CHAOTIC GOOD.

We’re coworkers and usually that wouldn’t be a problem but I’m your boss, so stop looking at me like that

We’re roommates and I swear if anyone else we live with found out we’d be tormented until the lease was up

You used to be my teacher/professor and it’s totally cool that we’re seeing each other now, not weird at all- not even when we run into people- maybe this should be kept quiet

You’re my RA and you signed a contract saying you wouldn’t hook up with your residents but can we overlook that for just tonight? and next week? and for the rest of the semester, maybe?

We hooked up after the office party even though there’s a strict no dating rule and honestly? we shouldn’t keep doing this but it was really fun

I’m your ex’s new roommate and you were only coming by to pick up your stuff and you walked in on me dancing around in my underwear

We’re in group therapy together

We’re competing against one another for valedictorian/that promotion

Your sibling is my significant other

We’re part of a trio of friends but we don’t want our friend to feel like the third wheel

You’re my best friend’s ex

We’re both camp counselors at a sleep-away camp

Our kids are dating

I’m your boss’s child

You’re a really close friend of my sibling/parent/cousin/roommate but we also really hit it off?

He had at least the next few days sorted out.

For today’s lunch, he was going to UberEats Masterpiece Delicatessen, a gourmet sandwich shop he’d researched online. His order was literally on queue for the next hour and a half.

As he was watching its progress on his app, as if it would make time go faster, he almost collided full body with one of the tiniest women he’d ever saw. If it hadn’t have been for her miniature fist shoving a flyer into his chest, she would have been a goner.

“What kind of party? Like a spin the bottle, no drinking type thing?…How do you feel about Christian music? Because I’m down with some I’ll Fly Away shit but at least, can I smoke some weed?”

*

Up until this point, people weren’t exactly thrilled that Terk was shoving papers in their faces and demanding their presence at her impromptu party that, she was sure, would be chaos. Tarzan was already getting booze, Tantor was already complaining, and Terk was - well - doing this. And if anyone asked, she was succeeding. Even though there was a giant chance that she was not.

Imagine going through all this trouble only for no one to come.

Nah, that wouldn’t happen.

When she (way too aggressively) shoved the flyer into this man’s chest, she stumbled back a little, laughing as she went, “My bad. Overshot that a little.” Now - in all honesty - she didn’t exactly mind running into attractive men. But, falling in front of one? Not ideal.

“Oh, for sure - and pillow fights too. Think you can keep up, kid? Gotta tell you - I’m pretty scrappy.” Tucking the stack of flyers under her arm, she put up her fists with an arched brow and a smirk on her face. Joking or not, she could hear her brothers in the back of her mind telling her to stop threatening strangers in the middle of the courtyard - it wasn’t cute.

She liked to think it was a little cute.

 “Smoke weed? Sure you can,” she said with a shrug. “But you’ll have to share. And bring your friends! Otherwise, no deal.” 

Not too long ago they were excited to finally get him out of the house, he was supposed to move in with his “best friend” Martin and tour with his gymnastics team. But now everyone, including Charles, was afraid of what people would do if they found out he was a mutant. So, that’s why he had ditched his sisters and the tour guide, with them around it felt more like he was being dropped off at a psych ward and not at an academy for gifted people.

He felt calm and not like he was carrying a bulldozer full of rocks, his body was soft and he was breathing fine. He felt safe until someone slammed there hand into his chest.

“Whoa-” he stammered for a second as the girl in front of him went on.

“Umm, thanks? But aren’t you worried about the kind of people /this/” he waved the paper in front of her, “will bring to your home?”

Maybe a part of him had been cornered into being scared of the unknown.

*

Was she worried?

Terk laughed.

“Listen, I’ve never been in a situation I couldn’t get out of,” she said confidently. Perhaps this wasn’t due to her own merit, considering she had her brothers who would (sometimes) willingly go to bat for her - but who needed to know that? Not this kid. “Why? Trying to cause trouble?”

As it turned out, reckless as it might have been, trouble was exactly what she was looking for. If she couldn’t start this whole experience with a bang, what was the point in starting it at all? Now, this was the worst possible mentality she could have - and she knew it was the worst possible mentality she could have. But, if she wasn’t giving her brother a heart attack at any and all times - she wasn’t doing her job as baby sis.

“What if I promise you nothing bad is gonna happen? Will you come? I’ll have security on standby just for you.” She couldn’t help but giggle - what a stupid fucking thing to say.

But, she had a feeling it might work.

“I’m Terk, by the way. Terk Ronaldo - party planner extraordinaire. Ready to get you fucked up in the safest...” she smirked, “...environment possible.”

Scott couldn’t remember the last time he had held and actual flyer in his hand. Had they gone out of style or was everything now electronic-based? He sounded like his father in that moment - old fashioned, cushy and comfortable. His head shook as if he was trying to rid himself of those thoughts and offered a smile when the flyer was shoved into his chest. 

“Are you inviting the entire town?” he asked with a laugh, wondering if inviting the junkyard dogs was the right move. They could be….a lot.

* “Hell yeah, the fun. Did I stutter?” If Terk was anything, she was quick on her feet - ready with a snarky response without a missed beat. “You’re down for a little fun, right?” That sounded way more dirty than she intended. Oops.

“Yanno, like party fun. Not-- Anyway.”

Okay, maybe sometimes she was a little too quick on her feet. Think before you speak, Terk! How many times did people have to tell her that before she listened? 

“Well, no. I’m inviting everyone I run into who looks cool in hopes they invite the whole town. You got me, right? Gonna bring your friends? I’m new so like....I’m trying to make some.”

Duncan was still pretty messed up from the last challenge that Chris Mcclain had decided to throw their way. it was times like this he wondered if the money was even worth it. Sure, he had survived juvie. Prided himself on that fact even but even this reality show could break anyone’s spirits and breaking spirits was Duncan’s speciality. he couldn’t be out of a job here. Yet here he was covered in fluids of god knows what, defeated, tired and annoyed. After a long shower (and purposely using the rest of the hot water) he was met by a familiar face he had grown quite fond of. Icey blue orbs locked with her dark ones as a smirk came across duncan’s face. “Princess, fancy meeting you here. Were you waiting here hoping to catch a glimpse of me all-natural.”

It took a total of two seconds, on any given day, for Duncan to make her eyes roll into the back of her head - and as she spotted him at the showers, it was no different. “Why do you insist on calling me that? You know I hate it.” Arms crossed, Courtney dramatically stomped her foot with a huff. “Do you realize how infuriating you are?” 

INTRODUCING THE HAWKINS FAMILY….