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MEKHAI.

“how you doing, mrs.lewster?” he asked with a smile, sitting at the front desk of the museum as he flipped through the thick textbook he had open on the desk and waited for a new delivery to come in. his parents going missing had made him step up the plate in having to maintain the museum and library, luckily he’s been working at the place since he was 16 to know just how to do so. he continued his conversation with the old woman before she made her way, he smiled at the person across of him. “what can i help you with?”

-- “WHAT KINDA MUSEUM is this?” she asks as she steps up to the front desk, crossing her arms as she looks around. she’s supposed to come here for some art project, which is why she has a backpack full of art supplies over her shoulder -- three still life drawings should be fairly easy to get through. “----n’ is there anywhere i can see n’ draw stuff?” the chaotic part of her is more inclined to draw on the artifacts themselves, but she’s trying not to get into trouble nowadays; she’s got too much to worry about.

#◤ mekhai. ◢#◤ ᴋɪᴄᴋ ɪᴛ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴀʀᴋɪɴɢ ʟᴏᴛ. ◢ interactions.

✉, ❣ from griffin

✉ – a hug goodbye

AUGUST 24, 2010. – “DON’T WORRY, GRIFF,” she throws herself at him the moment she sees a flicker of sadness on his face – if she had blinked, or been anyone else, probably, she would’ve missed it. her voice is hushed – there’s other kids around, and the ten-year-old ego is a fragile thing, she doesn’t want to embarrass him – but she hugs him tight, as tight as she can with the straps of her backpack pulling at her shoulders. she only met him a few months ago, but he’s easily taken the title of her best friend in that short amount of time – she swears he knows everything there is to know about her and more. “i’ll be back before you know it.” she pulls away, a wide grin pulling at her sun-kissed, freckled cheeks. she glances over her shoulder when she hears her father calling for her, and she turns back to her companion once more. instantly, her grin turns mischievous, and she lands a playful punch to his stomach before she’s bolting off to get in the car, cackling the whole way there.

❣ – a hug after being separated

JUNE 15, 2018. – “MARCO!” it’s hot, like -- sticky hot, and her legs are scraped up from the knees down as she stomps her way through the brush. the woods on the outskirts of halston feel like home -- and they are, now, because her mother’s finally gotten tired of her and sent her away. she’s on a mission here, she can’t forget about that -- a mission of revenge -- but she can ignore it for now, because she’s got a whole year to do what she needs to do. for now, she can focus on finding griffin; he’s hiding somewhere in the woods, she knows that, and she knows he’s definitely not going to give her a hint to his location. but she also knows HIM -- she knows the way he thinks, the places he prefers to go; she’s a step ahead of him just as often as he’s a step ahead of her. so it’s no wonder, really, when she spots him behind a tree, and the laugh that escapes her gives away the fact that she’s found him. he bolts and she breaks into a sprint after him, and the adrenaline running through her veins is familiar -- something she only experiences during summer in halston. ( she hopes, now, that it’ll be a constant thing. ) he’s faster than her, but some weaving through the trees and a few precarious jumps from fallen logs allow her to leap onto his back, and she’s surprised, really, when he doesn’t topple over from the force of it. she lets out a piercing laugh, clinging to him and daring to ruffle his precious hair. “gotcha, fucker,” she croaks out through her laughter, hooking her chin over his shoulder. “----you’re stuck with me now.”

#◤ griffin. ◢#memes.#): this is so soft i

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#vclentinax #death tw #memes.#blood tw #im #i have tears in my Eyes

If you could erase one past experience, what would it be?

– “mateo being gone. or my mom kicking my dad out of the house.”

#◤ mateo. ◢#memes.

top three best looking people in halston this is not a trick question

“i’m gonna have to say elodie, teddy and griffin. —— and mateo. i guess he counts, too.”

#memes.#fhjhjdjhf #she said....

☁

SEND ME ☁ FOR A THOUGHT MY MUSE WOULD HAVE WHILE LOOKING AT YOURS IN THE MIDDLE OF CLASS.

– ( i wonder how he fits his legs into a desk. does he do, like, one leg in first, then the other? or does he just jump into the seat and hope for the best? his poor knees… )

#memes.#◤ bryce. ◢

MATEO.

his azure hues, framed by damp lashes and sun-kissed skin, flickered between her eyes and the tears that fell from them. the very sight of her like this brought out a similar response from the lad and he slid his hands from her and to the back of her head, bringing her to his chest to cradle her in his arms. “you brought me back,” he whispered against her ear, tipping his head forward to rest it against hers and bask in her warmth again — it had only been one week but god, he missed her. “i never wanted this for you — for you to feel like this because of me,” he spoke, his eyes closing and his lips pressing to the side of her head in no rush to move away. his hands very slowly stroked the hair that flowed down to her shoulders — he would have stayed there with her for hours but hearing and feeling her sob kept his mind focused on making things right, right now. “annie,” he started and slowly moved himself away from her to shrug off his coat, resting it against the back of her desk chair before he looked back to her. he lifted his hand and very delicately caressed her cheek with his knuckles, the pad of his thumb passing right over the line of her tears. “i love you — and i’m here — and i’m not going to hide anymore — not from you,” he paused, his free hand blindly searching for hers until it was in her grasp, and he used that to lead her toward her bed, sitting on the edge and immediately wrapping his arms around her again. “no more secrets,” he whispered, tilting his head back to look up at her.

-- THE HAND on the back of her head, cradling her in a way, did more to calm her ragged breathing than hours of consolation could -- purely because it was mateo. if anyone else ( except maybe griffin ) attempted to hold her when she was such a wreck, she’d push them away, maybe even threaten them not to touch her -- but this was so, so different, and her hands moved from rested against the sides of his neck to curl around it tightly, small fingers curling to clutch at the fabric of his shirt. she was prepared to stand there for as long as she possibly could, afraid, for a moment, that’d he’d slip away again -- and when he did ( simply to take off his coat, unbeknownst to her ), a whole new wave of anxiety rushed through her. “no, no, please -----” the words came out rushed and broken, eyes flickering over his face frantically, ready to plead, to beg him to stay. her face immediately flushed bright red when he simply set his coat over the back of her desk chair, sniffling pathetically as she shuffled closer to him again and curled her arms around his middle, unable to muster the energy even to be ashamed about the misunderstanding. she followed him wordlessly as he moved, settling against him where he sat down -- she stayed standing, her knees resting against the edge of her bed as she brought her hands up to cradle the sides of his face. “tell me what happened,” her voice was just barely a whisper, nimble fingers combing through disheveled, brown hair in an attempt to comfort him. “------from the beginning. ----- please.”

#◤ mateo. ◢#◤ ᴋɪᴄᴋ ɪᴛ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴀʀᴋɪɴɢ ʟᴏᴛ. ◢ interactions.#):

MATEO.

the gentle touch of her hands settled him enough to really catch his breath, it was a fleeting moment, though, with what question came soon after. letting her in was not the issue anymore because he trusted her more than anyone else, but the fear of reliving those moments again by retelling them was terrifying. “no — not since the summer,” he admitted quietly, not exactly proud of his past choice of visiting him. it never helped him feel any better. the next question she asked spiked the pace of his heart and he didn’t respond, but for a completely different reason. his eyes studied hers thoroughly and he determined then and there that there was nothing more heartbreaking than her upset. he pressed his lips together to halt the cry that fought its way out and took her head between his hands, closing his eyes when he leaned his forehead to hers. “hey—” his voice was a whisper while he pulled her close again, his lips brushing her cheek, “—i’m here, i’m okay.” she had become a priority in his life fast in comparison to others, just like penelope was, and that to him was a lot more important than the subject of his father ( he wasn’t trying to avoid it, he just cared more about her ). “you know that i was serious when i told you that i loved you, right? i didn’t lie about that and i wasn’t lying when i made you the promises i just — i would never leave you… ” he tilted his head back to look at her again and he searched for her hands until he had them in his and pressed against his lips, “—i’m so sorry,” he repeated again because he didn’t think he could ever say it enough.

-- HER STOMACH SANK when he revealed that he’d visited his father before -- as soon as this past summer, even. she pressed her lips into a firm line, nodding to let him know she was listening, though it was halted by his hands on the sides of her head, holding her still. she sniffled ( pathetically, she would add ) and moved her hands to rest over his, his eyes slipping shut despite the burn that came with it due to the tears attempting to force their way out. “-----you’re here, you’re okay,” she parroted quietly, offering a slow nod as she let herself indulge in him for a moment. her mind slowed to a more manageable pace, though the trembling of her hands persisted as thin fingers wrapped around his in an attempt to ground herself. when she opened her eyes again, a fresh wave of tears began to flow, and she inhaled shakily, her lungs stuttering as they struggled to accommodate crying and breathing at the same time. “----i-i ---- i thought ----- i thought maybe that --- that i went too far, or that ----- that i scared you off ----” she sniffled, her face flushing red in embarrassment to add to the myriad of emotions coursing through her at the moment. “i ---- i was so scared that ---- that i fucked it all up, mateo, i thought i’d really done it this time,” she let out a bitter laugh, because there was still a part of her that believed that. there was still a part of her ( a loud, ugly part of her, buried deep in an attempt to hide it ) that was convinced this whole thing was her fault, because things had been going much too well for her in halston, and there was no way things could ever be that easy for her ------ she didn’t deserve it.

#◤ mateo. ◢#◤ ᴋɪᴄᴋ ɪᴛ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴀʀᴋɪɴɢ ʟᴏᴛ. ◢ interactions.#):

MATEO.

the reaction he received wasn’t at all what he had expected, although it did succeed in breaking his heart just a little bit more, he believed he deserved a lot worse. he hadn’t even had the chance to say anything before she was pulling him inside, his hands gripping at the ledge and then the wall to steady himself until she was the one keeping him on his feet. “i know i know — i’m sorry —” he whispered in response and folded his arms around her, his grip tightening slightly when he noticed the way her body shook against him. “oh, bella — i’m so sorry,” he repeated and pulled himself from her just to move back in, leaning down to her to wrap his arms around her waist and bury his head in her shoulder. “i’m so stupid — selfish — i wasn’t thinking straight — i keep hurting you …” his voice broke despite the amount of effort he put into remaining as calm as he could, he didn’t have the right to cry did he? it was his fault that things turned out this way — he was just so scared. so, again, he slowly removed himself from their embrace and exhaled the air in his lungs — it was an attempt to rid himself of his fear. this time was different though, he didn’t look away from her because he knew he had to own up to his actions for once, instead of cowering. “i understand i was wrong so i’m not making any excuses — i just didn’t think i had any other choice at the time. i can explain it all … i think … if you’ll let me.”

-- THERE WAS a part of her that still hung onto the belief that this was simply a figment of her imagination, and it lingered all the way up until he called her bella -- that was when she caved completely. she let out a wracked sob in response to it, one of her hands moving to place delicately on the back of his head, to hold him there, desperate not to let him leave again. when he pulled away from her, her breath hitched, scared he might slip away and be gone again as quickly as he came -- but he stayed, and her hands immediately went to his face, pushing his hair back, subconsciously checking for any injury. “-----you didn’t visit him, did you?” it was broken and just barely above a whisper, but she couldn’t quite stop herself from asking. from what she’d pulled from the letter -- or the pieces of it, considering it’d been ripped in half -- this whole debacle had something to do with his father, who was in prison, and was getting out on parole. she couldn’t imagine why ( or she could, she just didn’t want to ), but if it had spurred mateo into leaving home in the middle of the night -- leaving penelope... “-----did he hurt you?” she sniffled, then, moving one of her hands to rest gently on the back of his neck, her thumb delicately grazing over the skin there in an attempt to comfort him. even in the state she was in, all she could bring herself to care about was his wellbeing rather than her own.

#◤ mateo. ◢#◤ ᴋɪᴄᴋ ɪᴛ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴀʀᴋɪɴɢ ʟᴏᴛ. ◢ interactions.#big oof ):

MATEO.

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the house was silent when he got back, pausing in the doorway for a moment and listening for any sign of someone being there. of course he wanted nothing more than to see the lance-hills after his short disappearance, but he had no idea what he was going to say — how could he even begin to explain why he left? it was embarrassing to admit he acted so selfishly and, evidently, immaturely. so he’d put it off until he couldn’t anymore… with them at least. the person he was going to approach first was the one he was much more afraid of. so, after taking an extra long shower and changing into the comfiest and warmest clothes he could find, he exited the house and made his way to hers.

knocking on the door didn’t seem like the brightest idea with not knowing who else would be there, and what people knew. really, he still assumed most people hadn’t noticed, was he a complete idiot to hope annie had as well? he braved the tree outside her window once again — the first time since the summer, this time his cold hands and the wet branches made it much more difficult, but eventually he made it to the top. then he saw her, her focus on the far wall as another painting was added to the already full walls. he didn’t budge for a few minutes because he was ashamed — he wouldn’t have held it against her if she hated him, or simply couldn’t put up with any more of his stupid decisions. with a deep breath, he carefully leaned forward and pushed open her window but didn’t move any further. “another painting? what are you going to do once you’ve finally used up every bit of wall?”

-- IT WASN’T UNLIKE HER to be painting at a time like this. with every day that passed, she felt herself unravelling further and further, but she never lost sight of him in her mind’s eye -- she never lost hope that she would walk into english class and see him sitting in his desk in the last row, second from the back-right corner ( only because that corner seat was hers ). regardless, it didn’t make it any less painful to walk in and see that seat empty, and it certainly didn’t stop her from staying home from school simply because she couldn’t stand being there, surrounded by her friends, surrounded by people who loved her and cared for her -- people who loved and cared for mateo -- when he wasn’t there beside her. so she decided to stay home and hole herself up in her room, a paintbrush in hand and a palette of paint beside her where she sat on the floor, detailing a few fallen cherry blossoms.

she’d be lying if she said her lack of sleep over the past few days hadn’t affected her much -- sometimes, when she was alone at night, much like right now, she would swear she could hear him, or that the notification that popped up on her phone was a text from him, not just an automated notification from a social media app. which was why she only faltered just slightly when she heard her window slide open, stunned in shock for a mere moment, her breath quickening. she sent a fleeting prayer to every god she could think of that it was real before her head slowly turned to look over her shoulder, tears already welling in her eyes as the paintbrush slipped from her hand and clattered to the floor. they were just barely getting to fall over her cheeks by the time she was standing up to face him, her face contorting as her chest began to heave, doing all she could not to burst into tears ( despite the fact that she already was ). “mateo osborne ------” it came out strangled by the knot in her throat as her hand moved up to cover her mouth, and in a split second she was across the room, leaning half her body through the window to pull him into her arms, to make sure he was real. “------- i was worried sick ------” she finally let herself sob, burying her face into the curve of his shoulder, small frame trembling in equal parts relief and horror. he was back, but where had he been?

#◤ mateo. ◢#◤ ᴋɪᴄᴋ ɪᴛ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴀʀᴋɪɴɢ ʟᴏᴛ. ◢ interactions.#hi #im #big #soft

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#◤ i ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴛʜᴀᴛ i'ᴍ sʜᴀʟʟᴏᴡ ʙᴜᴛ ᴡʜʏ sʜᴏᴜʟᴅɴ'ᴛ i ʙᴇ? ◢ face.#i love u BIICH #i ain never gon stop lovin u #BIIIICH

text ⇢ annie bell ❤️

teddy: hey, have you seen mateo this week?

annie: oh god teddy

annie: he’s missing

annie: his brother went to the police and griff and i have been looking for him

annie: the police aren’t doing anything unless there’s a clear sign that he’s in danger

annie: im so fucking scared

annie: i don’t think he’s even in halston

#): im big sad

GRIFFIN.

griffin had been editing one of his videos all day and it was looking just about how he wanted it to be, he had a couple more things to edit even including a vlog with everyone but he’s suddenly out of focus when luna’s jumping out of his lap all of a sudden, turning and he’s surprised to see his best friend on the other side. he’s immediately putting his laptop to the side and jumping off to bed at the sight of her, “hey, anne.” he tries to soothe, his heart absolutely breaking at the sight of her crying. he gently wraps his arms around her tiny frame to stop her from pacing around his room and just get her to stay still so he can fully process what was happening. then her words piece together in his brain and suddenly he’s furious that mateo had done this, that he had fucking left annie, his little sister but he was also worried. he knew the kid probably didn’t have much on him and he was mateo, he was like a bunny; cute, cuddly and on really off day, road kill. “hey. hey. hey.” he said softly, pressing a kiss on her forehead as he held annie against him. he pulls away from her, hands on her shoulders now and he leans down slightly to look her in the eyes. “we’ll find him, we’ll yell at him for being so stupid but we’ll find him. it’s sad to say this but penelope deserves to know, the lance-hills deserve to know. we have to tell someone that he hasn’t been seen or heard of, okay?”

-- HIS WORDS, while comforting, did little to stop her crying, another wracked sob escaping her as she collapsed into his frame. “i’m worried,” the words came out broken and watery, her arms slowly lifting to wrap around her best friend’s neck. she couldn’t help but feel a trickle of guilt weaving its way into her chest, tightening the knot in her throat. if only she had asked him -- if only she had seen some sort of sign, or woken up when he’d left -- since when was she such a heavy sleeper? “he spent the night at m-my house, and when i woke up, he wasn’t there,” she sniffled, meeting his gaze for a mere moment before she tore her eyes away, unable to shake how pathetic she felt. “----i-i want to put out a missing person’s report,” she brought her hand up to wipe her tears with the sleeve of her ( mateo’s ) sweater, the movement forceful and angry, mostly at herself. “----b-but i’m afraid ----- i’m afraid they’ll question me, n’ that ---- that they’ll ask what we’ve been doing together lately, and i’ll have to tell them about my art, and they’ll arrest me ------” her face contorted again in pure, unadulterated pain, moving her hands to rest on the sides of griffin’s neck. “------ i’m so scared, griff ---- i-i -----”

#◤ griffin. ◢#◤ ᴋɪᴄᴋ ɪᴛ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴀʀᴋɪɴɢ ʟᴏᴛ. ◢ interactions.

text → elodie

elodie: mateo? no i haven't heard from him

elodie: are you okay?

elodie: is he okay?

annie: ive been looking for him since this morning

annie: i cant find him anywhere

annie: im worried, el, i think he might be hurt

#◤ elodie. ◢#◤ i'ʟʟ ᴊᴜsᴛ ᴅᴏ ᴡʜᴀᴛ i ʟɪᴋᴇ. ◢ phone.

clyde. @griffincd !

-- “HE’S GONE.” she pushed her way into her best friend’s bedroom without even a moment’s notice, tear tracks streaking her swollen cheeks, eyes red and glossy. she inhaled shakily, nothing on her but the clothes she’d thrown on that morning in a confused panic and the letter he’d left behind. “he’s gone, griff. i can’t find him. i can’t find him anywhere ----” she sniffled and began to pace back and forth, letting out a wracked sob as her hands came up to press her palms to her temples. her head was throbbing like nobody’s business, but nothing could really match up to the steady, worried ache in her chest, growing with every moment she spent without knowing where mateo was. “-----i looked everywhere. i went to his house, and ---- and -- and his brother said that he thought he was with me. he hasn’t talked to anybody.” she collapsed against the wall, then, sliding down it until she was sitting on the floor, too exhausted to hold herself up anymore. “-----he left penelope, griff. she’ll be home from school any second and ---- and -- and someone’s gonna have to tell her ------ oh god ----”

#◤ griffin. ◢#◤ ᴋɪᴄᴋ ɪᴛ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴀʀᴋɪɴɢ ʟᴏᴛ. ◢ interactions.#hi im fuckin sad

text → elodie

annie: have you seen mateo?

annie: or has he texted you?

annie: or bryce?

annie: or teddy?

#◤ i'ʟʟ ᴊᴜsᴛ ᴅᴏ ᴡʜᴀᴛ i ʟɪᴋᴇ. ◢ phone.#girl's freakin out here

BRYCE.

“sure, annie.“ bryces eyes roll and he shifts against the locker. “my sources say otherwise.” sources? the only real source he has was griffin, and he loves the kid, but some things he said had to be taken with a grain of salt. sometimes he was more dramatic than bryce. “‘cause it’s you n’ mateo.” as if that’s supposed to be some kind of reason other than because people are talking about it. halston was small..not middle town usa small, but word got around fairly quickly. how was it possible? he wasn’t sure, but he wasn’t going to question it. any drama that he’s not involved in is fun to witness ( maybe that’s a bit hypocritical to what he told sarah a couple of days ago..but hey. this is bryce we’re talking about ). “yeah. he’s little.” everyone is little in bryces eyes. literally. it felt like he was the tallest person at halston high. “yeah but you might be accident. that’s why ‘m telling you not to.”

-- SHE WOULD’VE rolled her eyes if she wasn’t too busy attempting to process bryce’s dramatic comments to be sarcastic. “me n’ mateo? what’s that supposed to mean?” bryce often left annie with more questions than answers, and frankly, it was an interesting relationship -- but it always made for interesting exchanges, to say the least. “there wasn’t even anybody outside when we were in the pool, so i don’t know how it got to be big news.” she scoffed, then, eyes flickering away to busy herself with her locker to disguise the slight heat rising to the surface of her cheeks. she smiled fondly, though, when he described mateo as little -- she couldn’t think of a more incorrect word, but she agreed, nonetheless. “---and soft,” she tacked on with a grin, turning to face the brunette with an inquisitive lift to her brow. “how is you telling me gonna stop me from unintentionally hurting him?”

#◤ bryce. ◢#◤ ᴋɪᴄᴋ ɪᴛ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴀʀᴋɪɴɢ ʟᴏᴛ. ◢ interactions.

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