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TL;DR: Alex takes Agate to Spring Island where she uses her tree-hugging Earthmate powers to restore the island. They then frolic in the greenery and talk about their definitely-not relationships. Alex will definitely be taking credit for fixing the island. 

TL;DR: Alex caused the island to turn to stone by touching the shiny thing that Iluka said he wasn’t allowed to touch. Iluka was mad but maybe a little less mad because Alex almost died saving her life. She tended to his wounds and they had… a moment.

TWs: blood, injury 

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Toby had a bad little habit... Specifically, sticking inside his comfort zone as if his life depended on it.

But if there was anyone who could coax him out of his shell of safety, it was a good friend of his: Alex. The two were seemingly polar opposites, schoolmates whose paths had rarely crossed. They’d had different hobbies and lifestyles that had blocked any friendship from forming, but after meeting up again by chance, he had found that they clicked better than one might expect. They were now what Toby considered pretty close.

The two had struck up a deal: if Toby would give surfing a try, Alex would go on a dive with him. The fisherman couldn’t turn such an offer down.

He stood barefoot on the sand, in swim shorts and a loose navy blue tank top (he was a bit shy about being shirtless, to be honest). The waves lapped at the shore just steps away. He wasn’t necessarily scared, but more concerned about inevitably failing. The surfboard tucked under his arm was awkwardly big, his brow lightly creased in trepidation.

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“Hellooooo Castanet Gym!”

Sam beamed as he walked through the gym doors, skateboard under his arm and a bag of gym clothes on his back. Alex had convinced him to come down and take a class. Of course, it didn’t take much convincing. He’d always wanted to gain muscle, just never had a way to do it back home.

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What had she done...?

Iluka stood along the outskirts of the dance floor as she replayed the moment over and over again in her head. Had her gown and the space allowed her to pace, she might have started. It was as if her body had moved on its own. She had betrayed herself by bidding on the one person she swore she needed to stop running into, but it happened without a second thought like she wasn’t herself. There was no time for her to second guess herself; the bid was in and the auction was closed. She had the winning bid on Alex.

Each song played like a countdown to the final dance of the evening and with each passing one she felt her heartbeat speed up. She didn’t feel nervous, but their was a building anxiety as the songs changed and a small announcement was made for the last dance. The volunteers needed to meet with the winning bidders and Iluka still didn’t have an idea of how she was going to explain this - she barely knew how to explain it to herself. But what she did know was that there was bound to be a sarcastic or teasing comment from him.

“Let’s get this over with,” she said, approaching him once spotted in the distance. “I’m sure neither of us wanted this to be our last dance for the evening.”

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There had once been a point in Elli’s life where she truly believed everyone did what they did with the best intentions in mind. And then she met Alex. He swept her off her feet with a charming personality and a killer smile, and then shattered her heart. 

And yet... she still stuck around. She supposed someone ought to look after that numb skull. Make sure he didn’t hurt anyone else like he did her. Or at least try.

She still had a key to his apartment, even after the fling. Probably so they could have a quick fling, a quick make out, fade to black, and more every so often. Really, she just used it so she could make sure the guy was eating right every now at then.

And so here she was, on her day off, fixing her ex-boyfriend - could he even really be called that? - a nice hearty breakfast.

“Elli, you are way too nice...” she muttered to herself under her breath.

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When a person’s hurt, their first instinct might be to cry. Or to scream. Or to hit. But for Muffy Belrose, it was to turn her heels and make a run for it. Run as fast as her legs could carry her. By the time she made it home, the young blonde was gasping for air in her locked room.

But no matter where she ran to, the monstrous reality loomed over her. It cornered her against the bedroom door and covered her eyes with its dark hands. She had no choice but to watch the tormenting memory of what she ran from over and over. 

Alex’s steady arms. His smiling face. His soft lips—pressed against another’s.

How could he? Why would he?

As everything finally sank in, hot tears seared through her eyes. Everything her high school friends had said was true. She didn’t want to believe in it. Of course. Not my Alex was what the blonde protested—completely ignoring their words and her guts!

They have been sounding the alarm that something was up in the past few months, but did Muffy ever stop to question it? No. She went and ignored the signs! The lack of texting and interest. His I’m-busy-tonight excuses, especially on agreed date nights.

Gosh, and to think she was about to... The box in her hand trembled.

So stupid. Muffy slipped down to the floor. She brought her knees close to her chest and held the box close to her broken heart. “I’m such an idiot,” her muffled words smothered into the palm of her hand. An idiot. The blonde sobbed as the incredible pain in her chest completely overwhelmed her.

When it was almost midnight, Muffy had finally calmed down. Donned in her favourite nightgown, she sat on the edge of the bed and stared at her phone. Alex’s phone number lit up her dimmed room. He could be sleeping soundly right now, but Muffy couldn’t bear to sleep it off. To keep pretending everything was alright.

Breathe in. Breathe out. With shaky hands, Muffy finally hit the call button. As his phone rang, she scrambled for the words to say. What did she want to say? But when the phone call was finally picked up, her heart dropped to the pits of her tummy and the entire script in her brain dissolved—

“Alex,” Muffy’s voice was strained. “Please don’t lie.”