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Ollie cringed as he sat there, watching and listening to the latest sad ballad that Dante had decided to add to his long list of sad ballads he had been performing in choir lately. With each one the other male performed, Oliver felt himself feel worse and worse. It was already apparent how much he had hurt Dante, that much was made more than obvious when Dante decided to pay him a visit at his house a few days ago. And Oliver was already feeling slightly bad for rejecting Dante how he did, all of these extra reminders of it was just making it harder for Oliver to avoid. Plus it didn’t help how that was the only time he was able to see Dante, since often times in the hallways he would go completely unacknowledged. All of this guilt was starting to weigh down on Oliver, and he knew it was probably throwing off the balance of his emotions and spiritual wellbeing. Something he needed to correct, and fast.

Once their coach dismissed the rehearsal, Oliver quickly gathered up his things and sped off after Dante. He wasn’t completely sure Dante would want to talk to him, but he figured it was worth a try. “Dante! Hey, wait, Dante!” he called as he raced after the male down the hallway. “Wait, I wanna talk to you!”

“Damian couldn’t be here,” the blonde said, dropping into her brother’s chair. She flipped through some of the papers that he’d left on the desk, before pulling out her own journal and looking at the man across from her. “So I’ll be doing this check-in.” She offered a small smile, but she wasn’t trying to look nice. “Let’s start with what you did this week--Damian had you on a job, didn’t he?”

“Okay, I’ll grant you -- that was funny. But you’re also in no condition to be driving home, and I didn’t forget. Hand over your keys, or wait here while I call a cab.”

Lucas leaned forward on his desk, using his computer mouse to scroll through the website he was on; looking for the right stamp to buy to put on all of the save the date cards he needed to start sending out soon. The office had been busy for most of the day, their boss having hoarded them into the conference room to give everyone a lecture on the importance of teamwork in the work place. A task that had resulted in the boss forcing them all to play a stupidly elaborate game of the human knot. One that he had, of course, put his own spin onto. After the tedious game eventually ended an over dramatic outburst from their boss, who eventually retreated into his office in an over dramatic fashion, everyone went back to doing what they had been before; which was always usually a whole lot of nothing. 

Releasing a deep sigh, Lucas’ eyes flicked up from his screen to glance at the desks that were just a few feet away where his good friend sat. “Do I get red roses on the stamps? Or the heart shaped ones that say ‘i do’ in a stupid script font?” he asked, clearly not too enthusiastic about what he was doing. 

one. this was the first time jacoby had kissed aiden, they had met between friends and became their own friends, texting and calling each other at night, even being in their own little world, but this was one night, where they had just hung out by themselves and jacoby had felt comfortable with aiden to be himself, so he moved in closer to the rugged male, his hand cupped his cheek, a gulp as he looked into his eyes, soon pressing a soft kiss onto the other’s lips.

two. when they had started going out, jacoby found himself enamored with aiden because the more he was around him, the more he wanted to surround himself with the vibe aiden was giving off. there was this party that they were both invited to, jacoby at his boyfriend’s side as always, saying hi to their friends, holding his hand – once they had gotten to the point where they were just going to ignore the world, aiden had pressed his lips against jacoby’s, the feeling of fireworks exploding as it happened.

three. they had been going through a rough patch, something about aiden cheating on jacoby and jacoby was FUMING with anger because he thought it was going to be them forever and always, apparently not. but jacoby wasn’t going to give up. his eyes on the other male, he could feel his heart beating a mile an hour and god, he was hurt. “– tell me i’m the only one,” he muses, a look on his face as if he were going to be the dominant in the relationship. “tell me i’m the only one you see,” he lets out, soon pressing his body against the other’s, a rather heated kiss they shared.

four. the last time jacoby ever saw aiden was when he was blazed drunk out of his mind, trying to get his ex-boyfriend off his mind. but there he was, teasing him with other people and god, jacoby hated that. sauntering towards the other male, he had pressed aiden against the wall, kissing his lips over and over, just to feel that adrenaline he felt when they were together. “– i fucking hate you,” he let out as he pulled away, his eyes on the other’s, soon kissing his lips again.

Carey set everything out for her night in with Cordelia. The two had bonded quickly once they settled into college and Carey still remembered what it was like to have one friend in the orphanage and that one friend had always been Cordelia. Even when she was adopted the girl made a seemingly strong effort to keep in touch and Carey appreciated it. Cordelia was one of the few people that didn’t annoy her.

The brunette sat on the couch with a coffee mug of hot chocolate in her lap and looking around their apartment. Cordelia had moved in with Carey for school and to save on dorm fees and Carey honestly needed the company. It was hard for her to venture out into the world since Eli died and everything spiraled so having another person in the world she cared for somewhere close really meant a lot to her. Carey sipped her hot chocolate and licked the whipped cream off her lip before twisting around to face the hall. “Cordy! Are you finished? You’re putting on pajamas not a red carpet gown, let’s go I wanna watch some FRIENDS or- or iZombie or- something equally dumb.”