#p:cameron

She recognized him instantly. What with the flash of blonde hair and heterochromia, and their past interactions.. how could she not? Perking up slightly, Cassie bit down on the edge of her cigarette as she held up a hand in greeting. “If it isn’t the doppleganger.” She stated, flashing him a grin. 

&&;;  cameron-montgomery:

What was the best way to get a bad party out of your head? By going to a good one of course. Or at least that’s what Vivienne’s friends had convinced her. And while she had insisted at first that she just wanted to stay in, she had been “mysteriously” checked out of her hotel. A sign that location had been compromised, and they undoubtedly expected that to ruin her night, but it anything it had just forced Viv to give into the demands of her friends and go out. 

They party had already been in full swing by the time she arrived and it didn’t take the infamous light weight to get more than just a little a buzz going on. The blonde spent the majority of her night on the dance floor with Imogen and co. Dancing to every top 40 song song on the DJ’s shitty playlist and in between the wild dancing and the silly games Vivienne realized that it had gotten later than she had intended on staying. 

Wishing the rest of her friends a good rest of the party, the blonde left the building. Sober enough to be aware of her surrounds but just drunk enough to not care when she stumbled away from the busy main street and into an abandoned side road. “It was too loud and crowded back there anyways.” She had drunkenly rationalized to herself. Proudly strutting down the empty street, drunkenly singing to herself. 

“Got the club going up on a Tuuuuuuesday. Got yo girl in the cut and she choooooooosey.” It wasn’t until she turned a sharp corner that the intoxicated Viv found herself running into trouble. Two shady looking men only about a foot away from her with creepy smiles on their faces. As if....as if they had been waiting for her. Of course they were probably waiting for her, why had she been so fucking loud? Slowly, Vivienne took a step back. 

Cautious and eyeing her surroundings. Not one was in sight and if she tried to run past them, they’d no doubt catch her. Her only option was to turn and run back to the main street. She just needed to get getting to hearing distance and once she started to yell and gain attention they’d get spooked and retreat she tried to calmly tell herself. One...two..three. Viv took off in the opposite direction of the men. "Where you going princess?” 

One called as Viv raced down the side walk. The sound of feet pounding close behind her motivating her to run harder. “Aw come on blondie, we just wanna see what’s in that pretty little purse of yours.” The other laughed, “Or maybe under those pretty little clothes if your lucky.” The urge to throw up had never hit the young blonde so much in her entire life. Abruptly she stumbled, clutching on to a building wall beside her to keep from falling. Not staying long Viv continued until the people and the cars were no longer far away specs. 

“Help! Anyone, please help!”

Melanie hopped off her bed and slipped on a dress. She looked in the mirror to fix her hair a bit, but didn’t put much effort. After fixing the smudge of makeup on her face, she slipped on sandals and made her way down the stairs. As she walked outside the nice breeze hit her face. She smiled as she took in her surrounding. It was so weird being here, but she loved it so much. 

Charity hummed around in her kitchen as she finished washing the last of the dishes from the cupcakes and placing them into the cabinet. A bright smile on the young blonde's face when she realized that she had done it. Her name was being tossed around town now too so maybe it was only a matter of time before she got more job offers to bake things for people - to which she wouldn't mind. That's what she wanted to do with her life eventually anyway. The trip back home had been quite an eye opener. While Rosa seemed to believe her father when he said he would welcome them back with open arms, the youngest Walsh didn't believe him. Not fully anyway. Their father always had a ulterior motive. She hadn't talked about the trip with Cameron or anyone else for that matter, she just pretended that everything was alright.

They walked in silence for a while, mainly because Erin had nothing to say. She let out another painful cough, again shaking off the inner worry that built up inside her. Her hair was pulled back into a ponytail, glasses framing her eyes. She looked around, it was mostly the silhouette of trees, hiding the stars and moon from view. "Stars, hide your fires. Let light not see my deep and black desires." She found herself quoting as she stared up at the sky. She turned to Cameron, nudging him playfully. "In case you weren't aware, that was Shakespeare." She informed him, chuckling inwardly. 

          After arriving in Crystal Cove during a much needed break, she had to admit that she was stressed. Haylee's incident caused her so much worry and anxiety that it brought her right back to the day she buried her mother. It was a feeling of loss and worry that she thought she would never feel again, but here she was experiencing it once more but this time she had to put on a brave face as if it wasn't affecting her. So many masks all the time, she couldn't remember the last tiem she had completely let someone in and let them see a true side of her that wasn't carefully sculpted and perfectly customized. With her there was no raw emotion or any kind of passion, her father had snuffed that out quite some time ago, however the part of her that wanted someone to see past her walls was the smallest part of her.