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“Oh yeah,” Ophelia looked over at the small group of frightened looking freshman sitting a table over from them looking startled. “I may or may not have convinced them I’m an actual witch,” she gave a bored shrug. “I just figured, tis the season to inspire fear in the hearts of children.” 

So Juliet’s first day of residency had gone pretty much as one might expect, with one giant exception: Reece. She had spent months painstakingly picking the hospital to do her residency at, and this was the best one, mostly due to the fact that it was the closest one with an employee daycare, a necessity for Juliet. When they had accepted her to do her residency there she had been overjoyed to make the hospital her, and her son’s, home for the next four years; and then she actually showed up. In hindsight, she probably should have looked into it more before choosing a hospital, tried to figure out where he was before picking hers to keep up the past three years of careful avoidance, only in the past two years she’d gotten kind of sloppy, it wasn’t exactly like he was looking for her, anyway. Regardless, no more than an hour into her shift that morning, there he was, across the room with a couple of other surgeons, looking nearly the same as he had before she left three years ago, resulting in a little pang in her chest that she tried to ignore. She tried to ignore him. All day. And she’d gotten away with it. Sure, she would have to explain herself eventually, but eventually was not today, and thankfully for her, today was over, and as far as she could tell Reece had already left the hospital. 

The girl plastered a smile on her face as she came into the daycare center to pick up her son, knowing that if anyone was going to sense an upset in her it would be him, and she needed to put on a brave face for his sake until she could figure out what she would be doing about this whole situation. Her fake smile quickly turned into a real one though as soon as the child set his eyes on her and started shouting out “Mama” happily, reaching for her. She picked the boy up and checked him out from the main entrance before carrying the babbling toddler out the front doors, ready to take him home and forget about her long day at least for a little while. And then she saw him again, and this time there was no avoiding it, so she just stopped cold and waited for the questions to roll in. 

“There’s a bun in this oven,” Gen responded to the boy’s question nonchalantly, indicating her stomach. She knew it was far from the answer he was probably expecting, and it definitely would have been easier to give him almost any other response to his question, but honestly it felt good to get it off her chest. “I hear alcohol’s bad for babies or something,” she gave a little shrug before taking a small sip of her water and leaning back against the wall behind her. She did feel bad dropping the bomb on Will when he hadn’t exactly asked, but sometimes she just couldn’t control her mouth, and it was so much easier to be cool about it than to allow herself to freak out. He was also definitely not the Matthews brother she should be telling but the easiest part of all of this was definitely the decision that she wasn’t ever going to tell Bryce about this particular situation, and she doubted he’d ever ask if she didn’t explicitly tell him whose baby it was. 

lucas tapped his fingers against his knee as he sat in his agent’s office, waiting for her to join him. it’d been about a month since the audition and he was supposed to hear back this week, so he assumed that when she had called him in to meet with her, it was about this particular audition. though, the fact that she had called him in rather than just telling him over the phone might not be the best sign. in the past few years there were certain things about his agent lucas had come to know very simply, and that she preferred to deliver bad news in person was one of them. thus, the nervous knee tapping. 

“lucas, honey!” the woman exclaimed as she came in the room, opening her arms for a hug, which lucas was happy to give, standing up from his seat to embrace the woman much smaller than him before resuming his seat as she took hers across from him. “good news, bad news,” she told him solemnly.

the boy leaned forward slightly. he was supposed to be the dramatic one, but his agent certainly had that flare for holding things under her belt just long enough to keep him on the edge of his seat. “yeah?” he tried to nudge her along. 

“they loved you,” she grinned. “they want to offer you the male lead,” she gave him an encouraging nod, as lucas let out a sigh of relief. the past few years he’d been working entirely in features. it was just work, but having a show tied down meant the potential of years of consistent work. he was ready for something steady again, and this part was perfect for him. 

“the bad news?” he dared to ask, almost cringing as he did so. 

the woman gave him a sympathetic smile. “well, they released to me the entire cast list,” she started, easing herself into it. “brielle edwards is cast opposite you,” she scrunched up her face a little, anticipating any kind of response from her client, but lucas just stared back at her dumbfounded. “i know you two have a bit of a past.” bit would be an understatement, lucas thought to himself. “but i know you both and i’m sure i can trust you to be civil about this,” she said, though there was a note of warning in her voice. “you still have the option to turn down the part, but you and i both know how good this show could be for your career,” the note of warning grew stronger in her tone.

Mckay packed up her bag quietly as everyone filtered out of the room where they held the evironmental club meetings. A few people stopped to say goodbye to her as they did so and normally she would have struck up a conversation with one of them and left the room with them, but today she was on somewhat of a mission. It had been a while since she’d gotten a moment alone with Crispin, partially because he seemed to spend every free moment between classes with Logan Brown these days, and partially because of Mckay’s own slight avoidance of the boy after hearing through some mutual friends that he and Logan were dating. She wanted to make sure she could at least pretend to be happy for him before trying to talk to him about it. She took a deep breath as the boy started to head toward the door himself and intercepted him midway. “Hey,” she said, in a warm, energetic tone. “Long time no talk,” she commented, hugging her bag to her chest as a comfort object. 

full disclosure: i used a random starter generator for this and this is what I got: 

Ruben with a hangover, but Angie is feeling fine.

Angie tip-toed back into her bedroom with a glass of water and advil, trying not to raise any suspicious with her father that she had snuck her boyfriend into her bedroom, significantly drunk, late last night. “Hey,” she whispered, as she settled herself softly onto her bed next to him, handing him the water and the pills. “How’re you doin, buddy?”

“Um, sorry to bother you, but, uh, I’m new in town and I was just wondering if you could tell me somewhere I could get a decent cup of coffee?”