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@holdenwoods

The calming sounds of Christmas carols slowly began playing throughout dorm one. Boxes of decorations littering the common space in the dorm, Blue hadn’t bothered to ask the others if it was okay to put them up. Blue was very much a ‘holiday guy’. Any excuse for merriment, celebration, decoration and spending time with others and he was all for it. Already adorned in one of his many ugly Christmas sweaters, Blue cocked his head to the direction of the door. He spun around on his heel as he expanded his arms wide. “Welcome to the North Pole ! Do you like what I’ve done with the place ?” Blue hadn’t done all that much to the place yet, save for making an extreme mess. Little reindeer, penguins and santas were scattered around the dorm, alongside specks of fake tinsel they’ll be finding until they graduate. 

Juniper lost her bite for just a second at his apparent recognition of her, the notion that they’d met before lost on her. “That’s how I’m known? The moody one?” She tried to find offense in the comment before ultimately shrugging it off. “I’ve heard worse, actually.” Either way, the way he was fucking smiling at her was throwing her off. Her arms crossed over her chest as she met his grin with nothing more than the same frown as before and a slight tilt of her head. “Yeah? You are. What are you, a whopping 5′11? Incredibly impressive.” Her tone was laced in sarcasm as she finally smiled, albeit still not at all in a friendly manner. As soon as he started in on short jokes, however, she was clenching her jaw all over again. “Listen, Octavius Rex, I’m barely shorter than you. And I can definitely manage to shove my foot up your ass at even the slightest hint of another short joke,” she pinched her fingers tightly together as an example, taking a half-step forward so she could properly jam a finger against his chest, “until you can taste converse. Now, you can take that as an empty threat and take your chances, or pray to god the nurse is in today.” Once she’d finished her tirade, she sighed and stepped back, an overly happy grin finding her lips as she clicked her tongue. “Follow me.”

blue: but u were being silly. and ill only cash u outside if i get a zesty hug

blue: "hello sir, how are you today ? here are ur in-flight peanuts". i was born for this. also lbr wyatt probably has a better one than i would dkjghdfkdg. fuck we should have all gone as britney spears for halloween

blue: i can be everyones daddy and everyons son bc i care but i also want attention u feel?

blue: brb crying

holden: you know you can obtain a zesty hug from me any time you like, u zesty fool

holden: first ALL, i am a pretzel man. secondly, fdklsd you're so fucking right. how much you wanna bet they have an outfit in the closet that resembles a flight hostess

holden: WHAT AN OPPORTUNITY!! i would wanna b "one more time" music video britt. which 1 are you?

@holdenwoods Juniper was knee-deep in the project she was considering pitching for the next holiday season, one about the school’s founding and history leading up to present day. For a holiday like Thanksgiving, it felt right to trace the place she’d lived in since freshman year back to its roots. It also gave her an excuse to avoid the sound of Christmas music someone in her hall had decided was necessary on only November the second. It had proved to be just as serene as she’d hoped for, with little to no other students coming in to provide outside distractions. Her endeavors came to a sudden halt, however, when she couldn’t reach the shelf with the place-holding container she had to take to the librarian in order to exchange it for newspapers on microfilm. Try as she might, no amount of stretching, reaching, tip-toeing was getting her where she needed to go. Eventually she gave in, energy depleted after her tenth try. That was when she noticed him passing by the aisle she was in, looking much taller than her. So, she did what any respectable patron of the library would do, opting out of screaming out at him for a bit of light stalking. June followed him pace for pace until she tracked him to the book case he stopped at, sidling up next to him with a huff of air. “I need… help.” She spoke the word like it was venomous, throwing her hands out with a drastic flair, “your help, specifically. You’re kind of tall. I guess.”

@holdenwoods

Emma-Jane might only have been a junior, but she had a long list of extracurricular activities—from student government to debate team—and a number of challenging classes that kept her constantly busy. It was rare she took time to just slow down and be a sixteen year old girl. She had never even been on a date, unless the disaster of a Halloween dance with Holden counted for anything. The night had started out as a blast before quickly turning sour and even though it had been through no fault of their own, it wasn’t how she wanted to remember a first date. When Holden had sparked up the idea of spending an afternoon in the school’s courtyard, Emma-Jane had ran with it. Fall in New York was easily her favorite time of year. The beginning of November had brought a surprising warmth with it, only requiring a light jacket throughout the day. It was perfect weather to just be outside, enjoying light breezes and the swirl of autumnal colors. Before heading to the quad, Emma-Jane packed an array of snacks, two books, and blanket into a backpack. Planning to meet her friend at two thirty, she laid out in a sunny spot and waited. “I’ll have you know that you are,” she checked the time on her watch, then her phone. “Seven minutes late.” Despite her affinity for punctuality, the brunette was smiling. “Consider yourself lucky I haven’t eaten everything by now.”

jem: i miss u more ://////////////////

jem: maybe ill try talking to them this week MAYBE mAyBe

jem: um . its called fashion sweaty look it up ??

jem: ur the most cash money of them all honey

holden: so stop being a fraud and come see me, bich

holden: omG WOW, IMPROVEMENT. i'll play dr. phil 4 yall

holden: exsqueeze me, sir??? u fuckin local

blue: how is wood limber that's timber you fucking moron

blue: perfect, let me grab my air hostess outfit out of my closet !! also a dozen roses for the prettiest boi on campus

blue: ur more daddy material and i'm everyones fave Son

blue: excuse me im always a vision of beauty why you gotta disagree

blue: do not start a love fight u cannot win

holden: you're RUDE AS FUCK!!!! gonna cash me outside w/ those mean ass words

holden: omg spicy, i loves it. make sure its nice and low cut 4 me

holden: wowza, i'm honored that you think i'm daddy material :') but you're taller, so it feels wrong to be your daddy

cass: where to?

A large part of Catalina wanted to just open up and let everything out, tell Holden everything about her mom and her diagnosis and her pain and the secrets and the meds and everything. But right now, she didn’t trust him. There was really no one she could trust with this right now, no on that the could tell about her heart, and it scared her to death. But what scared her mostly was her distrust in Holden. She had never felt that before towards him.

“You’re the last person I want to talk to right now,” she said softly, crossing her arms over her chest and looking away from him. Her heart was too broken to do this right now. “I just–want to leave, Holden. I can’t do this–” her voice cracked and she squeezed her eyes shut.

“If my mom calls me again I swear I’m gonna let it ring this time. I don’t need another interrogation today.”

emma: if you smoke for 38 years you’ll be talking with one of those electric voice boxes

emma: orange county or beverly hills obviously

holden: as 1 should, i truly said i'd love you in hottness and in steven busceminess

holden: ok but you were in a different predicament, you literally had to be involved so i 100% understand where you're coming from

Harper: Boring.