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                                                  THERESA BLAIR ASTLEY
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                                        `beauxbatons

                                                                      Tessa sat on the bench, in the midst of a rather chaotic hallway. She couldn't help but to wonder how in a place so packed with people, she hadn't managed to find a single person to keep her company. It didn't really make much sense. To be honest, she hadn't actively been seeking out a friend or companion in the hall though. She'd been too busy just looking around in general, observing the school and maybe an interaction or two between student. Even after being at Hogwarts for a week already, she still seemed to be fascinated by everything. There was just so much of the school and the grounds to explore, and the week that had passed wasn't nearly enough time to take it all in.

                                                                      On the bright side, she still had months before she would be leaving the school. The Tri-Wizard Tournament hadn't even started yet. The champions had just been picked around twenty minutes ago, something that the French girl wasn't exactly happy with. She had had her sights set on being the female Beauxbatons champion, only to be let down. Bernadette had won herself that title. She wasn't really resentful of the other girl for being picked, just a bit upset, that's all. However, she was upset with the male champion. Auguste LeClerc of all people! She couldn't believe it! Well, it seemed rather likely considering the popularity that he had at the school, but this wasn't a popularity contest, it was the Tri-Wizard Tournament! She wasn't a big fan of his, and probably would have been happy with nearly anybody but him getting picked. Overall, she was not happy with the results of the champions. At least for her school, the champions from the other school seemed well enough. Even though she wasn't happy, she'd still be cheering on her school, since she had a sense of school pride. There was still nearly a month before the first task would begin, and she was already starting to feel a bit anxious. What would it be? She was beyond curious to see what would happen throughout the tournament.

                                                                      Tess shook herself out of her thoughts of the tournament, as she tried to figure out what to do next. Perhaps she should just go back to the Gryffindor common room and study, or something of the sort. She had a feeling that that would be quite difficult, seeing as their was probably a party going on, even though both champions were Ravenclaw. It seemed like the students didn't need any excuse to throw a party, which was something she greatly appreciated. She never could say no to a good party. Her steel blue eyes scanned the halls as she thought. It appeared as if they were starting to empty out a little bit, and she could have sworn she heard the voices of Vale Desiderio, Riley Hawthorne, and Everleigh Carmichael. All three of them were Hogwarts students that she had met since her arrival, and she wondered what had happened, considering their voices seemed to be rather tense. Part of her considered going to check to make sure that everything was alright, but she decided against it, seeing as a familiar figure had approached her. She looked up to see who it was and smiled, noticing that it was Elora, better known as Nova.

                                                                      The two got along rather well and at the moment, her friend's company was just what she needed. Nova was a bit of an oddity back at Beauxbatons, being one of the few students that couldn't speak French with extreme fluency. Her English seemed to be a bit choppy, but so was the majority of Beauxbatons students that were at Hogwarts. She prided herself on hers, since in her opinion she was rather good with the language. That probably had something to do with the fact that she had been speaking it since a young age. "Good evening to you too, Nova." She greeted the girl with a bright smile. Tessa was just about to answer the girl's question, but it seemed as if she didn't have to, considering she just sat down anyway. "Not all. I guess I'm a little late on my answer though." She teased playfully. The blonde nodded in agreement, it certainly had been a crazy year so far. "It has. I couldn't imagine what would happen if there were any more students here. Hogwarts would probably explode. And it's only going to get crazier once the tournament actually starts." She told her, unable to keep a bit of a grin off of her face. She got excited just thinking about it.

                                                                      When Nova mentioned missing home, she sighed. She had to admit, she missed it quite a bit as well. Hogwarts was a great adventure and she was ecstatic to be there, but at the same time she did miss the familiarity of Beauxbatons. She tried not to think about it often though, and succeeded in doing so. There was so much to do at Hogwarts that it was easy to forget all about being homesick. "I am too, but I really do like it here. It's not Beauxbatons, but there's something special about this castle isn't there? It's, for lack of a better word, magical." She replied, looking around in a sense of wonderment.

                                                                      "So, are you excited for the tournament?" Tessa asked the other girl curiously. It seemed like a bit of a stupid question since most people were excited for it, but she wanted to ask anyway. "What do you think about the champions?" She continued on. "Did you put your name in?" The young girl couldn't help it, questions kept rolling off of her tongue. Once she got started, she had a hard time stopping. Adding her burning curiosity to her excitement, she was bound to be more than a little talkative and inquisitive. For the second time in the last few moments, she was extremely glad that Nova had decided to grace her with her presence, she wasn't sure how much longer she could've took being on her own."Sorry for all of the questions, just wondering." She stated, laughing lightly.

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                                                  ASHLEIGH LILIAN LOCKE
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                                        `the vampire

                                                                      Ashleigh Lilian Locke was positively bored out of her mind. She stole a glance at the alarm clock sitting on her nightstand, sighing when she saw that it was only eleven o'clock. Sometimes the days in Fruitville just seemed to drag on and on. It was so rural, and quite frankly, boring. Unless you liked that Southern small town charm, which seemed to be abundant there. If the town had a personality, it would be the fiery redhead's complete opposite. She'd heard talk of the small town long before she'd ever moved there, and to be honest, at that time, she was skeptical of it even existing. It didn't really make sense, did it? All of the different type of supernaturals living in one place? It seemed rather unlikely.

                                                                      She had pushed away all thoughts of it for awhile, and had stumbled across it on complete accident. Before moving to Georgia, she'd been residing all the way across the country in California. San Francisco, to be exact. After living there for roughly ten years, she decided that she needed a change in scenery. She'd always been a wanderer, never able to stay in one place for too long. In the eighty-two years since she had been changed, she'd lived in numerous places, and had moved countless times. She was a drifter, that much was for sure. Even if she had never been turned, she had a feeling she'd turn out this way anyway. There was a brightside to the constant moving though. If she didn't stay in a place for very long, it was hard for hunters, or anyone for that matter, to suspect her of anything. Ash had only had a couple of run ins with them over the years, both from when she was younger and still "learning the ropes" when it came to the whole vampire thing. She'd come out of both incidents unscathed, however she couldn't say the same for the hunters. It wasn't her fault that they provoked her. Well, maybe there was a bit of provocation on both sides, but that's not important. She'd taken off in her car, all of her belongings in tow, no real destination in mind. The girl had just passed into the small town of Fruitville, Georgia when her car decided to break down. Taking that as a sign, she decided to stay, and here she is today, six years later.

                                                                      Ash got up off of the couch and made her way over to look out of the window. Seeing that the weather was partially cloudy, a slight smile spread on her face. A layer of snow coated the ground, making the town look a bit like a winter wonderland. Before she knew it, it'd be summer again, which was something that she wasn't looking forward to. Back before the change, it'd been her favorite season, but she'd grown to dread it over the years, for obvious reasons. It'd be better if it was a little bit gloomier, but it was good enough for her to still want to venture out. The days when it was bright out were agonizing for her, leaving the girl stranded inside her own home. Unlike some vampires, she couldn't stand to be cooped up anywhere, or alone for that matter. Even after all of these years, she never had grown accustomed to being alone. She enjoyed the company of other people way too much for that. The girl was certainly social, even though some people weren't exactly fond of her rather loud personality.

                                                                      Since the weather was decent enough to go out, she pondered what to do or who to bother. Surprisingly, it was a bit of a difficult question for her. She was being horribly indecisive, which was one of her worst traits. When it came to making little decisions, like deciding where to go, she could be rather hopeless. After looking out the window for a few more minutes, she decided to just drive around for a while until he figured out what to do. Ash grabbed her leather jacket off of the chair she'd flung it on earlier, along with her cellphone and her bag. After flicking off all of the lights that had been left on, she stepped out the door of her house and locked the door behind her.

                                                                      Looking in the driveway, a smile spread on her face as she saw her car. God, she loved that thing. It was a cherry red '74 Nova, and it was easily considered one of her most prized possessions. She'd had the car since the late nineties and absolutely loved it to death. Over the years, she'd picked up a fondness for cars and such, and it was interesting to see how things had changed and continued to changed since she was a young girl. Well, technically she was still young, but that's not the point here. So much had changed over the years, it really was quite amazing. But throughout this time she'd had enough time to learn more than a few tricks when it came to working on a car. However, in the unlikely situation where she couldn't fix whatever went wrong, Paxton was the only one he trusted near it. She could be rather protective when it came to her car, she couldn't help it. The girl climbed inside and started driving.

                                                                      For a little while, Ash just drove through the sleepy town aimlessly, letting her mind wander. The town was more tense than usual, seeing as quite a few hunters arrived a few days ago. So far things had remained quiet and no blood had been spilt, but everyone knew that it was only a matter of times. She'd like to think that the hunters were ignorant, but the truth was, they weren't. They could be cold and calculating and cruel too, which was what through her off about these ones. For the most part, they were all being relatively pleasant. She even considered herself on the road to friendship with a couple of them, and didn't plan on doing anything to break that until they made the first move. At the moment, she seemed to be safe from suspicion, and she really hoped that it would stay that way. She just had to be careful to cover up her tracks. Overall, she wasn't very on edge about the whole thing. If anything, it made the town a bit more interesting.

                                                                      Finally, she pulled into a small diner. It was somewhat of a staple in the town. It'd been around for years and had the best coffee around. There was sure to be someone interesting in there for her to bother. Getting out of the car, the redhead walked into the diner, taking a glance around. She nearly immediately spotted Pepper, a friend of hers. Sure, they'd had a couple of problems due to their tempers and the fact that Ash was a vampire, but other than that they got along fine for the most part. "Mind if I join you?" She asked. Without waiting for a response, she slid into the booth. "Too late, your time to get rid of me has expired. Looks like you're stuck with me. Lucky you." She joked, a playful grin on her face. She really did enjoy spending time with the other girl, even if she was a werewolf. Well, to be honest, she didn't mind werewolves much. Unless they had a problem with her. "So, how have you been?" She asked.

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                                                                      Hearing Cillian's comment about all of the alcohol, she couldn't help but to grin slightly. There really was an excessive amount, but she had a feeling that the students of Hogwarts would be able to put it to good use. When he started to explain his troubles to her, a frown spread on her face. It certainly didn't seem to be a good time to be Cillian Dursley, that was for sure. She couldn't help but to feel bad for the poor boy. The blonde wasn't really sure what to say in response, to be honest. She loved trying to help people and listen to their problems, but when it came to actually giving advice or anything of that sort, she could be helpless, and for once, find herself at a loss for words. "I'm really sorry, Cilllian. But if makes you feel any better at all, I trust you." She murmured, not sure what else to say. Knowing him, he probably had quite a bit more to say.

                                                                      Suddenly, someone else joined them. Lizzie looked up to see who it was, quickly realizing that it was the dark haired transfer that she’d seen earlier at lunch. She smirked, looking up to where he was sitting on top of the counter. Hearing him, she couldn’t help but to smile at his comment, blushing slightly. “I could tell. Kissing Soleria? Can’t exactly say I approve, but your choice, not mine.” She commented, still smirking. She wasn’t exactly fond of the other girl, which wasn’t a surprise considering she absolutely hated Ivy. They just clashed. “Just drowning in boredom and loneliness, but it appears as if my luck is already changing.” She replied, grinning.

                                                                      When he put out his hand and introduced himself, she quickly shook it. “I figured you were a transfer, don’t think someone like you would’ve been able to slip under my radar this long if you weren’t. I’m Elizabeth Clare, but Lizzie’s fine. Call me Elizabeth and drastic measures just might have to be taken.” A smile lit up her features, not even caring that she was flirting with the boy. He was attractive, so why not? She shimmied her way so that she was also sitting on the counter, which was harder than it seemed considering her dress. “C’mon Cillian, spill.” She urged, after Ezven. When he winked at her she couldn’t help but to think about how hot he was. It was nearly distracting. She had a feeling he would, since he’d already had quite a bit to drink. She really was concerned, and wanted to help him out if she could. Even if it was something out of her control, at least she’d be there to help him get it all out. While waiting for his response, she grabbed the bottle from Ezven. “I’ll be taking that.” She said, with a grin. Taking the bottle, she tipped back a bit of it, before handing it back over to him. It burned, but it was something she'd managed to become relatively adjusted to over time.

                                                                      Not long later, Cillian picked up on his explanation of why he was so down. She turned her focus to him, listening intently, despite the alcohol in her system. At this point, she hadn't really drank much, so thankfully she was still in her right mind. His words moved fast as he spoke of his uncle, the great Harry Potter's death and how it was all a part of some bigger plan. When he finished his first rush, she held her tongue, knowing he wasn't quite done yet. As expected, he continued, ranting on about how Hades had allies at the school and how no one took him seriously. Lizzie nodded, putting it that way, it made complete sense to her. It had to be a part of something bigger than just killing Harry Potter, especially considering all of the coincidences happening lately. Nothing seemed to add up, which was confusing to say the least. "I take you seriously. I mean, it makes sense, doesn't it? And I can understand people being skeptical, especially Albus. If you were him, would you want to believe that the whole mess that got your father killed was still going on? That danger was still present? Everyone just wants to believe that we're safe and sound here, and that nothing's wrong. The same thing happened with Harry when he was here, didn't it? People have got to come around eventually." She replied, concentrating on the matter at hand. She wasn't an idiot, no matter what people wanted to think about her. The girl was clever, and could usually piece things together simply.

                                                                      So serious, for a party at least She thought to herself. "Shush, there's nothing wrong with who you are. Muggleborn or not, who cares? Okay, maybe some people do, but they're idiots. And one friend? You've got at least two here right now, might as well include Ezven since he's here and seems to care. Then there's your family, Atticus, the Potters and everyone else. And there's Raleigh too. The point is, you've got plenty of friends. Give us some credit." She finished, rambling a bit. It seemed like there was no consoling Cillian at this point, but she was determined to try.

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                                                                      ​​The dance was certainly turning out to be interesting, that was for sure. Much better than the ball, to say the least. However, that might've been a good night too if she hadn't shown up at the tail end of it. Well, the school year was still young and she had plenty of time to go to parties and balls. Speaking of which, the Yule Ball was coming up soon. In a month to be exact. She had no plans for a date so far, but there was plenty of time for that later. For now she just had to take it one night at a time and enjoy the party going on around her.

                                                                      When Cillian grasped her shoulder, Lizzie looked over at him, curious as to what he wanted. Judging by the previous conversation, she had a feeling that whatever it was couldn't be very good. Hearing him, she quirked an eyebrow. Between the claiming he wasn't drunk and calling her 'darling', she was quite off put by his remark. He was acting very un-Cillianlike, a sure sign that he was, in fact, drunk. That much was apparent, even if she hadn't just seen him drown his sorrows in a good deal of liquor. Before she even got a chance to reply, he'd already admitted to being drunk. "You certainly are. Whether you're being stubborn because you're drunk of because it's a personality issue, we're still going to talk to this more later, when you are in a better state. I'm not going to drop it, which makes the both of us stubborn." She replied, a bit of a motherly tone to her voice. She couldn't help but to be a bit protective of her friends, especially when they were drunk or in a fragile state. Cillian happened to be both at the moment.

                                                                      The blonde watched as he enchanted a plastic flower to glow and change colors, before setting it in her hair. "Of course, love. I'm here whenever you need me. And I will. Don't do anything too stupid, alright?" She asked, a smile on her face. She hoped the boy would be careful and wouldn't get himself into too much trouble, and had a feeling she'd probably keep a bit of an eye on him throughout the night, just to be sure. She couldn't help it, it was just how she was. As Cillian addressed Ezven, she tuned out again, turning her attention elsewhere. The game of spin the bottle seemed to be growing by the moment, and she contemplated joining later. Her best friend Dianna was already over there, accompanied by James Potter. Things were sure to be interesting, if she knew Dianna.

                                                                      When the other Ravenclaw said that if they had anything to say to say it now, she laughed slightly at the last part. "Have fun." She called, smiling at him. When he retreated, she turned her attention to the rather attractive Ezven. Lizzie danced with him, the smile ever present on her face. It was fun being around him, and certainly helped to take her mind off of the more unpleasant things that had been happening recently. Her smile brightened when he pulled her closer and rested his forehead on hers, listening as she looked up at him. Hearing him say that he wanted to kiss her, her heart beat faster, as she raised an eyebrow, a bit incredulous. It wasn't like she hadn't kissed anyone before, she'd dated Landon Milestone, for Merlin's sake! It was just a bit surprising, that's all. "Mhmm, I think I'd be more offended if you didn't." She replied with a smirk. Without waiting for him to kiss her, she kissed him first. Might as well go for it, right?

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                      everleighskylahartley
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                                                  SHAYLA MARIE STONE
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                                        `the ex-girlfriend

                                                                      To say that Shayla's night had ended well would be an understatement. Things had been going perfectly fine until the employee of the ice cream shop had stepped in, but from then on, things were on a downward spiral. Shortly after, Jacen had decided to leave, using what was one of the absolute worst excuses possible. She knew she should’ve said something, asked him to stay, but out of sheer awkwardness, she’d let him slip away. It was much less painful than when she shoved him away and broke up with him, but it still hurt. Even if letting him leave was basically all her fault. She knew that she shouldn’t care about him anymore, but she couldn’t help it. As they say, first loves die hard. It was manageable being in a completely different state than him, but being in the same area as him was proving to be rather difficult for her. Too many old feelings and memories resurfaced. . It'd be so much easier if she could just hate him, but that had proved to be impossible. Needless to say, after the whole ordeal with him, calling ice cream boy was the absolute last thing on her mind. She hadn’t even considered it when he first gave her the number, but Jacen’s last comment solidified her choice. After the ice cream shop, she headed back to the party. It was still going strong by the time she had gone back, and it was quite the task trying to find her parents in the house. Of course, she’d been intercepted by other family friends and the like, but she’d managed to dodge them rather quickly. Shay didn’t want to stay there any longer, she just wanted to let her parents know that she was heading back home. Her mother was a chronic worrier, so it seemed like a good idea. However, once she found them, it seemed like her trip was pretty much worthless considering that they were both quite drunk. A rare occasion for them, and she couldn’t help but to laugh. After trying to relay the message that she was going home, she quickly ducked out of the party, and headed out to where she had parked her car. Getting in, she noticed that Jacen’s was already gone, but shook her head, not wanting to think about him at the moment.

                                                                      The drive to the house that had been her home for eighteen years was relatively short, taking only a few minutes. Shay smiled when she saw it, getting out of the car. Not much had changed since she’d left. Other than a few new flowers, it looked virtually the same. The house held a lot of great memories for her, and she’d missed being there. It had been worth it to go off to college, but at times she had gotten quite a bit homesick. Walking up to the doorstep, she grabbed the spare key from under the flower pot and unlocked the house. The inside looked nearly the same as well. She climbed up the stairs, bag in hand, as she headed back to her old room. It was oddly empty, seeing as she had taken things with her when she left, but it was still undeniably her room. She was glad her parents hadn’t done anything to it. She dropped her bag on the ground, before pulling out a pair of pajamas. After changing, she jumped onto the bed, laying facedown for a moment, before finally turning over and drifting off to sleep. It’d been an incredibly long day.


                                                                      The next morning she woke up a bit disoriented, trying to figure out where she was. As the sleep started to clear from her mind, she remembered that she was back home. Once this realization was out of the way, memories from the previous night started to wash over her, and she couldn’t help but to shake her head. Her head was pounding, even though she hadn’t drank at all the night before. She tended to get terrible headaches quite often, something she hated with a passion. Suppressing a groan, she leaned over the side of the bed, and started to look for ibuprofen, aspirin, or anything that could possibly help her to shake the pain. However, luck was not on her side, seeing as couldn’t find any. She’d just have to stop somewhere and pick something up, and soon. Might as well get ready for the day. A piece of paper taped to the door caught her eye, and she went over to read it, a bit curious as to what it could possibly be. It didn’t quite make sense, but she was able to catch the gist of it. It appeared as if she and her parents would be having dinner with Jacen and his parents. First the party and now this? They really were relentless. This dinner was the last thing that she needed, but there wasn’t any way that she’d be getting out of it. Well, the girl was rather conflicted when it came to him. Part of her wanted to steer clear entirely, try to forget he existed, but the other, stronger, part of her wanted to spend time. It was undeniable though, she couldn’t get over him no matter how hard she continued to try. The morning was already off to a great start.

                                                                      After crumpling the note up and tossing it into the trash, she grabbed an outfit from her bag and headed off to the bathroom to shower. She turned the water on, making it nearly as hot as it could go. When she was finished, Shayla grabbed a towel and dried off, before quickly changing. Once she was dressed, she proceeded on with her usual routine, which didn’t take very long. Finishing up, she headed downstairs. The house was oddly silent, so she guessed that her parents were still asleep. Arriving in the kitchen, she grabbed a granola bar before heading out the door. She didn’t really feel like eating much, but figured she had to at least get something in her system. The girl headed out the door, with the objective of killing her headache in mind. Getting into the car, she decided to stop by the store closest to the house.

                                                                      Arriving at her destination, she parked and got out of the car, starting the walk into the store. She glanced around, looking for the aisle she needed. It didn’t take long, considering she’d gone to the store numerous times back when she lived in town. Grabbing a bottle of ibuprofen, she figured she might as well get some soda too. She didn’t really drink it excessively, but maybe it’d help to get rid of the headache. Shay didn’t really want to have to deal with it all day. Looking around, she saw a familiar face and had to do a double take. Of course, Jacen had to be there too. Her mind was at war with itself, trying to decide whether to walk away and pretend she hadn’t seen him, or whether she should say something. “Hey.” She greeted him simply, smiling. The girl hadn’t even meant to say anything, but she couldn’t stop herself. “Did your parents tell you they invited my parents and I over for dinner tonight?” She asked, looking around, everywhere but directly at him. “They’re being relentless when it comes to us. Who knows what else they have planned.” The blond rolled her eyes. She appreciated the effort, but she really didn’t want them involved in her love life. Even though she wasn’t exactly opposed to what they were trying to do. “If you need any help with dinner, I’d be glad to help. I’m sure you remember how great I am cooking.” She grinned, knowing that last part was far from true. She was terrible at cooking. Utterly hopeless. The girl burnt everything she touched, and had nearly burnt down the house on numerous occasions.

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                      amberlynnalycevega
                                  you know my name's drummer and fake love interest
                                                                          Amber glanced around the bus, not paying attention to much in particular. The bus might have been a rather large step up from their barely drivable van, but that didn't mean that there was much too do there either. And the makeshift recording studio was already in use by Oliver, that she was able to figure out relatively easily since he was the only member of Melancholy's Son that she hadn't already seen in the last few moments. Whether he was accompanied by anyone from her band, she wasn't sure, but it didn't seem very likely. The remaining members of You Know My Name were off in their van, probably complaining about something or another. She loved her bandmates to death, but god, they knew how to complain.

                                                                          That was one of the reasons that she got along with Sofia the best out of everyone. That was how it had always been. However that might've had to do with the fact that the band had started with a pair and they'd worked together to add on members, which wasn't that hard considering the fact that they were all relatively good friends before the band. All with the exception of Ross who they'd managed to meet shortly after the band was formed, but he fit in nicely with the group. As much as she loved everyone, she felt like the band's demise would much like it's beginning, just her and Sofia. Whether it would be because they decided to branch off on their own or something else entirely, it was just this gut feeling that she had. And over the years, she'd learned to trust those feelings, however she was going to ride this out til the very end.

                                                                          When Seth started talking about how they'd have separation anxiety once they ditched the van and made an attempt to backtrack when talking about YKMN and touring. He probably thought she was going to get upset about it, but she really wasn't. They hadn't been on that many tours, and none of them could really be considered big tours. "No, you've got a point. I'm going to be honest here, this is probably the best tour we've ever gotten to be on. Even though our bands hardly get along and we're being forced to pretend to date. Things are finally starting to pick up for us." Amber couldn't even begin to explain how glad she was that the band was taking off, but at the same time, she was worried. Once they got bigger, more things would change then the cramped van. She only hoped that it wouldn't put a strain on their friendship at all. But hell, if they could survive living in that van, and even enjoy it a bit, she had a feeling they'd be able to make it. "Oh, I will. And young one? I beg to differ." She joked, pretending to be offended.

                                                                          As the boy talked about the venue that they were playing at and how great it was, she couldn’t help but to get even more pumped for the show, if that was possible. Amber had heard stories about the venue before, which was another good sign. She’d gotten familiar with quite a few venues around the country due to touring and everything. But even before then, she could name nearly every venue in New Jersey, and some in the surrounding area as well. The girl had always been an avid concertgoer, attending shows whenever she could. Even if she didn’t know the band she’d still go. Sometimes she ended up discovering incredible groups, other times, not so much. But even at the bad shows, it was still fun just to be around all of her friends and hanging out. “Oh god, I’m so glad to hear that. I’ll probably end up in the crowd after our set.” She replied, smiling a bit. It wasn’t a rare occasion for her to jump into the crowd for the rest of the show, especially if the crowd was great. Usually it wasn’t a problem, even if Tessa wasn’t always happy about it.

                                                                          Hearing Seth mention that the opening band sucked, a frown spread across her lips. Terrible opening groups just made their job that much harder since they had to pick up the other band’s slack. When he mentioned that the opening band was the Red Widows, her jaw just about dropped. Oh god, not again She thought, suppressing a groan. Out of all the bands she’d played shows with, they had to be the absolute worst. Amber couldn’t stand any of the girls and they seemed to feel the same way. She’d nearly got in a fight with their guitarist last time, but the ever-so-watchful Tess had managed to drag her away into the van. She wasn’t exactly one to get into fights, but she could be rather hotheaded. The redhead was already in a foul mood when she happened to overhear the guitarist trash talking her band, so naturally that only made things worse. She confronted the other girl, who proceeded to antagonize her, then things escalated from there. “Well, now that I know they’re going to be there, we’re going to have to do twice as good as usual.” She muttered under her breath. “I’m glad you think that they’re awful though, that’s something to agree on. They have got to be the worst band I’ve ever gotten the pleasure to meet.” The show was sure to be an interesting one, that much was for sure. She was determined to make the best of it though. “I bet Tess is going to spend the entire night trying to keep me away from them.”

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                                                                      Hearing Cillian's remark, Lizzie couldn't help but to laugh slightly. She used terms like 'love' or 'darling' for nearly all of her friends, without even thinking about it. Luckily, most people didn't seem to mind it very much. And it appeared as if she was rubbing off on her impaired friend. To be honest, this was probably the drunkest she'd ever seen him. He really was getting to be quite out of it, and she wondered how much worse it would get by the time that the party died down. Chances are, it wouldn't be good.

                                                                      Soon enough, Ezven and Cillian were talking again, so she averted her attention elsewhere. The conversation didn't concern her and it wasn't any of her business, so it really wasn't necessary that she paid attention. Looking around, she noticed Landon and Venus leaving the party. She couldn't help but to roll her eyes at the sight. At the moment, she didn't feel anything but anger and annoyance toward him. However, her feelings for Venus were much more complicated. On one hand, she was annoyed and angry with her too, but for not even asking how she felt about it. Girl code, right? But at the same time, she felt bad for the redhead. Knowing the Slytherin, things were bound to go badly and she didn't want to see the girl hurt. It was getting to be rather complicated, and in all honesty, was the last thing that she wanted to think about at a party. She wanted to have fun, and thinking about her friend and her ex-boyfriend certainly did not fall under that category.

                                                                      When Cillian waved goodbye and started to walk toward the game, she pulled herself out of her thoughts, shaking her head slightly. Lizzie looked up at Ezven, dancing with him, swaying to sound of the music playing. She smiled as he pressed his forehead against hers. Dancing with him was fun, and carefree. She was rather good dancer too, to be honest. She'd been forced to do formal dancing and the like by her parents when she was younger, and she'd actually really enjoyed it. From there on she'd picked up on how to dance at parties and such, and she'd gotten rather good at it. It was odd how she tended to trip over things like her own feet often, but when it came to dancing, she was good with her feet. She never could figure it out.

                                                                      The girl was starting to become a bit fond of the Polish exchange student. He was interesting, and charming to say the least. Let's not forget to add attractive to that list either. All in all, he was worth getting to know him better, even if it was strictly as friends. These parties certainly were good for meeting people. Hearing him ask to kiss was a bit surprising, but hey, she wasn't going to complain, or stop him. She'd be a fool to do that. So instead, she kissed him first. The male looked a bit surprised, and she had to fight back the urge to grin. She let him pull her closer, as she continued to kiss him, her hand on his back. Lizzie had to admit, the kiss was fantastic, and he definitely knew what he was doing, that much was evident. Of course, she could've figured that much out from the way he acted. Pulling away, she grinned, slightly out of breath. "Uh yeah, we should probably do that." She murmured in response, still thrown off a bit by the kiss.

                                                                      Taking his hand, she began to follow him over to the group of students that were playing Spin the Bottle. This was sure to be interesting, that much she knew for sure. They didn't make it very far before Ezven bumped into another male. She noted the other a bit confused, seeing as didn't recognize him. Sure, Hogwarts was a rather large school, but she still managed to know at least most of the upper class students by face, if not name. Maybe he was another transfer or something of the sort. Either or, it wasn't important at the moment. She smiled as Ezven talked to him, not sure what else to say. Soon enough, they were back on track and headed off to the game.

                                                                      Lizzie plopped down onto the floor beside Ezven, sitting on her legs so that her dress wouldn't rise up. To her left was one of her best friends Dianna, which caused her to smile. She hadn't really seen the other girl much over the last few days, but that had a lot to do with how hectic things had been. Some catching up was definitely in order, but not here at the rather crowded and loud party. "Hey! Cause any riots yet?" She asked with a grin, a teasing lilt to her voice. To be honest, she hadn't really been paying very much attention to the game in front of her, until the bottle landed on her of course. Suddenly, Demitri was in front of her and she smirked slightly, before kissing him back. Kissing two attractive guys within five minutes? The girl was certainly on a roll. When it was over, she smirked, positioning herself again the way she had been sitting a moment ago. She glanced over at Soleria, who didn't seem to be very happy, and had to resist the urge to laugh. God, that girl was awful. Before she knew it, Dianna was kissing Albus and a smile spread on her face. She knew all about her friend's crush on the boy, and was a bit curious when he pulled her out of the circle. The blonde couldn't help but to wonder if things would be out in the open between the two after tonight.

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                                                                      Trying to talk to Jacen was a big mistake. She knew that much before he even replied, judging by how he backed up and ended up hitting the shelf. It appeared that his behavior from last was starting to become a pattern. For the millionth time she couldn't help but to curse the boy in the ice cream shop for ruining everything. Shay still didn't understand why it even mattered though. Why did he care who gave her their number? It'd be four years! By this point, he had to be completely and entirely over her, didn't he? Maybe she wasn't that way yet, but he definitely had to be. There was no way anyone could be so hung up on her, at least in her eyes. Chances were, he probably had a new girlfriend who he was madly in love with and was perfectly happy. She wanted him to be happy because he really was great and he deserved to be, it would just be hard to accept that he had a new girlfriend. The blonde was well aware of how pathetic it was that she couldn't get over him still, which was why she tried not to think about it, much less talk about it. It was hard to take her mind off of it when she did things like trying to talk to talk to him. What was she doing?

                                                                      When he finally replied, it seemed a bit like he was trying too hard to be happy about seeing her. If you knew someone well enough, it was easy to read things of that sort. Shock seemed to register on his face as she told him who the dinner his parents were planning was with, and she realized that they hadn't told him yet. She looked around the grocery store, carefully avoiding looking at him. This was getting to be painfully awkward and it seemed like they were reverting to how they were when they ran into each other at the party, if not worse. Maybe that wouldn't be so hard to deal with if it wasn't for the fact that they had actually gotten along well, somewhat like they used to, minus the dating, only to have all of that reduced to this, leaving them back behind where they started. "Yeah...I just found out this morning." She replied, trying to keep her voice neutral and ignore the whirlwind of emotions she was experiencing. The dinner was definitely going to be interesting to say the least, especially considering that it seemed like Jacen was having a rather hard time being around here. The same could be said for vice versa, seeing as she wasn't managing the situation much better than he was. Any passerby would be completely perplexed if they walked by at the moment, the pair were basically each having conversations with the checkered floor, neither of them even able to look at each other. When he mentioned how ridiculous their parents were getting, she just nodded, not knowing what else to say. The effort on their end was a nice thought, but she knew it'd never pay off. No matter how many tricks they tried, he'd never want her back. So what was the point in even trying? It was just as simple as that in her mind.

                                                                      Hearing Jacen's response, she laughed slightly, shaking her head. She didn't mix well with kitchens, that was a fact that had been proven on numerous occasions. Eventually her parents wouldn't even let her try to help cook dinner or anything of the sort. Shay realized that she'd have to learn to cook at some point in her life, considering she couldn't live on ramen and take out forever. "Seriously though, I'm glad to help. I can be the moral support or something." She replied lightly, a smile on her lips. Being around the boy was much like being on an emotional rollercoaster. Sure, it was cliche, but that was honestly the only thing that she could compare it to. One minute things would be incredibly awkward, and then the next there’d be a flash of old times, only to leave them back worst off then they were before. The girl wasn’t sure what compelled her to even ask if he needed help with dinner when she knew it was a bad idea to begin with. She could blame it on the fact that she had nothing better to be doing, but there wasn’t much truth in that. There were always people to visit or something to be done, but at the moment, she didn’t really care about any of those things. Instead she’d chosen to torment herself by offering to help, even though he’d most likely decline. And even if he didn’t, the whole thing would probably be just as strange as this encounter.

                                                                      She noticed how he seemed to be ready to run out of the store and glanced away, focusing on a box on the shelf. Hearing him begin to speak, she tore her gaze away from the unimportant item and looked up at him. The girl waited for him to finish talking about his plans to leave right when they got there so that he wouldn’t have to stay for the dinner. “Jacen…" Her voice came out quieter than anticipated, but she didn’t really know what else to say. Once he mentioned that he had to leave, her mind kicked into overdrive. “Listen, don’t act like you’re doing this for my benefit.” She muttered. “We’ve been so up and down since we first ran into each other and I honestly have no clue what’s going on here anymore.” Shayla was trying to keep herself in check, already kicking herself for saying something in the first place instead of just letting him leave, but it was proving to be quite difficult. She’d always been bad at controlling her mouth, especially around Jacen. “We can’t even look at each other today, you’re trying your hardest to avoid me, and don’t say that you aren’t because why else would you be ditching dinner tonight?” She stated, still looking at him. She wasn’t sure what had brought her sudden outbursts, but she was on a roll. “Did I do something wrong? If I did, I’m sorry, I just don’t know what the hell is going on anymore and I’m confused.” The blonde finished, biting her lip out of habit. She’d carefully left out mentioning how much all of this hurt because she was still very much in love with her ex who couldn’t even look her in the eye anymore.

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                                                                      Listening to Sofia talk about getting offstage before people began to throw things, he chuckled. “You guys will be fine. It’s the Red Widows that have to be concerned.” He replied, a grin on his face. Sure, Oliver wasn’t particularly fine of You Know My Name’s music, but nearly anything was better than their opener. To be honest, he didn’t exactly mind Sofia’s band’s music, but that was because of one thing and one thing alone. Everyone in the band was talented at what they did, but in his opinion, it should stay separate. Because once it was put together you get one big mess of electro-pop, which wasn’t his style. Since they all had musical talent, he respected them though. And hey, they weren’t that bad of a group of people either. He wasn’t minding the girl’s company at all, and in all honesty, he was quite enjoying it.

                                                                      Watching her reaction to him telling her about Bamboozle, the boy couldn’t help but to laugh a little. Not at her, just her reaction. It was rather adorable in a way. “I take it no one told you.” He stated, grinning a bit. “But yes, we’re playing the first day.” Oliver himself was rather excited for the festival as well. It really was quite the lineup, they’d outdone themselves this year. When he’d gotten the news that they’d be playing, he was almost in shock as bad as Miss Rice was at the moment. Personally, he was stoked to see The Wonder Years. Dan “Soupy” Campbell was an absolute lyrical genius and he couldn’t help but to love the “anxiety-punk” band. They were easily one of his favorites, and he even donned a “Hank the Pigeon” case on his phone. Playing at the same festival as them was going to be one of the many great memories that would come out of Bamboozle, he knew that much.

                                                                      When she mentioned My Chemical Romance, she realized why she was acting what could only be described as a mix of shock and hysteria. It wasn’t easy to figure out that she really loved the band that he had just mentioned. He was a fan as well, except clearly not as huge of one as Sofia. He’d spent the majority of his adolescent years listening to them, and he was also psyched to be playing with them at Bamboozle. She finally collapsed into a chair, and he grinned at her, listening as she continued to go on about My Chemical Romance and how they were the reason that she'd gotten into music. Playing with the band that got her into music in the first place had to be monumental for her. To be honest, there wasn't one specific band that pushed him to follow his dream. He had to credit multiple bands for that. It was odd how the bands that he really held dear to his heart weren't exactly the same style of music that he played. It seemed like the same could be said for Sofia too. "Yeah, I know the feeling. I mean, The Wonder Years, Blink-182, Brand New? I'm going to be freaking out just as much as you." He laughed a bit, shaking his head.

                                                                      Listening to Sofia talk, he smiled. Oliver was terrible at cards, and had a feeling that if they ever played, Amber would be able to rob him for all he's worth. "I vote a park or something like that. It'll be more fun that way. Band bonding? I think we need band rehab." He chuckled slightly. The two bands got along terribly, which was no secret, but things seemed to be changing. He was extremely grateful for that, because he wasn't sure he could take it for the rest of the tour if they kept on arguing. "Well, consider me their replacement. Temporarily at least." He replied, smiling at the girl who was crouched down next to him. He really was enjoying spending time with her. The boy loved his band to death, but it was nice to talk to someone different for a change. When she asked about how much longer they had left, he had to think about it. "Half an hour maybe? I'm not really sure, but I think we're close." He hoped he was right, it'd be nice to stretch his legs and walk around again.

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                                                                      Mornings. The absolute worst time of the day, in Sage's opinion at least. She never could see why so many people seemed to like them. Watching the sunrise could be fun and all, but only if you stayed up all night and happened to see it. "The early bird gets the worm" was clearly not a quote that she lived her life by. The dark-haired girl was more of a night owl, to be honest. She stayed up to all hours of the night without a second though, but if one was to wake her up early, there would be hell to pay. That much she was sure. Groaning, she covered her face with her pillow, attempting to block out the world. However, if she kept it up and tried hard enough, she would only succeed in killing herself, and that certainly wouldn't be an accomplishment she could be proud of. She rolled over onto her side, debating going back to sleep. A look at that clock told her it was already nearly eleven, so she decided to just stay awake. As pleasant as sleeping the day away sounded, she wanted to go do something. What that something was, she wasn't exactly sure yet, but she knew she'd find some way to put her day to use.

                                                                      With another groan, the young girl pushed off the massive pile of blankets she’d been covering herself with, and rolled off of the bed and onto her feet. Quickly, she grabbed the wall to steady herself, feeling a bit dizzy. Once she regained her balance, she made her way over to the closet, beginning to rummage through the clothing. It didn't take her very long to pull out a teal and black striped tank top and a pair of black skinny jeans. If she could remember correctly, it had been rather cold outside the day before, and probably would be again today. Well, she didn't really plan on going outside for the moment, so it wouldn't really matter. She could always grab a jacket later if she needed one.

                                                                      Grabbing the clothing, she went into the bathroom and turned on the shower, turning the water to nearly as hot as it could go. Most people didn't understand why she felt the need to use scorching hot water, and to be honest, she didn't understand it either. It just felt so much better. Sage shed her pajamas and stepped into the shower, humming softly. Once she was finished, she quickly dried herself off, and began to change into the outfit that she'd picked out earlier. With that taken care of, she grabbed the heart necklace that she’d worn every day since she was eight. It’d been a gift from her mother, and she wasn’t planning on getting rid of it anytime soon, especially not since her mother had been killed. Eight years later and that night was still one that she had a hard time getting over, and probably wouldn’t ever let go of it entirely. Letting go meant forgetting, and forgetting was something she certainly wouldn’t do. She wouldn’t let her mother’s memory be forgotten, nor would she let her father’s because of what he’d done to her. That night was the whole reason that she had found herself at Lensherr’s, while her brother remained at Xavier’s, no matter how hard she had originally tried to get him to switch schools. Shaking her head slightly, not wanting to think about it, she slipped on her boots.

                                                                      Sage exited her room and started walking around in the halls aimlessly, no real destination in sight. She still had absolutely no idea as to how she wanted to spend her day. She’d heard about a bonfire that night, being hosted by none other than Grant, and was sure to make an appearance. The girl took any chance she could to get out of the school, since things could get rather boring at times. It was going to be a good time, that much was for sure. Pulling out her phone, she decided to text Miles. Sure, he went to Xavier’s and she was supposed to hate him and everything, but he was cute and fun to spend time with, even if he could be extremely awkward. Well, that fact just seemed to make him even more adorable.


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                                                                                hey, there’s going to be a bonfire tonight. we should hang out.


                                                                      She sent the text, getting straight to the point. She slid the phone back into her pocket, smiling slightly as she continued down the hall.

                                                                      When she reached the trained, she turned and stepped inside, nearly bumping into a group of people. Sage stopped in her tracks, looking to see who the group consisted of. Realizing that it was Aziza, Felix, Elysia, and Alek, a smile spread on her face. It seemed like luck was on her side today. Everyone seemed a bit tense for some unknown reason, but she got past that quickly, deciding to just ignore it. It was probably nothing anyway. “Hey everyone.” She greeted with a smile, waving.


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                                                  SHAYLA MARIE STONE
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                                                                      When Shay finished her little speech of sorts, she was relieved, even though she was nearly positive that she had just made things worse. Looking at Jacen, it was easy to tell that he seemed to be getting a bit upset with her. If you knew someone either well enough, long enough, or a combination of both, it wasn’t hard to read them. Although she had said that she wanted to know what was going on, she wasn’t sure if she was prepared to hear the answer to her question. He would probably say that he couldn’t stand to be around her or something terribly. It certainly wasn’t in her nature, but her mind was getting carried away with all of the possibilities, which weren’t the slightest bit likely. There was only one way to find out for sure, and that was by asking, which she had already done. The seconds that ticked by seemed more like hours as she waited, cursing herself for overanalyzing every single thing that happens. When he asked, she swallowed and nodded. “Yes.” She replied quietly, looking up at him. The blonde ran a hand through her hair nervously as she waited to hear what he had to say. When he started talking, a wave of emotion washed over her. Only a sentence in, and she already felt terrible. She hadn’t meant to break his heart, but she hadn’t meant to be incapable of getting over him either. Life just didn’t work out as planned. By the end of his first statement, her jaw dropped, which she quickly slammed shut. She honestly had no clue what to say to him, but it looked like that didn’t matter, seeing as she didn’t get the chance. The blonde couldn’t believe that was still in love with her, it just didn’t seem plausible to her. It had to be some sort of joke, didn’t it? He could’ve figure out she still loved him somehow, and now he was just trying to mess with her, right? No, that wasn’t like him at all, he wouldn’t do that to her.

                                                                      Shayla looked at him, noticing how he lowered his voice and couldn’t seem to look at her anymore, again. He seemed to be just as puzzled as she was. He began to talk about how he realized that she had moved on and how he was jealous of the guy in the ice cream shop. She shook her head, all she was capable of doing at the moment. It wasn’t like he’d even be able to see the gesture anyway, seeing as the tiled floors of store had suddenly become extremely interesting. Well, maybe he couldn’t look at her, but at least he had the courage to say all of the things that she couldn’t. He continued talking about how he was just trying to make things better for her by not showing up, and how he wouldn’t be able to listen to her talk about the guys she’d dated in college. The girl shook her head, thinking about how he had her all wrong. She hadn’t moved on, not a single bit, she’d just learned to function alone. And she really hadn’t gone out with a lot of guys in college. Maybe a few dates here and there, but that was mainly just to keep her friends happy. She couldn’t have them know the truth that she was still hopelessly in love with her ex. When he said that he needed to get away, she cursed herself, yet again. How come she couldn’t get her mouth to work? Were simple nods and shaking her head the only interactions she was capable of? She was just in shock, and she had no idea how to respond from the bomb of news that was just dropped on her. She knew she should be jumping up and down out of joy or something else ridiculous, but she was too busy trying to process everything. “No, wait!” Her voice came out a whisper, and she was too late for him to hear her anyway.

                                                                      For a moment, she just stood there, mind still spinning. Following Jacen’s example, she just ditched the couple of items that she’d picked up. Her headache could wait, she had more pressing matters to deal with. The blonde hurried out of the store, hoping that she wouldn’t be too late to catch him. A few moments had passed and he could’ve already left if he was trying to get out of there fast enough, but she hoped that he’d still be there. Otherwise she would just have to figure something else out. It seemed like luck was beginning to be on her side, seeing as she found him sitting in his car rather quickly. Without even thinking about it, she opened the door and got into the passenger side. He was stuck with her for a while now, because you couldn’t just tell someone you loved them and then run away. “Jacen, we really need to talk.” Shay said, a slow smile spreading on her face. He’d been the one to open up first, and now all she had to do was follow suit, which was a lot harder than she expected. “I’m sorry that I didn’t say anything back there, I was just caught off guard. That was literally the last thing that I ever expected you to say to me.” The girl took a deep breath, letting out a sigh. It was now or never, and preferably now.

                                                                      She wasn’t sure why she was having such a difficult time confessing everything, even though Jacen already had. What was she so scared of? It all seemed too good to be true, in her mind at least. Shayla had never been the best at dealing with her emotions, and this particular day was no exception. She wasn’t sure why, she just always had a hard time opening up about thing. The blonde kept most things that bothered her to herself, not wanting to annoy anyone else. Any therapist would say that it was unhealthy, but she didn’t really care. “I still love you too. And if we’re being honest here, I never stopped. I don’t know why I didn’t do something about it, I should’ve said something…” She started, shaking her head. She wondered if he’d be just as surprised by what she had to say as she was earlier. He certainly had a few things wrong when he talked about realizing how she had moved on. “I haven’t moved on, not at all. And you shouldn’t have been jealous of that guy because I just threw away his number. I never called him and I only took it in the first place because I didn’t want to be rude.” She explained truthfully. “And if your parents tried to get me to talk about the guys I dated in college, it’d be an extremely boring conversation. I didn’t really date, I was too busy being broken up over you when it was my fault in the first place.” Once she had started talking, it was hard to stop and she doubted that she would’ve been able to stop herself even if she tried. For once, she was glad about that though, wanting to get everything out in the open. “I fully expect a lecture because of this, but I really was an idiot.” She shook her head, looking out the window. “So, where does this leave us?” Shayla asked curiously, a smile spread on her lips as she looked at him.

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                                                                      Aiden O’Malley leaned against the wall of his room, a sketchbook on his lap and a pencil in his hand. He’d gotten up around ten o’clock and a glance at the clock told him it now nearing eleven. Unlike most teenagers, he didn’t insist on sleeping in ridiculously late. No matter how late he stayed up the night before, he’d still always end up waking up around the same time as usual, whether he liked it or not. It was both a curse and a blessing. However that didn’t mean he woke up at the crack of dawn either. If someone woke him up at six, they would probably end up paying the price for it later. The boy was always one to get even, if not have the upper hand. He was pretty well known around Xavier’s for his pranks and things of that sort, and was rarely ever caught. In the eight years that he had attended the school, he’d only been caught once, and it wasn’t even his fault. One of his friends had messed up and brought the whole prank crashing down. Xavier might’ve had his suspected him, but he let his students get away with quite a bit and never mentioned it before, so he just kept going about his business.

                                                                      He glanced down at the blank sheet of his sketchbook, beginning to get rather frustrated with it. He’d been trying to find the will to fill the sheet for over half an hour now, and inspiration just refused to find him. It was like a game, he’d think that he got an idea, but it’d dart out of his reach before he could grab a hold of it and capture it on paper. It was honestly one of the most annoying things ever, but he just couldn’t shake it. He tossed the items onto his bed, deciding to just give up, for the time being, at least. It was pointless to keep trying when he was feeling like this because it was clear that nothing good would come out of it and it’d just be a waste of time. He decided that he might as well do something useful and go down to the cafeteria to get something to eat. Chances were he’d run into a friend or two in the process too, if he was lucky.

                                                                      After taking a quick glance at himself in the mirror to make sure he looked alright, Aiden turned off the light in his room and headed out the door. The hall was relatively empty, save for a few others scattered about, chatting or doing whatever they pleased. Seeing a friend of his, he smiled and kept walking. He hadn’t even realized how hungry he actually was until a few moments earlier. What could he say, he was a growing teenage boy, and he needed to eat. Luckily the food at Xavier’s wasn’t that bad, it was actually pretty good. Not thinking about much in particular, other than food of course, he continued his walk toward the cafeteria in silence. Oh silence, it was something that the boy absolutely detested. Silence and being alone went hand in hand, both things that he hated. It was just so boring, in his opinion. It left him alone with nothing but his thoughts, which wasn’t always a fun time. It was much better to keep his mind occupied by talking to someone or doing something of that nature.


                                                                      The walk didn’t take him very long, only a few moments, although in his mind it seemed to take a lot longer. The large cafeteria was bursting with life and activity, as the young people moved about, talking and getting some food. He smiled slightly at the sight, as he grabbed a tray. Only paying half-attention, he piled food onto his plate haphazardly, eggs, bacon, hashbrowns, if it was a breakfast food, it was probably there. What could he say, he was hungry. Once he’d gotten himself a satisfactory amount of food, he poured himself a glass of orange juice. He’d always hated the taste of coffee, considering it to be much too bitter for his liking. Aiden avoided it whenever possible, unless he was deathly tired, and on this particular morning, he was doing perfectly fine without the caffeine boost.

                                                                      Looking around the cafeteria, he tried to figure out where to sit. His bright blue eyes scanned the room quickly, scoping out the best place. It didn’t take very long at all for him to settle on a table consisting of Archer, Drew, Miles, and Quinn. There definitely wasn’t a group of people that he’d rather sit with, and their conversations were sure to be interesting. Drew was just as great at formulating pranks as he was, if not better, although he’d never admit to that. And he got along with Archer and Quinn quite well, considering them both good friends of his. Aiden quickly made his way across the room, finding himself at their table quickly, and plopping down into an empty seat.

                                                                      Hey guys.” He greeted, flashing a smile. He started to eat his breakfast as everyone continued to converse. He’d just managed to catch the last bit of their conversation, Quinn mentioning that something was a terrible idea. Then Archer talked about how they shouldn’t fight and they should just screw with them, that way they wouldn’t give Quinn a heart attack. His mind quickly registered ‘them’ as Lensherr, as to what was being planned, he had no clue.” “And is this plotting that I’m hearing?” He asked with a mischievous grin playing on his lips. “Because if it is, I’m in.” He added. Sure agreeing to a plan before hearing it generally was not a good idea, Aiden couldn’t be bothered to care. Whatever it was, it would probably be fun and cause a bit of trouble, so what more could a boy ask for?
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                                                  SHAYLA MARIE STONE
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                                        `the ex-girlfriend

                                                                      It didn’t take much effort to figure out that Jacen wasn’t happy that she had followed him out of the store, probably thinking the worst of her. Shayla couldn’t be bothered to care though, she was too busy trying to figure out how to set things straight with him. Her thoughts were racing a mile a minute, the sharp pain in her head was being as persistent as ever. The headache just refused to go away, despite how much she wished it would. Getting her mouth to work seemed like an impossible task for the poor girl. She was generally good at conversations, but whenever they turned to her feelings or anything of that sort, she might as well be trying to climb Mount Everest. Alright, so maybe that was a bit of an over exaggeration, but the point was that she was completely lost. Hearing him say how he hated when she said they needed to talk, she sighed. It was the truth though, they really did need to talk and figure everything out, and she wasn’t leaving until they did. She’d messed things up too many times and she wasn’t about to mess things up with Jacen, not again.

                                                                      Even a while later, she was still shocked by the fact that he had confessed that he still loved her. The initial shock had worn off and she was able to function again, but she was still in a state of disbelief. It just didn’t make sense to her. The blonde never thought of herself as anything special, much less someone that Jacen couldn’t get over after four years. She’d always figure he would be able to get over her and go along with his life within a couple of weeks or so. Shay never would have thought that he’d even still think of her. So, of course it was more than a little surprising to hear that he was still in love with her. It turned out that she wasn’t the only one with unresolved feelings and she couldn’t help but to smile a little at that thought. It was nice to know that she wasn’t alone in this. She could only hope that this wasn’t some cruel joke being played against her, but deep down, she knew that it wasn’t. He wouldn’t do that to her, he was much too nice for that, even if he was mad at her. As she spoke, she looked at him, wanting him to know that she was speaking the truth. Toward the end, she started looking out the window, not quite able to look at him. It really was her fault. When she finished, she was a bit shocked with herself. The young girl couldn’t believe that she had actually gotten all of it out. To be honest, it felt good. It was like a weight had lifted off of her, as cliché as it sounds. Now everything was out in the open and there weren’t any more secrets between the two of them.

                                                                      Now that everything was out, where did that leave him? That very question was beginning to plague her mind, as she waited to see how he’d respond. Shay didn’t really want to try to be friends with him anymore, because let’s face it, that just wasn’t working for the pair. That much had been proven by their painfully awkward conversation in the grocery store, and again by the night before at the ice cream shop. To be honest, she wasn’t sure if she could even handle a friendship. It would just be a constant reminder of how she’d messed and how she still loved him. And if that happened, any chance of her getting over him would be virtually nonexistent. Her mind was busy over analyzing all of the possibilities, like she had a tendency to do, when he did something completely unexpected. He kissed her. With his hand cupping her face, and his lips on hers, it was nearly impossible to stop a wave of familiarity wash over her. She kissed him back, her heart beating incredibly fast. As cliche as it sounded, she had butterflies. God, she had missed him so much. She smiled at him, listening as he admitted that he didn’t know. “That makes two of us.” She replied, laughing slightly. Yes, she was a bit confused as to what would come next, but she was also incredibly happy about how things seemed to working out so far. When he asked if they could take things slow, her smile brightened, as if that was even possible. Just the thought of getting another chance with Jacen was enough to make her incredibly happy, and now it seemed like it was actually happening. “Yes! Definitely yes. I mean, if you want to. We don’t have to though, not if that’s not what you want.” She fumbled over her words, beginning to get frustrated with herself as she smiled at him shyly. As he started to talk again, it was just beginning to click in her mind that he really did want to give things another shot, that he actually did love her. Reality was just starting to set in, and for once, she was happy about that. “No, I don’t want to try being just friends. I don’t think I can do that. And I won’t leave you again, I never should have the first time and I’m so so sorry that I did. Jacen, I need you too. I don’t want to lose you again.” She replied, a smile ever present on her face. It felt so good to hear him saying all of this.

                                                                      Shayla just looked at him, glad that things didn't seem to be nearly so awkward as they were just a little while ago. When he reached over and held her hand, she couldn't help but to grin. It felt so natural to the girl, and so did being with Jacen. It was an amazing feeling. "Just be with me then. That's all I want." She told him softly, a smile on her face. Without even thinking about it, she leaned over and kissed him. It was just a quick kiss, but it seemed right at the moment. The girl could only imagine how ecstatic their parents would be if they saw them right now, and she had to admit, she was happier than she'd been in quite some time right now. Everything just seemed to be falling right into place.

                                                                      ooc ;

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