#celestialxdancers

Ferah could count on her fingers the amount of times she’d felt truly alone. Sure, her parents worked, and when they didn’t, they took care of Alev, and Alev was in and out of the hospital a lot. Still, when she was younger, George had always been around, right down the hall, keeping the way too big house from feeling empty when everyone else was gone. But he’d moved out months ago, and for the first time since he had, she was in an overwhelmingly quiet, dark house all by herself. Sure, the dogs helped - honestly, she probably would have been too much of an anxious wreck to reach out to Tyler if it hadn’t been for them, and that had been a great call.

Things didn't feel overwhelming with him here. In fact, she felt at ease. Like absolutely nothing could go wrong, that all of her worst fears surrounding being home alone for the first time in her life were simply that, fears. Actually, the more she thought about it - she liked how it felt. Being able to watch movies with Tyler on the couch without the fear of having to hide him before her parents came home. And as she comes back into the living room with a fresh bowl of popcorn, she can’t help but smile when she sees the boy still there. A ball of floof settling right back into her lap as Ferah settles back down and tries to work around Hikari to set the bowl on the coffee table.

This was nice. They should do this more often, even if her parents screamed about germs like they didn't work in a hospital. It wasn't as if they'd notice right now though. They wouldn't be home until morning, and she doubted they'd be home longer than a quick shower before going back to see Alev. Which meant nobody would notice Tyler sneaking out tomorrow. She presses her lips together at the realization, glancing over to the boy again as the gears turn in her head. A sleep over could be fun, and if nobody would notice him here, he didn’t have to leave.

She didn't want him to leave.

“No, I didn't,” Collen said, glancing up from the doodle he was working on instead of doing something productive. Had he pressed the pen to the paper a bit too hard and made a weird noise with the table or something? But surely Charlie wouldn't be this jumpy if he'd done that, so that didn't feel right. “What did it sound like? If I'm doodling too loud, I can stop.”

France wasn’t sure why he was doing this. By all accounts, he didn’t like Jason - at this point, it felt safe to say he’d absolutely never like his sister’s boyfriend, and yet here he was, trying to talk to him when Serissa wasn’t around in an attempt to see if maybe there was something that could be done to get her out of the middle of them. Honestly, he couldn’t even begin to guess if this would be on the list of things his sister wanted, or if it was the exact opposite. Maybe the answer would entirely depend on how this conversation went.

Sometimes Cam wasn’t sure what was more selfish, staying away from Kyle or sitting here talking to him when he was high. Was it worse, or better, for his friend when Cameron wasn’t here during his highs? He’d been playing with the thought for months, and yet every time he thought he was getting somewhat close to deciding the actual answer- he sighed, glancing over to his friend again. “I’m working on more music.” He said, not that it’d really matter much to Kyle. After all, as far as his friend was aware, he was simply a figment of his own imagination. The drugs playing tricks on his brain, causing him more pain and yet he still kept doing this. “I have no idea what color this era is going to be but....”

It was one thing to see a tabloid speculating on Jason and Ches dating, sure, stuff like that happened all the time when you had a following. And maybe it stung a like a bitch that it was fucking Ches out of everyone on the planet, but Serissa had accepted that stupid stuff like this would spread the day she started dating Jason. But, it was a completely different thing to get an upset phone call from Ches about Jason confirming the rumors, and as much as she wanted to comfort her friend and accept the girl’s offers to talk, at the moment it was like everything just shut down. Complete and utter nothingness, like the entire planet had just stopped.

Unfortunately for Jason though, the world had now resumed. Maybe if she slowed down to think for a moment she’d wait until the fire burning through her body fizzled out. But there was always something with Jason, slowing down no longer seemed possible, it was almost like when she was upset with Ches or Carrie - everything became way too much, overflowing more and more to the point she wasn’t even sure the house was going to hold - let alone the bottle.

“Ches, out of fucking everyone, Jason. You had to say it was Ches. You know, anyone would have been a new fucking low for you, but the very least you could have done is said it was Kyle or someone I actually would let into our fucking bed with us if asked me to. But no, you’ve got to lie about cheating on me with Hailey Cheshire Elswood, of all fucking people.” Serissa shouts at him, okay maybe ‘hi’ or ‘could we talk’ would have been the better moves than immediately ripping into him but who could really blame her given the circumstances. “What was going through your head? Cotton balls and ‘fuck my cousin, I guess. Who gives a single fuck about Elliot, am I right?’ Maybe Ches was right about you, Jay. I don’t even know why we-”