#brat:start

Nel was running paranoid around the room in a desperate search of her veil. Only couple of days were left before the wedding and she somehow managed to lose one of the most important things needed. The brunette was running, jumping even yelling, trying to find that piece of fabric that she needed. “For fuck’s sake---” she growled before she heard and innocent giggle behind her. “What does fuck mean?” Carter asked, making Nel turn fast on her heel and glare down at her son. “--Don’t tell your dad.” she said quickly. “I will.” the little boy said, a familiar mischief sparkling in his eyes. “Do you want a new toy? I can definitely buy you a new toy.” the soon-to-be Cole exclaimed. 

Nel skipped down the stairs to make herself coffee. Staying up all night to draw on Dawson’s ceiling managed to squeeze out every drop of energy that rested in her body. However, the pile of envelopes just casually chilling on the corner hinted that the mail has come but whoever was kind enough to take it didn’t had the interest in finding out what exactly the envelopes hid. When her coffee was finally done, the brunette grabbed the mug and the pile of paper and crushed onto the couch. Sipping on the hot drink her eyes read through the letter on each one, until the air left her lungs at the sight of how couple of black letters managed to write out ‘Ohio’s College of Fine Arts’. Her hands put the mug down on the coffee table before eagerly opening the letter, feeling ready to see that her application was denied, though, when she saw the word ‘accepted’ she felt herself sinking down onto the couch. Her hand lost it’s grip around the piece of paper, letting it fall on the ground as her mind was busy processing the new information. 

Dawson: this ain't /suicide squad/.

Nel slammed the door of the room open, still finding it hard to catch her breathe since her car stopped two blocks from their house and she was forced to run the distance. After getting a text about Summer’s accident she didn’t even bother to end her conversation with the dean of the fine arts college and of course she did so--- family came first after all. “Someone better tell me what the fuck happened before I go on a killing spree.” she hissed out. 

Summer: how's everything?

Nel: whaddup you lil shit

Dawson: do anything stupid lately??