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          the streets had this empty feeling to them nowadays, as if everything stood just a couple seconds ahead in time and she further and further behind, blending into a background of blue and gold. mountains outlined in blueish grey fade behind a girl’s thin silhouette, skinny legs carrying her down the sidewalk carelessly, wishbone ankles flaunting a delicate silver bracelet that shimmers with stray speckles of sun. one hand fumbling with a bag of multicolored gummy bears, the other adjusting a slightly misplaced earphone that keeps shifting with each bumpy step.

          she’s got love on the brain blasting loud enough to block any exterior and interior sounds, let alone the sounds of wheels scraping against concrete;   she’s humming too, blissfully unaware of her surroundings ( a shit habit, she knows ) but by the time her primal instincts kick in to warn her of incoming danger, all she has time to do is shift on her heels  &  snap her head that way, half expecting to be flung off into the middle of the street;  but all she does is stagger backwards in precipitation, taking a fall that does little more than scrape both ankles and ruffle her hair a bit.  a finger peaks past the curtain of mocha hair that’d fallen down her face, breaching a small gap  to witness little jamie wheeler collapsed on the ground; not so little anymore, and definitely in worse shape than her.    “    jamie,  i’m so sorry !    ”     she entirely dismisses his inquiry, crawling on both hands and knees to inspect him closer.     “    are you okay?  let me look at your forehead…   ”

         Dahlia jumped when she heard a voice outside of her door, her petite hand tilting the bottle ever so slightly, the dark liquid hitting the floor. “Son of a-” She spat out before her gaze settled on the young wheeler boy. “Jamie, what are you doing here. Is everything okay? Why are your knees bloody?” She asked, motioning for him to enter.” After the loss of his sister, Dahlia vowed to herself that she’d take of Jamie. For Sam. It’s what she would’ve wanted.

         suddenly, jamie realized who it was. dahlia, his sister’s best friend. a soft chuckle fell from his lips when she swore as the content hit the floor. “ you should probably do something bout that before it stains, or i guess that depends what you’re drinking, ” he said and let his tongue slide quickly across his lips. when the woman motioned for him to enter, he looked around and sighed before she bent down, grabbed the skateboard and moved towards the glass door, where dahlia was. “ i’m alright. honestly, i just... i fell earlier that’s all, ” he said and rolled his eyes a little as he looked at dahlia, walking past her and into the room. “ so... drinking your pain away, huh? ” he said and smiled weakly at her as he stood in the room awkwardly, while holding onto the board tightly. “ familiar train of thought, ” he mumbled quietly and mostly to himself. 

          Max rolled her eyes, she didn’t care if she was being overly cautious, considering everything that has happened with him- she wanted to make sure if he was okay. When he replied with the correct number of fingers she laid off a bit. “Hey- you can’t blame me for making sure you’re okay,” Max shrugged. She felt a little pang of of sadness looking up at the boy, she couldn’t help but see a bit of her friend in him. “I’m alright,” she said truthfully. She lost a friend not a sister,  she couldn’t even imagine what he and his family were going through. “How about you? How’s your family?”

          pressing his lips into a thin-lipped smile, jamie nodded when max said that he couldn’t blame for her making sure that he was okay. and he knew it was probably because of what had happened with samantha. he recognized the look on her face too; it was a look that pretty much everyone in the hamptons had on their face whenever they saw him or any of his family members. he swallowed against the growing lump in his throat and honestly, it was getting more difficult to do with every passing second. “ yeah, uh... you know, ” he said and his voice cracked as he shook his head and took a step back, creating a small distance between the two of them. “ we’re... trying to figure out how ––, ” he explained but honestly, he didn’t really know what it was that he wanted to actually say.  what were they trying to figure out? how to move on? how to continue their lives as normal as possible? 

          Max examined the boy, granted” being pre-med didn’t mean she could spot real things. But he definitely had to have some kind of head injury. She smiled down at Jamie sweetly, she remembered she used to tutor the boy. One of Sam’s many friends, she always thought the boy was kind of dorky but they got kind of close before she went off to college. Max raised three fingers up and asked “How many fingers am I holding up?” Max wanted to make sure her suspicions were not founded. “I’m fine, you didn’t hit me at all. It’s all good,” she smiled. “Wow- little Wheeler, it’s been awhile.”

           Since exam season was over right now, Max had a shit ton of free time and nothing to do. Being back home until the next semester started and under the roof of her parents again was driving her mad. They had just finished one of their lectures about her outfit to church when Max had decided to go on a walk. She needed to clear her head, but her mind floated to Sam. She felt bad that the two hadn’t been as close by the time of her death, they had both just gotten so busy with life- and it’s not like college was like high school and people were just automatically connected.

           She had her AirPods in when saw noticed a familiar boy on his skateboard, she was gonna say hi but then he crashed. “Oh my God!” Max said running towards him. “I’m fine- are you okay? That didn’t look good.”

PLATONIC CONNECTIONS : / negative & positive

childhood best friend : someone who has been there for jamie through everything. they were probably the first person he called after getting the call about his sister. they could have been friends since they were in kindergarten / or grown up in the same street and got to know each other when they went looking for a friend –– they also probably hit it off instantly too. kind of a platonic soulmate. ( f / m / nb ) 

a fellow skater : someone he met at the skatepark when he was younger. they don’t really hang out outside of the park, but whenever they see each other, they always talk and check up on each other. they try to teach each other new tricks and learn from one another as both would love to get better at what they’re doing. ( f / m / nb )  

party friend : this is perhaps one of those who introduced jamie into the world of alcohol and drugs. pretty much a bad influence on him, but at the same time, was a character who was there for him ( as much as one can be ) when he needed it. they would most likely not be friends anymore. ( f / m / nb ) 

ROMANTIC CONNECTIONS : / negative & positive

ex-girlfriend / first love : this would be the girl that broke jamie’s heart into a million pieces. the one who cheated on him with his best friend at a party, she would also be the first girl that he really cared about and whom he thought he could have something with. they dated for eight months and were pretty serious or so jamie thought. ( f )

casual hook-ups / friends with benefits : after his break-up, jamie would definitely have been hooking up with a bunch, trying to put his broken heart back together. i would have loved for this to be kind of a positive one? ( f )

possibly love interest : someone who is a good influence on him and someone who was there for him after the loss of his sister. jamie definitely struggles to trust girls after his ex-girlfriend cheated on him, and he would struggle to open up to someone / tell them he loves them as he’s scared he’ll lose them ( this could also develop fro a casual hook-up / friends with benefits connection! ) the sky is the limit really! ( f ) 

SCHOOL / CHILDHOOD CONNECTIONS : / negative & positive

high school : doesn’t have to necessarily be friends of jamie, but pretty much just people he went to the same high school with and they had seen each other in the school hallways every now and then. ( f / m / nb )

college friends : people he met at college and is getting to know! ( f / m / nb )

crush : this could have been someone jamie had a huge crush on before getting with his ex-girlfriend. a girl that was absolutely and utterly out of his league. 

MUSIC RELATED :

partner in crime / friend : someone who encourages him to pursuit a career in music. someone who would go to his shows ( maybe one of the few people he has actually told about the shows he does at random bars and clubs ) and cheer him on. 

           “I just took a DNA test, turns out I’m 100% that bitch. Even when I’m crying crazy. Yeah, I got boy problems, that’s the human in me. Bling bling, then I solve ‘em, that’s the goddess in me.” The brunette started to sing, bottle in her hand as she danced in her living room, not realizing her sliding glass door was still cracked open. “You coulda had a bad bitch, non-committal. Help you with your career just-”

            skating down the street, jamie was listening to music through one plug, while keeping the other unused to prevent slamming into another person. his jeans were bloody on the knee-part after the fall, as he hadn’t been home yet since it had happened earlier. it wasn’t like he had gotten badly hurt anyways. putting his foot down, he listened closely. he turned his head and looked around, when his brown eyes suddenly landed on an open door, where the person inside, was listening to lizzo. “ hey! ” he yelled to try and catch the other person’s attention. he swallowed and looked around, biting his bottom lip as he realized how it probably looked with him staring into a woman’s living room like a stalker. 

           trying to get his mind onto something else for a while, proved to be more difficult than he had expected. he felt like he was going to lose his mind at one point. wandering around at home, all he could see was samantha –– the photos on the walls and the piece of art she had left behind on the frame of the kitchen door when she had been younger, lingered like a open wound and it caused the mourning family to be reminded of samantha constantly. not that he didn’t want to be reminded of her, but right now, those memories were tainted by the pain they were all feeling, it was difficult to see anything else.

          standing nonchalantly with an arm bent  &   shoulder slanted ,   trained eyes observe with boredom the passing crowd.  an interesting pattern here   &   there.   “    whomever said orange is the new black should be shot.    ”    he muses aloud, swaying a flute of bubbly champagne.   “    i mean, there’s a reason why prisons use it as punishment.    ” 

           narrowing his eyes a little, jamie turned his head around and looked over at the male who stood next to him. pushing his sunglasses down, he looked over the frame at the passing crowd, and that’s when he noticed the orange outfit the stranger had been talking about and he snickered slightly. “ actually, prisoners use orange jumpsuits because if they were to get out somehow, they would be easy to spot and not actually get away, ” he said and shrugged casually. it was a pretty useless thing to know, but he did.