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Wyatt scanned the half written email for what felt like the millionth time, taking in the same words over and over again, before letting out a heavy sigh. “No, no, no. All wrong.” Her grip on the phone tightened as she huffed and puffed and pressed the backspace button until every single letter disappeared. “Please,” Wyatt looked up with the biggest puppy dog eyes she could muster. “Help.” Her voice was soft and pleading because she was desperate. Super fucking desperate. “I’m trying to find a totally professional and mature way to tell my publisher ‘hey, I need my deadline pushed back because it’s officially spooky season and I can’t be bothered with any real responsibilities’ but nothing I come up with sounds right.” She was an author; words were her speciality and yet she kept falling short. Maybe that’s because the idea was ridiculous. Or maybe she was just losing her touch. Either way, she needed assistance. | @slchat​

Shifting her attention from her small notebook, Nirvana curiously gazed over at the brunette; wondering what was she referring to. “Huh?” the words escaped, before a smile took over her features. “Okay. What can I do for you?” she asked, though the blonde didn’t have enough time to control her laugh. “Shit. I thought it was something really serious.” Halloween was a big deal though, so who could blame the brunette? “How about you claim a relative is sick and you have to take care of them for a while? I always claim my brother’s too hangover and I’m afraid he’ll do something stupid, and that’s good enough for an excuse. On the other hand, I work with my dad, so he knows how stupid his son can get.” Shrugging her shoulders, Nirvana grinned. “What do you do, anyway? Perhaps you can claim you sprained your hand or something.” 

“Makes sense. Maybe you need to be in like.. A Polyamorous relationship? Or is it that you want to love loads of people but prefer the people you love to be enamoured with you?” she asked, genuinely curious - she didn’t want it to come across as her calling Nirvana selfish because that wasn’t the case.

“Oh?” she was even more interested now. She’d never heard Nirvana use the L word before. “Do I know him? Silver Lake was just small enough that she probably did. “Why didn’t it work?”

“I don’t want a relationship though. Why can’t people get that? I’m very happy being on my own, having fun with whoever I like any time I like. Why do I have to put a term to whatever that is?” Nirvana questioned, tilting her head on the side. She didn’t get it, honestly. 

Ollie frowned slightly at Nirvana’s response, since their views on the profiles were wildly opposite. He would never really understand how people could solely go for physical lust and no emotional connection at all. Though there were people who were confused as to how Ollie wanted the reverse of that. “Maybe I should save this guy’s bio. I could use some new head shots,” he teased, laughing nervously. He hoped to be doing a good job of hiding his discomfort in a joke.

“Ha, you reckon?” Callan scoffed, knowing full well he was already lucky enough to have met Nathan. Jeez, that boy always seemed to be on his mind lately. “Ahh cheers Ni-Ni. I feel fucking great if we’re being honest, y’know. I think I’ve only touched cocaine once since rehab, too. In fact, I don’t think I’ve even stepped foot in Dungeon..” It was real progress, considering Callan would spend every night, every waking hour in his favourite night club. “Alright, where are we going for these burgers, then? And if we’re talking dessert, you know we’ll end up in donut farm..” Callan grinned, prodding an elbow playfully into Nirvana’s side.

Nathan: pizza and netflix??

Nathan: i feel like i haven't seen you in forever.

Nathan: It's gotta be PG-13 though...that's the only catch.

nirvana: deal.

nirvana: you, my friend have a deal.

“That’s awesome…you gotta tell me more sometime…” It would make interesting bedside chatter, for sure, digging deeper into her roots. As they walked the aisle Jude noticed she was almost clingy even, leaning in to leave him little kisses…which he loved. His hand found the small of her back and curled around her waist, and stayed there as they walked side by side. “I mean, a Scream mask I could do…a Michael Myers one… that would be tricky. He gave me nightmares as a kid,” Jude chuckled, observing all the rows of masks that were before them, Dracula, the creature from the lagoon, Frankenstein, wolf-man, mummy, you name it, it was here. “Pig face..you’ve got one hell of an imagination babe, anyone ever told you that?” 

“Ugh, I’m jealous!” Callan groaned as Nirvana described her one night stand to be an Ian Somerhalder look-a-like. “I’m literally salivating..” He laughed as he swallowed back thoughts of the famous actor in not-so-safe-for-work imagery. There was honestly so much these two needed to catch up on, though as Nirvana embraced him into a slight hug, Callan leaned in, nodding his head in response. “Yeah, man! I mean.. It’s only been like a month, almost, but I feel so good!” He could feel his stomach rumble at the suggestion of food, his tastebuds now craving a juicy burger, however he noticed that Nirvana had remained tight lipped about her own news. “Whoa - Hang on, you need to tell me your good news first..” Callan reminded as he pulled away from their embrace.

Ollie raised his brows, the hook up scene a bit unfamiliar to him. It wasn’t what he would ever do, but he was happy to see if he thought some of the guys were cute on the app. It was for a friend, after all. He was always willing to help out his friends, and it was a bonus that it was nice on his eyes to look at some of the guys.

“Hmmm,” he hummed, looking over the first guy he saw on the screen. Ollie was someone who didn’t like to judge looks too harshly, because he believed there was so much more to people. He wanted to read their bios and learn more about them. “He seems really interesting! He’s into photography! He likes to travel! Oh! And I like his glasses and how his hair swoops. He’s got a cute dimple too.”

Aspen sighed and shook her head. “But why don’t you believe in it.. Enlighten me? I’m curious..” she admitted as they waited for their coffees, she didn’t disagree with Nirvana but she wanted to know how someone could be so.. blase about love. 

Grabbing their coffees she led the blonde out to the quiet courtyard so they could soak up some sun and licked her lip before taking a long sip- the iced chai latte both warming her with the spices and cooling her down. “Unlimited fun? Isn’t that a relationship though?”

“I don’t know. I’m a lover, I want to love different people not be stuck with one. I don’t think I’m made for that you know?” The whole picture some people had of a family, the house with a white fence -- Nirvana never wanted that. Living life to the fullest and having fun sounded more like her dream life. 

“I’ve already told you! My answer is no!” Katya snarled into her cellphone, cutting off the Hollywood producer on the other end. “How many times must I say it?! No, non, nyet, no fucking way.” Her grip on the device tightened, knuckles turning white. “You could give me all the money in the world and my answer wouldn’t change. I don’t want anything to do with any of you, and if any of you try to come near my family name I will fucking bury you under so many legal fees and court dates that your descendants will curse your name. Good bye.” She hang up angrily, glaring at the screen. “The nerve of some fucking people.” She snarled.

Aspen laughed and smiled at her tucking a strand of hair behind her ear, her hair had grown a lot during the SS break and she loved it being long so much she managed to convince the team to let her keep the length. “Well.. I aim to please Miss Rossi.. Glad you’re feeling good..” she teased and licked her lip. 

Blushing, she gasped “Oh my god how scandalous.” before pulling her toward the coffee shop before she’d given her an answer - Aspen was desperate for the caffeine and she knew Nirvana was never one to turn down coffee.

“What’s wrong with a crazy little thing called loveee?” singing the end of jher sentence as she pushed the door open to the nearest cafe and lured Nirvana inside.  Once they’d ordered and decided to sit outside and enjoy the sun, Aspen spun her straw around in her iced drink and raised a brow -  “So. go on. What are you looking for exactly?”

It felt good being back home and seeing some of her friends again. Nirvana was awfully professional and serious when she had a project going on, so now, it was nice knowing she could relax and be herself again. Laughing loudly, the blonde shrugged her shoulders. That was a way to describe Nirvana, scandalous. She walked down the street with Aspen, excited to have a proper chit chat with her. 

“So, basically, you keep your expectations low so you’re not super disappointed.” Nell tilted her head to the side, thinking she understood the situation. “I think you’re bound for disappointment after banging guys all over Europe and then coming back here, but I’m sure there has to be some moderately decent guys on those apps. If that’s the kind of thing you’re looking for, they may not be cute, but you can always keep the lights off. It’d probably be a little too insulting to put a paper bag over their head,” she teased with a grin. “Whatever. I’m just glad I don’t have to use those apps. You can just tell me any crazy shit that happens because of it, and I’ll live vicariously through you.” Not that she got much use out of dating apps when she was single. “God, I wish I had your kind of attitude. If I was sleeping with a married guy, I’d be too worried his wife would kill me or turn into a Gone Girl situation, but I guess I just have an overactive imagination. Well, you have your fun. I’m not going to judge you. Unless you go for a guy that’s Hugh Hefner level old. Then I’m definitely going to be judging you.”

Ollie sat across from Nirvana at a table outside of Starbucks, as he sipped, very loudly, on his PSL frappe. He was nearly to the point where the whipped cream got stuck to the bottom of the plastic cup, so he was just slurping on it for his own amusement. He covered his mouth and giggled at his friend’s words, finally paying attention to what she was doing.

“Ya back on the Tinder?” he snorted. “There’s not one cutie in there? Lemme see! I know cute guys, I mean- my childhood love is Rick Moranis. I know handsome!” He started to wave his hand at the blond for her to pass her phone over to him.

Nothing could really bother this one --- quite literally. Some people wondered how zen Nirvana could be at times, and as people were throwing looks their way, she remained calm. How could anyone enjoy their coffee without making any sound? 

“Yo, you fucked an old dude? You know I have this major thing for old guys. Believe it or not, I met this old dude in a bar and he fucking turned me down! I was fuming.. He even met me in the gents then changed his mind. Tosser. Talk about leaving me frustrated.” Callan informed as he laughed, before shaking his head in response. “Nah, but I’ve kicked some bad habits y’know. Well.. Sort of.” He shrugged, though Callan was more interested in this news Nirvana was holding. “So go on? Whats this big news?”

Jude couldn’t help but snort into her ear as they pulled back from the kiss. He’d missed this, her humor, her way of not taking anything too seriously. It was why he liked spending time with her this much. “Wait, you’re also royalty?” He pulled back from their embrace. “Why am I just finding this out?”

They were a bit too close, perhaps, and the sound of other customers walking about the store alerted Jude that maybe their PDA was a bit too much for right now. Drawing back from her, he walked up one of the many aisles stuffed with Halloween goodies. “Masks to have fun with? I hope the fun you’re talking about is a creepy round of hide and seek, because I really don’t think I want to do anything else while you wear a killer clown mask.”

He could easily believe anything she’d say and that was so entertaining. “Well, technically we don’t have a title but.... pretty sure a few of our ancestors were lucky to keep their head during the French Revolution. ” If Nirvana could count the times their mémé shared stories about their oh, so great ancestors, she’d bore every possible hook up that came her way. “I mean, you never asked.” 

“I doubt that..” she replied with a chuckle and rolled her eyes. “As if. You could get a guy in the blink of an eye - you’re like super model gorgeous with brains and a sense of humour..” scoffing. “Plus you don’t look like you still belong in high school.. so winning.”

She nodded. “I’m trying.  but you never know with love, it’s a fickle little thing..” she laughed and sipped her coffee. “Want to come with me to get a top up? This is going watery..”

“Please, I’m gone for a month and you bombard me with compliments. Can’t say it doesn’t feel good.” she grinned, wiggling her brows. “Oh -- I can arrange that. Pretty sure I pretended I was still in a private high school for a guy before. You know, the plaid skirt and everything. You should try it, it’s fun.”