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Kurt rolled his eyes as a customer scoffed at him. See, today started out like any other day - and it seemed to be ending like any other day as well. Over and over again Kurt has experienced the rudeness of New Yorkers desperately trying to make it to wherever they were going. It wasn’t that Kurt didn’t understand, of course he did. As a NYADA student he often had to make haste while he walked to class or run after a taxi or two; however, he was never once mean to a barista. Or any workers, for that matter. It was frustrating to him. He was the one getting their coffee, so shouldn’t they be grateful? 

After Kurt brewed this man’s espresso, the customer glared at his tip jar before making a low sound in the back of his throat and stomping away, sipping his coffee all the while. Kurt shook his head, turning to look at Rachel (his coworker, roommate and best friend) who gave him a sad and understanding glance. He was sick and tired of this job; no matter how much he adored the scent of coffee, being able to get free nonfat mochas, and paying off his student loans, it was getting to the point where he couldn’t stand it. He was exhausted, but it was the best (and probably only) job he could get while he was a working college student in New York City, so he’d have to take it. It was simply days like today that made him want to quit.

He began to wipe down the counter in preparation to clock-out of his shift when someone came up to the register. Kurt sighed, looking up at the raven-haired, caramel-eyed man standing before him. In the cheeriest voice he could muster, he began, “Bonjour, and welcome to Frisson Espresso. How may I help you today?” 

Judy waited by the door for her brother to arrive. She was excited to see her brother, a familiar island in a sea of uneasy waters.

TAGGED → Mason McCarthy & James Anderson LOCATION → LGBTQ+ club meeting TIME (BACKDATED) → 3:00 P.M. // January 21st NOTES → James and Mason’s first meeting. 

Rachel was still staring at the mirror in disbelief when she noticed that there was someone else in the room with her. She carefully made her way over - she still had to get used to walking in a body that was so much larger than she was used to. The other boy was standing, staring into a mirror. Could it be possible that someone else was in this predicament. “Um, hello,” she said, trying to make her voice sound normal as possible. “Is everything all right?” she asked, trying to stop the nervousness she could hear in her unfamiliar voice.

Brittany parked her car outside Anna’s place, pocketing her phone as she went up the door. A smile was permanently etched on her face at the thought of finally seeing her girlfriend after weeks of being away from each other, no thanks to her taping her latest movie project in NY. She knocked thrice before placing her hands in her leather jacket’s pockets, her smile widening as she felt the small package in it.

“Open up or I’ll bodyslam myself into this door.”

[Trudging along the sidewalk, six year old Linsday Elise Tuggey was sloshing the wet slush of melting snow with her rain boots as she was returning home from the day of school.  Looking up, Lindsay then noticed that a moving truck was in front of her old neighbors house.  Stopping in her tracks, Lindsay watched as a crew of men were moving boxes into the house.] Huh? [Who were these new people?  Were they like the Johnsons, her last neighbors, who was an old couple who liked to give Lindsay chocolate chip cookies?  Or like the Smiths who's youngest kid flopped his pitch black hair over his eyes and painted his nails black (he also taught Lindsay how to paint her nails, until her parents told her she couldn't see Levi anymore)?  Whoever they were, Lindsay would get to know them later.  Turning toward her house, she raced across the lawn and almost made it to her house, but stopped when she saw a boy sitting on the steps of the house.  Walking up to him, Lindsay smiled.]  Hi, I'm Lindsay.  Are you moving in here?

Ryder tucked in his shirt as he grabbed his jacket, and marched to the garage. His old truck, waiting for him patiently. He patted the side of the vehicle. Ryder was clearly attached to it, his first car. The truck originally belonged to his dad. Apparently Ryder was conceived in it, but the thought made him nauseous so he preferred not to think about it. Ryder's mom passed away, when the boy was only 9 years old and ever since, he has not spoken about her.. to anyone. He ignored this topic to the point, that some people were worried that the boy's mother was actually a CSI agent or a serial killer, but Ryder didn't care. He supported his dad all those years, helped him with his garage, cooked dinner, took care of himself, but the lack of a mother got to him from time to time. Either way, the boy grew up to be a fine, young, intelligent lad. Many teachers were disappointed when they heard that their favourite student wasn't planning to go to college and even thought that he was wasting his talents, but Ryder wasn't worried about his future, only about his dad. And he wasn't planning on leaving him. When summer started, his friends were packing, saying goodbye, and Ryder was disappointed..because at the end of the day, he couldn't do anything about it. The tall boy, jumped into his truck and turned on the engine. He drove for half an hour before finally stopping in front of a beautiful residence. The Rose Residence. The most sophisticated, rich and graceful house in Lima, Ohio. And for the first time in a few months, it wasn't empty. See, Ryder's dad was taking care of the house during the year, but when summer came, the Rose family, always arrived for the holidays. This year was different. Ryder stared at the house, with so much hatred, and loathe. His dad was in fact accused of stealing something. His reputation was ruined..maybe not fully, but obviously nothing was the same anymore. Of course, it wasn't just about having a good reputation, it was the idea of his father...stealing something..anything. The idea made him laugh, because the thing he admired about his father, was how honest he was. Honour meant a lot to him, so how could this man even think of stealing? Unfortunately, because of the fact that no one ever believed the people with a poor social status, Ryder and his dad were immediately judged, even by the strangers. This made him furious, but he promised his dad..he promised that he'd stay strong..for him. And he did. Weeks have passed since everything that happened, and Ryder couldn't refuse his father, when he asked his son to deliver a set of keys, letters and a few documents regarding the residence to Mrs Rose. Ryder knew it was a bad idea, it would make his dad look suspicious and weak and they were already lucky enough that the Rose family didn't go to the court with what little evidence they had. Obviously, they would still win. Money meant everything in Lima and that was the only thing the Roses didn't lack in. The boy sighed as he got out of the car and made his way towards the main entrance, moving his feet slowly, one by one.