he could magically extract himself from this situation, maybe even right the wrongs he’d done to poor yifei. so much garbage had been thrown her way via the echo and other psuedo-sources of news ( more like actual vitriol disguised as ‘gossip,’ ) yet he had simply added to it.

god, what am i going to do, he wondered. he’d really done all he could. he’d apologized and he didn’t want to press the matter any further if yifei was against it. as with most of their interactions, noah would be perfectly fine with following her lead.

noah: it wasn’t cool …  noah: you deserve better than what you’ve been called lately.

he frowned at the way that probably sounded, but had hit 'send’ before he could do anything.

noah: unfortunately, as far as insults go, i think 'bitch’ is the best i’ve got noah: so you’ve been through the brunt of it noah: again i’m sorry

damn, there he was, doing the one thing he’d not wanted to. way to go, noah, way to go.

no longer in the mood to pick a fight, there’s a strange comfort that comes with his apology — or maybe it’s just the weed, she can’t really tell at this point. she tries not to overthink it and the familiar calming shroud now hanging over her helps with that, but it only does so much. in the end, it’s up to her to purge those thoughts, a difficult feat since they’ve been incessantly bothering her for a while now.

( sms » noah ) i told you its fine

of course, among those thoughts is that pesky voice in her head essentially antagonising noah for his alleged role with the shitstorm surrounding her name. keyword: alleged. honestly, yifei wants to believe otherwise. yet, there hasn’t been much reason for her to do so anyways. so she plays into the belief that he is involved, unwilling to give him the benefit of the doubt.

why should she ?

( sms » noah ) would appreciate an apology in person though 🤔

( ` laughs and shrugs; the tabloids are having as much of a field day with mystery inc as they’ve been having with the hex girls )  why don’t you hit them up, they’ve got as much beef with echo as you do.  ( ` it must say something that bora’s been deemed too boring, too unimportant for echo to even take notice, even when the town is so small it’s been cycling through the same three rumours – the only them she finds her name printed in the papers is when she’s yifei’s helpless victim, or yet another one of fei’s suspected girls – it doesn’t rankle so much as fester a little longer, a little deeper into the hollow that her insecurities have made for themselves. but that isn’t what yifei comes over to think about ( it never is ) )  crestle’ll miss you, who will echo write about now?  ( ` teasingly, then she taps yifei’s forehead on her lap with her finger and nods in the direction of the kitchen; the lavender candles aren’t doing much in the way of improving either of their moods right now, so: )  want another drink?

☆    ﾟ * ・ ﾟ     yifei .

@gcthexed

it wasn’t the fact that he’d likely look back on all these bad decisions and shake his head, his future self likely wishing that his current self had any sort of sense ( which, no, he didn’t ) and it wasn’t even the fact that noah had a bad habit of falling for beautiful girls who showed him the slightest bit of positive attention. he’d been down this road before. he knew the ins and outs while also knowing how to navigate them; what he didn’t know was how to deal with them when yifei was involved.

yes, the reason that he could hardly sleep had little to do with either of those facts and everything to do with the way yifei had treated him when they’d ran into each other earlier. he was used to her blunt way of putting things, to which noah usually would lower his head and let yifei spew whatever she wanted at him. alas, earlier, he’d made a complete fool of himself and — in either a fit of rage or a fit of stupidity with the latter being more likely — he’d asked her why she was such a bitch.

deciding that enough was enough and he would take the high road, he grabbed his phone, pulled up her number and began typing out what would likely be a long-winded apology. when he realized that this was yifei he was talking to, he deleted most of the sap and kept it short and sweet.

NOAH: hey, i’m sorry about snapping at you earlier. that wasn’t cool to do and i’m sorry if it hurt you. NOAH: i really don’t think you’re a bitch … i was just being an asshole for no good reason, if that makes sense. NOAH: again, i’m really sorry.

honestly, the hostility is a little uncalled for. the responsible and understanding part of her knows she shouldn’t be acting like this towards noah, especially knowing that perhaps she is wrong about his connection with the rumours. hell, there’s even a slight sliver of guilt in there too. it’s just a shame that she’s long repressed that part of her now. reasonable!yifei is on an indefinite hiatus. check again next week to see if she’ll stop irrationally lashing out.

for now, she lights another joint, eyes rolling when the notifications show up on her phone screen. a quick glimpse of the contact name is enough to remind her of their encounter a few hours ago — even more reason to put a pause on the aggressive demeanour with the help of a good high.

yifei turns it over, screen down on the blanket, and takes her sweet time finishing the joint before replying. putting it out against the ashtray on her nightstand, tendrils of smoke slip past her lips when she reaches for her phone, much more forgiving than earlier.

( sms » noah ) been called worse recently ( sms » noah ) its cool

though, it did sting a little. she won’t admit that.

( ` cards her fingers through yifei’s hair, a soothing sort-of scalp massage while she vents about the latest articles that crestle cove’s run on the hex girls once again )  you know no one reads ‘that shit’ anyway.  ( ` shit being the rumours that have resurfaced, that yifei absolutely hates her guts and is finding increasingly creative ways to bully her, from subtle glances that speak a thousand words to the tabloids, to simple gestures read as ready to start a nuclear war )  c’mon, c’mere–  ( ` takes a quick story for her instagram, captions it (hex) girls night ! and tilts the screen down to yifei to show her )  ah, but they’re gonna say we’re bullying dusk now…  ( ` sighs and presses the home button, tossing her phone to the back of the couch )  it’ll die down, whatever. ignore ‘em.

yeehaw ! i’m cherry and i’m so excited to be here ! i heckin love scooby doo and i love scooby doo and the witch’s ghost even more so Naturally, i had to take up thorn’s canon !! that said, this is YIFEI ( who also goes by thorn ! ), a hex girl and also that bitch™️ who takes no shit. definitely does wiccan rituals from time to time and is a believer in the supernatural. currently branching out more as a solo artist, which has caused a rift between her and the other hex girls bc of gossip. you can find her profile here and i’ll leave some stuff under the cut regarding her background ! as usual, if you’d like to plot, please like this post !!