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“Best second of my life.” There was always something between Raine and Aster, something unexplored, and Raine wasn’t entirely sure if they ever would explore it. Where they are in life now, is definitely not a place they were in when they were much younger. They didn’t know if they wanted to date, and truth was, when it came to Aster, they didn’t think that it could ever just be a fling with her. So Raine kept a distance, romantically at least, fearing that they’d taint whatever potential the two of them had. “This is true, I think the whole gang has seen my ass at some point.” They laugh, remembering a time when literally all of them would run around with barely a stitch on them, just because they’d smoked too much pot. 

the redhead didn’t see anything wrong with wanting to celebrate the holiday so early. it felt as if there wasn’t much going on in town anyway. she rose an eyebrow at him, close to making a comment, but as he continued to speak, her expression turned to a small smile. “i thought you were going to shit on my idea and i was about to throw hands.” when he discussed his costume idea, she shook her head, but the smile never left her face. “hmm–… i’m not sure about you being santa. if anything, i see you more as rudolph or an elf.”

@partialhearts​

Tessa had spent the past two weeks learning just how difficult it was to avoid a person you lived with, just how awkward it made things, and just how painful it was when that person was your best friend. It hurt - that was all she could think, that looking at him hurt and she hated it. It had been so necessary as a teenager to keep her feelings for him repressed that as she got older, it simply felt normal - it didn’t mean seeing him with other people didn’t cause a pain in her chest, but she could at least be in the same room with him, could maintain their close relationship without feeling like her insides were being chilled. Yet, there was the sensation again, as he came shuffling into the guest house where she had been hiding out - his guest house. God, you’re an asshole, Tessa. Tired, hazel hues lifted from the bright screen of her computer, following his frame as it drifted and dropped onto the nearby sofa. There was a carefulness in the way she inspected him, as if gauging his every thought and emotion plaguing him in that moment, but it didn’t take a genius to figure out what had upset him. “Delilah?”

He didn’t know where he stood with anyone in his life anymore. Alex had turned up, not shortly after he had kissed their mutual best friend -- the woman that Gabe had more or less been in love with since he was 6 years old. When it came to loving Tessa, Gabe had always danced that very thin line of platonic love, and romantic love. She was the standard to which he held people at, the traits he looked for in those that he wanted to be with. No one could ever quite measure up to Tessa, or Alex for that matter. The two of them had him in a vice like grip, but truth was, he never thought he and Tessa would ever cross those lines physically. It felt wrong to talk about Alex right now, even if Tessa was still his best friend, didn’t that just make this all the more awkward? She was his friend, too. “Alex.” he says, dismissing the statement. “Everything.” Gabriel sighs, reaching up to card a hand through his hair. “Every time I feel like I have something figured out, the world throws me another curveball.” They need to talk, but not about Alex. 

❪ open starter : layla evans ❫

sitting on the hood of her car, she leaned back against her elbows while none of your business by salt-n-pepa was playing in the background. emerald eyes scanned the area as she was mostly content with chilling there, looking at the lovely view of the horizon. her mind ended up wandering the longer she just sat there though. eventually, she just had to tell someone what was on her mind. “you know what i really miss right now?” giving them a moment to answer, layla eventually responded with, “christmas.” it was only april. that didn’t matter to her though. she missed buying gifts, decorating, and bonding with friends. it was her favorite holiday after all. “on a scale of one to ten, how odd would it be if we hosted an event similar to it? it could be like how phineas and ferb made it winter during summer or that one summerween episode of gravity falls, yeah?”

“you want to have christmas, right now, in april?” so gabe wasn’t completely against the idea, it wasn’t as though he didn’t love christmas, so why not? it could be fun. he rubs his lips together, allowing the suggestion to marinate. this year had been utterly garbage, so why the fuck not? it wasn’t as if they couldn’t use a little cheer in their lives. “does this mean i get to dress up as santa or do we have someone else in mind for that part? cause i was really thinking i could rock that white beard and beer gut.”

closed starter for @partialhearts​ */ daxton & gabe. 

it always took him a hot second to get used to the fancy home that gabe lived at – whenever he was buzzed in or whenever gabe had opened the door for him, he always marvelled at the luxurious sights around him as they made their way into gabe’s bedroom. he never really had anything like that in his life, so it was always fascinating for him, no matter how many times he entered this house. “right – before we get into our little sexy time,” way to make it not sexy, “i wanna thank you, again, for the fucking bike you got me!” it wasn’t his first time thanking him a million times over, but it was his first time doing it in person. “you know, you don’t have to do all that – buy me things, or get me things. i’m sure that was really expensive for you –… even if you are rich.” he scoffs, the point of gabe’s gift giving completely flying over his head. 

daxton truly had a way with words, it was part of his charm, part of the reason why gabe continued to sleep with him, and spoil him. so far, it happened to be the only constant in his life that he could actually rely on, and for that, he felt the need to thank dax. their relationship would never grow further past this, he knew that the young man had feelings for another, and of course, gabe had given his heart to someone else a long time ago. getting him a bike really was the least he could do. “just promise me you’ll be careful.” gabe says, hoping that the male had the sense to take care of himself while he was on the damn thing. “it really was nothing.” he says, promise in his tone.

The beach is off the beaten path, a hidden oasis that was practically her own, a rare event that she ever saw another being during her day visits let alone at this late hour. It was why there was no sense of unease or discomfort as her bare feet traveled through the shallow water, as exposed as the rest of her body, nude frame illuminated by the pale moonlight. There was a sense of freedom, a pure and authentic connection to the world around her, only disrupted when she caught a flash of movement in the edge of her vision. There’s a hushed curse slipping from her lips as she hurries to the sand, to the place where her clothes and belongings had been left lying, hiding herself behind one of the large rock formations as she attempted to force the fabric of her dress back over her damp skin. “Please tell me that it’s dark enough that you didn’t see anything.” She called out, a partially nervous, partially playful smile having etched itself onto her features as she peaked from behind the spot. “Or at the least, that the sight won’t scar you for life.”

Raine didn’t particularly hate the sand, but they also weren’t the biggest fan of it either. They preferred the big cities, they were used to London, and New York. San Diego was great, they couldn’t fault it, after all they had spent some of the best years of their life here, and met people that Raine knew they would cherish for life. They weren’t expecting to see Aster today, but that really was the trouble and perk of living in such a close knit town -- you could run into literally anyone if you just stepped outside your house. It was her shoes that they’d recognised first, and Raine does catch a glimpse of her curves before the dress is back on her body, but they don’t dare let themselves look too long for fear of being considered a pervert, or a creep. “I only saw your ass for like, a second.” They say, hands covering their eyes before finally they drop them back to their sides now that the coast is clear. “Does this taint our friendship?” 

closed starter for @partialhearts​ */ summer & raine. 

it was no secret, to anyone that knew her, that summer was a shameless person. and when it came to raine, she really had no boundaries or shame whatsoever. she didn’t know what it was about them that made her extra… aggressive, about approaching them. maybe it was the sex, or maybe it was the fact that she actually felt something for someone. for once. so, when she saw them exiting the coffee shop that she was smoking outside of, she didn’t hesitate at all. “hey, raine!” she called out to them, tossing her cigarette butt to the ground and stomping on it before approaching them. she gives them a sweet smile, “long time, no talk?” she began to flutter her lashes at them – absolutely no shame. 

raine wasn’t the biggest fan of attachments, they preferred to life their live in a way that meant they could do what they wanted, when they wanted. relationships weren’t really at the top of their list, but when they’d met summer, things had gotten pretty heavy, very quickly. she was probably the hottest girl in sunhollow, but that didn’t mean she wasn’t fucking crazy. the second she’d brought up the idea of knife play in the bedroom, it was then that raine had begun to panic. they weren’t vanilla by any means, but raine truly didn’t have the greatest disposition when it came to blood. “oh -- hey.” they smile nervously, pushing their hands into their pockets when the girl approaches. they’d been avoiding her, but summer didn’t need to know that. “yeah, sorry, works been real busy.”

betty-king​:

Bethany sat in the local coffee shop she could claim as her second home: Love You A Latte. Her typical beverage and snack combo was sitting beside her laptop. She was currently typing away furiously, trying to finish one of her many class assignments before its due date. She knew it was late, but she loved the challenge of beating the buzzer, in theory. She was close to finishing her assignment before she saw her life flash before her eyes, the table her drink and snack were sitting on began to shift aggressively.She looked up frantically, the person in front of her under one of her steeling glares. “Dude!” She nearly shouted, her hands grabbing the edge of the table to stabilize it. 

@cliquehqstarters​

The coffee shop was busy, typical American’s and their desire for caffeine -- not that he could say shit, he ran on the stuff just as much as they did, however, this drink wasn’t for him. He’s meeting a friend today, an old friend, a musician he lost contact with due to the difficulties of keeping up with the long distance. He isn’t aware of the coffee table behind him when he bumps into it, he’s far too busy trying to get out of the way of the wayward chihuahua that’s running amok in the coffee shop. “Shit - sorry.” he says apologetically, lifting his foot once again to avoid stepping on the tiny dog. 

“  you  ever  wonder  how  many  sharks  are  swimming  close  by  out  here  ?  ”  cove  motions  towards  the  ocean  only  a  few  steps  away  ,  navy  waves  illuminated  by  the  moonlight  alone  ,  her  fingertips  raking  back  and  forth  through  the  cold  sand  . “  don’t  they  say  everything  comes  out  at  night  or  something  like  that  ?  i  dunno  but  as  much  as  i  really  love  the  ocean  you’d  never  catch  me  in  there  after  dark  ,  i’d  like  to  stay  alive  and  make  it  home  to  bed  tonight  .  ”  not  that  she  thought  she’d  be  eaten  by  any  marine  animals  in  the  near  future  ,  but  small  talk  was  never  something  she  was  good  at  .  “  why  are  you  out  here  this  late  anyway  ?  something  keeping  you  up  ?  ”