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     There was something different that made Rae different from pretty much everyone else in the world. They saw things as simple, and Rae couldn’t wrap her head around it. She bit on her lip, moving herself so her legs were pulled to his chest. “I don’t think attraction is every simple.” She looks at Parker with a simplistic expression. “It’s complicated, and sometimes, in a time when you’re very unsure of the things your body is telling you, something foreign to you, you can’t help but get worried. It’s not bad, it’s just life.”

Parker let herself take another hit, coughing a bit this time and sniffing before giving Rae a questioning look. She let herself lean back and hold herself up with her hands on the mattress, their conversation going nowhere Parker didn’t know it would- or could. “Follow your instincts.” Parker shrugged as best as she could in her position. “They’re instincts for a reason. If you over think it you’re just stressing yourself out.” 

     Benz had quite a bit of time on his hands. Mostly spent walking around trying to generate ideas, which he’d then write down in the notepad resting in his back pocket. Something he never left without. Watching her work, and her response, he grinned, looking around. “Sorry, I just didn’t ever really see gymnasts at my last school. Looks a bit like funny lookin’ yoga on a beam.” He laughs at the image. “Don’t make it bad, I think it’s real cool.” He was rambling, and it just made his fluffy southern accent thicker.

Parker kept her stance despite already knowing the kid meant no harm, quickly looking at him up and down as if it would answer all of her sudden questions. She had just been caught off guard and was slowly frustrating herself with being unable to perfect a routine she’d been working on for weeks now. “Cool?” She repeated the word as she looked away and came to the conclusion that yeah- gymnastics were pretty cool. “I can’t say you’re wrong.” Parker eyed him for a second longer before dropping her hands to her side and turning away from him, headed back towards her beam. “About it being cool, that is.” 

“So, it’s Friday, we’re young, attractive, and I don’t just want to sit in my room tonight. You wanna find something more fun to do?”

"Depends on what you had in mind.” 

Dixie forced a small, dry chuckle at her comment about the food, but chose not to speak on it. She crinkled her face. “That’s…a very specific look.” She gave a small grin, trying to appear as  normal as possible. She wasn’t used to people asking her if she was okay, and with the amount of people who did today, she supposed she didn’t have as strong of a poker face as she thought. “No puppies have been kicked. I’m just tired.”

Parker nodded with a satisfied smile that quickly turned into an skeptical look, reaching over for some of the food Dixie had offered and taking a bite out of it as she listened to her. “Just tired.” She repeated with a mocking tone, covering her mouth as she talked with her mouth full and then taking another drink from her water bottle before going on. “Should I call that bullshit or do I just give up now and keep seeing you sulk?” 

“Yeah, I can guarantee that’s never gonna happen.” He told her, rolling his eyes. He had money, he had basketball. That was all he’d ever need. He knew that he was dumb. He didn’t need Parker telling him that too. “You ever think that maybe the way you present yourself matters more than these tests? With your shit personality, you’re going to end up alone, giving blowjobs under the highway for five bucks a pop. Good fuckin’ luck with that.” Eli spoke, packing up his books and walking out of the room. 

Parker could only mimic his actions and roll her own eyes, cocking her head to listen to his own ramble she wished actually had any effect on her. “Try five hundred. I wouldn’t have a cheap dude’s dick in my mouth.” She was sarcastic with her own as she was with the fake smile she gave him, sighing and crossing her arms as Elijah called it quits. “Don’t blame me when you’re not able to graduate.” 

Maisie cocked her head slightly. Whoever this girl was, she was hard to read. She wasn’t being mean, but sort of blunt. Which was weird for Maisie since everyone always seemed to step around eggshells with her. “I know it’s weird,” Maisie said. “I bet you would. I just need extra calories.” She stopped before feeling she needed to explain herself. She shook off the feeling though.

She watched as the girl cocked her head like a confused puppy, bringing an amused smile to Parker’s face. “You seem okay to me.” Parker shrugged for a lack of something better to say. “I mean, considering.” 

Nico grinned when Parker laughed at his joke. He was starting to feel lightheaded, and welcomed it with open arms. He’d never done acid before, so he wasn’t exactly sure of how it was supposed to feel. He didn’t do a lot of psychedelic drugs, just because that hadn’t been the scene back home. All his friends were more into the gritty stuff, so he had to be more into the gritty stuff. He was excited, though. He’d always wanted to try it. Nico watched Parker’s face soften as he played, and smiled to himself before closing his eyes to sing. He always felt awkward having his eyes open singing when there was only one person in front of him. About halfway through the song, he realized how his singing had started to sound far away, and much better than usual. When he finished the song, and opened his eyes again, he realized how strenuous that was. “Whoa,” he laughed, looking over at Parker. “Is this how it is? I think I’m fucking stoned.” 

Like most of the times Parker got herself involved with acid, time didn’t seem to manner. She could already feel her heart beating the slightest bit faster, Nico’s music pacifying her until she hadn’t even realized he had stopped and was speaking now. His words made her laugh, snorting before nodding her head and watching as the wall behind him seem to move on its own. “You definitely are.” Parker agreed. “But so am I.” She caught herself giggling as she moved off the bed and back to her feet.

     He figures he should just get her photos out of the way now,so he gets her phone ready to take the pictures she wants. “I don’t think it’ll be that hard.” He mumbles with focus. Parker was gorgeous. It was almost gross. The idea of her not looking good just didn’t sound mathematically correct. He snapped a few pictures, looking at the screen with a concentrated gaze. “Turn a little to the right.” He mutters, wanting her to look her absolutely finest. “Stick your ass out more, Parker.” His tone sounds like he’s tsking her in some way. She can do better.

She waited patiently for him to take a few pictures, slightly changing positions from time to time so he could have some variety until he spoke and she found herself rolling her eyes. Luke was such a boy, and it didn’t surprise her at all. “Wait. It’s too quiet.” Parker sighed as she pushed herself off the wall and went towards her bed again, reaching over so she was able to turn to the small radio she kept on one of her side tables. With music on, she felt much looser and ready to do whatever it was Luke wanted from her. Already on her bed, she figured the setting could work and she shrugged before positioning herself so that she was on her side and on her knees, her hair falling to the side facing away from Luke and doing as asked— or rather told — and sticking her ass out more as she hummed to the sound of the song playing on the radio. It was like for a moment, Parker moving around in her bed: hands on her hair or her own bum, parting her legs apart and even letting her shirt rise up to reveal her stomach. It should have felt weird but really it felt nice, showing off her best assets. 

“Cut the shit, Parker. We both know I’m not good at this stuff.” He reminded her, closing his notebook in defeat. Elijah really hated science. “It’s not easy to memorize! I’m not gonna pass that test Friday, there’s no way in hell.”

"You cut the shit, you idiot.” Parker was quick to defend herself, watching as he gave up quickly. “Do you really want to be known as the kid who can’t even pass the easiest test on a subject? The tests are only going to get worse and then you know what’s going to happen? You’re going to be a hobo living on the streets, begging for money and thinking ‘Damn, maybe I should have studied for that test’, and then you’ll die.” 

Dixie wasn’t  touching the food sitting in front of her. She hadn’t had much of an appetite lately. Noticing the person she was sitting with eyeing her tray, she pushed it over to them. “You can have it. I’m not hungry.”

"So I was like, what do you mean you can’t push my C to an A. They’re basically the same thing.” With a sigh, Parker finished complaining about her class with an accompanying eye roll. She sighed as she took a drink from her water bottle and took a break from her rambling, eyeing the untouched food Dixie had in front of her before she was being offered it— instantly taking the chance and pulling the tray towards her. It took her a moment but eventually she stopped her movement and instead eyed Dixie, her go lucky attitude switching with one of slight worry. “One can survive without food for more than three weeks but that doesn’t mean you should try it, you know.” Parker joked, attempting to make the girl laugh or at least smile. “Why do you look like someone just kicked your dog?” 

"For the last time, I didn’t know!” Parker lied for the tenth time in that one phone call, rolling her eyes when her mother made it clear she knew she was nothing but a liar. “It doesn’t even matter, you’re acting as if you would have actually taken the time to come.” She hadn’t noticed the way her voice had risen but it became obvious when others turned to look at her and she rolled her eyes. “Okay, yes, whatever bye.” Parker hung up before the guy sitting across from her startled her, jumping in her seat when he spoke. “Uh, I didn’t say anything.” She sighed but stared nonetheless, taking in her surroundings like she hadn’t before when she had been to invested in proving her mother wrong. “Sorry if I woke you up, you looked as if you were having a very pleasant nap.” 

Maisie moved across the cafeteria, lunch tray in one hand and the handle of her oxygen tank in the other. She was about to sit down when she caught someone looking at her, and then at her tray - which, to be fair, was sort of enormous. She had pasta, a carton of milk, salad drenched in ranch dressing, two cookies, a brownie, and a plastic baggie of pills she had to take with every meal. She looked up at the person with a small smile. She could understand how someone might be confused as to why a tiny girl like her would eat so much. “Yeah, I know, it’s a lot. I’m supposed to eat, I don’t know, about three times what you probably eat in a day. I can’t really gain weight,” She said with a small laugh, her tray seeming suddenly huge compared to her.

The sight of a brunette girl the size of a pea and a lunch tray the size of the continental United States threw Parker off as she went to throw away the trash of her own tray, shamelessly following her with her eyes and then raising an eyebrow when she noticed she was being stared at as well. As she spoke she only came with one conclusion, and that conclusion was that it was weird— and she let her know that. “That’s weird.” Parker shook her head, looking down to her food before looking back at her again. “If I ate that much I would probably gain five pounds in just one day.” 

At first, Parker didn’t react to the sound of someone else’s voice. She was too concentrated on (once again) attempting to perfect her layout step-out on the balance beam. It was when she glanced over her shoulder that she saw the intruder out of the corner of her eyes and she found herself turning on her heels and jumping off the beam, her hands falling to her waist as she watched him. “What?” Parker was genuinely confused and it showed on her face, watching as he laughed. “This room is occupied, you know.” 

     As Parker brought the pipe closer to her, she leans in, bringing it to her lips. Watching closely as she spoke, as well as lighting the pipe for her, her cheeks were already hot, so they couldn’t get anymore. But in the middle of inhaling the thick smoke, she erupted in small giggles, making her coughs a little. Instead of blushing even more, she just giggled. “Maybe I should.” She agrees softly, playing with her frayed shorts again, letting Parker herself take a hit.

The brunette watched carefully as the other took the first hit, feeling her lips stretch into a smile when the sound of her giggles filled the room. It was strange how it felt as if the mood around them had changed, something in the air despite the smoke that now left Parker’s lip as she took her own hit and smiled even more at the simplicity of it all. “It’s probably nothing though.” She kept picking at it, laughing as she did so and taking another hit— letting it invade her lungs before breathing out again. “Just simple attraction. Nothing to be worried about.” 

Well, I’ve only been back from my trip to Seattle for about twenty minutes and honestly, I’m already bored and want to get out of here and do something fun.  I’m thinking a trip to the beach. So, are you in, or are you in? And notice how I didn’t actually give you any options here because it’s not really a question. You’re coming”

“Notice how I’m not complaining. I haven’t been to the beach in ages. I need a tan before I fall into the pasty white category!”

Nico laughed loudly when Parker spoke. “Oh my god, did you just say a meme in real life, Parker? I thought you were cooler than that,” he teased, faking shock. At the way her face fell, Nico’s chest sunk a bit. “Sorry,” he said quietly. When she mentioned her mom being away, Nico laughed a bit. “Yeah, look at you. You’re better off,” he assured her, sighing and leaning back against the wall. Nico looked over at Parker with amusement when she asked him to sing, rolling his eyes. At her next words, he laughed loudly. “Alright,” he promised, getting up from the bed and walking over to his desk. He grabbed a pen and scribbled down ‘ask me to play to the racing heartbeat’ before picking up his guitar. That was half of how he wrote, taking note of things that people said to him. “So anyways, here’s Wonderwall,” he joked, laughing loudly at the over-used joke. “Nah, here’s one I wrote a while ago,” he sighed as he started the soft picking pattern. 

"I’m not perfect despite popular belief.” Parker chose to focus on the amusing side of their conversation rather than the part about her mom being away— as always. The two hung out for a reason, and one of them was not to spill all of their deep and darkest secrets to one another. She brightened up when she saw that Nico was going to do as she had asked and sing to her, Parker choosing to sit up and cross her legs up as the boy moved away from his bed. When he heard his joke she found it to be the funniest thing at that moment, her mouth falling open as she laughed loudly with him. “Oh my god.” She gasped for air until finally she felt herself calming down, occasionally still chuckling even when he began to play his guitar; giving him a thumbs up and pushing her hair behinds her ears as if it would help her hear better. She nodded her head slowly to the sound of his plucking fingers, lips falling into a soft smile as he played and she could feel the effects finally really hitting her- finding his music soothing.  

     Her cheeks just go hot, and she’s watching Parker as she sets up the pipe. “It’s not the weed that makes me nervous.” She says softly, playing with the hem of her pants. Coming to terms with herself lately, she recognizes how girls make her feel. That it’s not just general social anxiety, but simple attraction. She smiles, though, waiting for Parker.

Parker’s fingers worked with both familiarity and delicacy, her hair falling over her face as she looked down and tested out her lighter. Rae’s comment brought out a chuckle from her, Parker glancing up at her as she handed her the pipe. “Oh?” She arched an eyebrow as she motioned her to go for the first hit, turning on the lighter and smiling softly as the swell of burning pot intoxicated her nostrils. “You should get that checked out. Getting nervous all of a sudden— it’s got to be stressing you out.” Admittedly, Parker was teasing. Also admittedly, she didn’t find anything wrong with that.