LONE WOLF

33. Aries. Owner of Dusty's Records.

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TASK FOUR: ABOUT ME

After eight years away from Mystic, Arya Grey (Megan Fox) received a phone call that would change her life forever. Her father, Dusty, of Dusty’s Record’s had passed away, leaving the shop in her name. Faced by the demons of her past, Arya must not only learn how to exist in her hometown, but fill her fathers shoes. 

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ian-bright​:

He smirked a little further at the comment she made, mind conjuring the image of the woman in front of him with such a loot bag in tow. That thing swinging in an almost cartoon-like fashion. It seemed strange that the boy found it so easy to imagine such a thing, that his mind had made itself comfortable within such thoughts. Their playful quality extending towards Arya—her way of being–a dangerous prospect considering the secrets he held.

Silence emanated from his frame in its usual way, head bowing in a soft nod of understanding for it made sense that she had come with friends. Knowing what he did—what she had told him and what he had heard, the Grey’s were small and disjointed. Not the sort to bowl, or so he assumed. “Three,” he would say, motioning down the way towards a group that seemed far too animated to ever be related to him. “I’m adopted,” he said with a smirk, as if to explain the blatant difference between himself and his family. He wasn’t blind, no—Ian knew he was different. Strange.

At her next remark the boy gestured towards the concession, not hungry himself but fine with following her in her quest. His hands found his pockets then as he waited to see if she would accept his silent offer to follow. Eyes moving from her to the small crowd that all but bubbled around them, and back again. His mind thinking one thing—there were too many of them. 

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               When Arya first followed the direction of Ian’s hand, she thought there had been a mistake. At least until he stepped in to explain their obvious differences in appearance and ethnicity. It was times like this that truly put things into perspective for the woman. While her home life hadn’t been the easiest, she was lucky to have known and been loved by her father, whereas she could only imagine the thoughts and feelings her friend had dealt with. 

                “Oh, I’m sorry. I had no idea.” Instantly feeling bad for apologizing, Arya backtracked. “Not to assume that it’s a bad thing. I’m sure they’re wonderful people. I guess I’m just surprised is all. That’s really great, though.” It was hard for her to know just what to say or do. She had a curious mind, but of course, there was a rather fine line between asking questions and being disrespectful.  

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whereiswarrenwolff​:

                  At her insistence, all Warren could think to say was that he would’ve stayed. But he couldn’t put that burden on her, no matter how true it was. If he had felt that a single person in his life truly wanted him, not the role he played in their story, he probably would have stuck around. Or, at the very least, told someone how he felt and why he was leaving. He might not have left everyone completely in the dark. But hadn’t he put Arya, and everyone through enough? And wasn’t there at least some part of him that knew nothing could’ve kept him in a place he didn’t want to be if he didn’t want to be there? Nothing and no one. Not even Arya. 

                                                      “I would’ve tried, AJ,” he admitted quietly, “I would’ve given it my best effort to make sure you knew… how important you were. Are.”

                  Though he had initiated the conversation, its possible implications and the feelings it was awakening within him were slowly sapping his energy. He wanted to, well, he wanted to bolt. The thought ran through his mind on loop without cessation. But as the silence grew between them, blanketing the room almost completely, even Warren could tell this was not how this was supposed to go.

                                                      “It’s fine, you know. That you don’t feel the same way. I sort of suspected it. But if you ever felt like I was acting weird and wanted to know why, well, there it is.”

               His words alone had been enough to make her heart sink. All Arya had ever wanted in life was to feel important to someone. To feel as though she truly had a purpose for existing in this world. Blinking twice, the brunette tried to stop the tears from welling in the corners of her eyes, but to no avail. While Warren’s words had meant something to her now, they would have been even more impactful back in high school when she needed it the most. In fact, she was rather sick to believe that she’d come so close to truly being wanted. 

              Although Arya had fallen silent, she wasn’t without thought or emotion. She could sense his fear, she could feel him pulling away, and she could see all of his walls rising right back up into position. But at the same time, It was hard to blame him for something she would have done herself.

                “Stop. Can you please just stop for a minute and let me think? Do you not realize how... jarring this information can be for someone like me? I think I... I think I did love you, Warren. At least in my own way. I’ve never been good at showing it, but I guess.... I know I did.” It was all far too confusing for Arya to admit that she still did. And in a way, she still didn’t know if she was worthy of feeling such a thing. The only thing she could truly be sure of was the fact that it had been more than just sex for her. It always had been.

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esmcgrey​:

As defensive as she could be when it came to her parents, Esme was never too biased to see their flaws. Even though she was fourteen when she left Mystic, old enough and able to recall her childhood memories in her hometown, moving away to LA was not her choice. After graduation Esme had considered returning to Mystic but travelling abroad was far more appealing. At the time she wasn’t ready to come back to her hometown, the film reel of how the other kids in her school would stare and whisper as she passed by once her Dad’s incarceration became public knowledge, would constantly play on a loop in her mind and all the buried feelings would resurface.

Esme needed time much like how Arya would need time before the two of them could be close. This was going to be a learning curve for Esme, being patient and not pushing things too much. Still, showing up at the record store felt like a less invasive idea than showing up on Arya’s doorstep out of the blue and inviting her out for coffee. It had been aeons since Esme had used records, she had a record player of her own sitting back in her old bedroom in LA. “Rumours? I already have a copy but I left it back in LA and I don’t want to risk it getting damaged in the mail” Esme answered, flicking through the last of the records and then turning to Arya. Shopping for records was the perfect excuse, but first she would need to purchase a new record player.

“Uh…good question” Esme laughed dryly. Her purpose for coming to Mystic was to be there for her Dad in his time of mourning but now that also extended to Arya. Esme had planned for it to be a couple of months but part of her was already becoming attached to Mystic. “I’m gonna be here for a while. I’ve got a place and I work at the Elementary school just covering classes when they need me” She explained. “It’s good to see you, though. I’ve been meaning to pass by after…” Her voice trailed off unintentionally and she quickly cleared her throat to compose herself. “…the store’s looking good!” Nice, Esme.

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               Despite the sudden tension in the air, Arya found it difficult to hold anything against her younger cousin. Unlike her father, who had been an adult when he left Mystic, Esme had, had no choice but to follow her mother across country. She hadn’t even been old enough to have a cellphone, let alone remain in contact. Crossing the aisle, Arya was quick to find the rock section, shortly followed by Fleetwood Mac, who had been tucked neatly behind the letter ‘F.’ Their albums had been rather quick to sell with their sudden resurgence in popularity, but luckily for Esme, they still seemed to have one last copy of Rumours in stock. “Well, it’s your lucky day. I really didn’t know if we were going to have any left.”

                As she handed over the album, Arya forced an awkward smile onto her lips. The thought of her living in town brought forth a strange mixture of emotions. On one hand, she was looking forward to building a relationship with one of her family members, while on the other, she was absolutely dreading the risk. “I uh, yeah... thanks. It’s definitely been a little weird since then, but I’m adjusting. I was kind of raised to do this, I suppose.”

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dylanevcrly​:

       It was as though Arya had taken the words right out of her mouth, having pinpointed the exact feeling she had been struggling with for some time now. “It’s the what if’s that are holding me back, I know,” Dylan soon agrees with a nod of her head, a weighted sigh escapes her before being replaced with something like a chuckle. “I think my temporary situation definitely involves Mystic for now. I can’t.. see myself returning to New York right now.” For more reasons than one, of course. “But, do you mean…?” And it’s then that Arya confirms her thoughts, realising that an opportunity was presenting itself, right before her eyes. An opportunity that allowed her some independence, whilst still remaining close to her family, and out of New York. It… genuinely felt like the perfect idea, a kind of glow suddenly overwhelming her now as she smiles brightly over at Arya. “Did I ever tell you you’re basically a genius and also, my hero?” She hadn’t had a roommate since her years in college, and this just felt.. wow. Like, everything had fallen into place a little, for the first time in a while. “If you’re serious, I’ll take it. I mean, I want to talk to the fam about it but, I would love that. I just feel like I need the space, but I don’t want to be too far.. this is way too exciting! We can be roommates, Grey! The two of us!”

              Truthfully, Arya was still rather impressed with herself. She had gone from hating almost everyone from her hometown, to offering up her apartment to a friend in need. Even referring to Dylan Everly as her friend often felt like some kind of strange fever dream. After so many years spent trying to fit in, and then so many years away, Mystic finally felt like home. “Of course I’m serious! Believe me when I say I wouldn’t offer this up to just anybody. I like my space too much. But I feel like... it could be fun. We get along well, and it might be nice to have someone to hang out with any come home to. You know? Now it sounds like we’re getting married.” With a small chuckle, Arya shook her head from side-to-side. She didn’t feel worthy of being anyone’s hero, but she was definitely happy to know that her idea had gone over well. “I’m no genius, but I’m glad you think so.”

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elledonovan·:

If Elle hadn’t been so preoccupied with her phone, she would’ve noticed the back of the females head from a mile away – that, and the fact that Arya seemed to be the only person she knew that still carried a pair of earbuds, giving it away. “I love you, but when are you going to get rid of these?” she chuckled. Balancing a cup of coffee and her phone in one hand, she attempted to carry her paper bag filled with a sesame bagel and her earbuds in the other. After all, being good with her hands was a requirement in order to do her job. “I’m on my way to work, but I need about little to no convincing when it comes to you. Plus, eating breakfast with company is better than alone in my dingy office.” she started before bobbing her head towards an empty table ahead, enough to fit the both of them. “I haven’t seen you since Maia’s house warming. How have you been? Spare no detail.”

               “Who knows. Maybe will somebody will decide they love me enough to buy me AirPods for Christmas,” Arya teased. “Either that or maybe they’ll go on sale one day and the price won’t be absolutely ridiculous. Knowing me, I would definitely lose one of them.” Like her father, the brunette was a little old fashioned. She was the type of girl who still bought records and CDs, not because she was trying to be cool or hip, but because she still resented the fact that things had gone digital, as convenient as it was. 

               “It sounds like we’ll have to bump into each other more often. There’s nothing worse than a dingy office!” With a small chuckle, Arya made her way toward the empty table and slid into one side of the booth with her croissant and iced coffee still in hand. If Elle wanted a real update, then they were definitely going to be late for work. “Well, where should I start? With the fact that both my uncle and cousin are suddenly back in town, or the fact that one of my best friends recently professed his love for me?” 

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benholdcr​:

Despite Arya’s protest, the blatant winces upon her expression clearly rendered Ben suspicious, not buying her words in the slightest. Maybe due to the fact that he was a pro deflector in any given situation himself, he could easily spot the tactic when others attempted it. “I don’t know about that.” He remarked in doubt once Arya was practically hopping herself over to a bench outside.

Seeing as she still likely needed some sort of aid, Ben stepped away from his post outside town hall’s entrance towards where she decided to sit, crossing his arms. “Oh don’t worry, it doesn’t.” He nearly scoffed out, a usual from any mention of his younger brother. Dean and him were sheer opposites, even if hadn’t always been that way. Though his brows rose curiously at her following comments. “Yeah? That’s a new one.” Ben slightly grinned at the notion of the hinted, mutual surprise contempt over Dean. “You should probably still get that checked out though.” He referenced her potential injury. “Doesn’t mean you have to go to the hospital.”

               Ben’s reaction was definitely a surprise. Not just because of his genuine concern, but because of the way he had responded to hearing his brother’s name. Arya didn’t know enough about the Holders to determine whether or not there was a sibling rivalry, but she could sure detect some annoyance in his voice. “Do you mean to tell me that Dean’s Anti-Fan Club finally has a co-captain?” She snickered in response to his claim. 

                “You’re probably the last person I expected to worry about me, but here we are. I’m a big girl, Ben. I promise you I’ve done far worse, but if it makes you feel any better, I’ll let you drive me home.” She wasn’t expecting him to say yes. In fact, she was rather sure that it would be just the thing to make Ben step back. He didn’t owe her anything, neither had they been lifelong friends or even really spoken much before tonight. 

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ian-bright​:

Obligation, was a nasty word consisting of four syllables that tasted bitter, or so the boy believed as he sat there watching his family play. That outing an obligatory reminder of the promise his parents had made them, all those years ago. When they’d been busy running this way and that with his siblings—and himself—when they feared they’d drift as the kids got older. It had started off as a weekly dinner that quickly turned into an outing—one that over time meant that the Bright’s were going bowling.

Did one play at bowling, he absentmindedly wondered then, or was it simply you bowled—either way the brunette didn’t truly care. Didn’t really want to be there. A fact that sat painfully clear upon his features, and yet still he sat there. Voluntold to go. To participate. But never one to tell his mother no. Especially now, after having told her what the doctors had said. No, Ian could give her this. 

His father chuckled as his brother rolled yet another ball into the gutter. Such a sound spreading to his mother first, and then to the rest. That laughter should have been infectious, or would have been had Ian been anyone but himself. Though as it stood then, all he’d muster was a smirk. Lopsided though amused, as he’d silently excuse himself. Seeking some escape—a minor respite, though what he found was unexpected.

“Family outing,” he said in way of an explanation, tone factual rather than annoyed as his shoulder would lift in that usual shrug. It was become almost natural for Ian to see and even talk to Arya. The number times they had ran into each other—some on purpose, while others were not, had allowed the boy to grow accustomed to her manner of speaking. The pattern she carried, and pressed upon the world. “You at least getting a grab bag?” he asked her then, sarcasm dripping from the joke—the implication that bowling should be reserved for children’s birthday parties. 

                  “God, I wish. Only I hope it’s an adult grab bag full of shooters, or even a joint. I’m not picky.” At Ian’s joke, Arya couldn’t help but laugh. Despite his serious demeanour, she had seen his sarcastic sense of humour peak through a handful of times. Although she still wished that he would say more, it definitely helped to lighten up their conversations. It was something the two of them had in common. 

                   “I’m here with my friends, actually, but a family bowling night sounds... wholesome. Do you have siblings?” In the short amount of time that they’d known one another, Ian had never really mentioned his family. She didn’t know whether his parents were together or divorced, or whether or not he had brothers or sisters. As an only child, herself, she could sometimes forget how close families could be. 

                    “I honestly just needed to escape and grab a snack. I’m starving and they insisted on playing before we went out for dinner.”

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I see the future without you The hell was I doing in the past? Now that I've learned all about you A love just like ours wouldn't last

I won't fall for your games So don't hate me when I say

That you Don't do it for me anymore No, you Don't do it for me anymore

Money won't pay for your problems You gotta fix them yourself Vices and pity won't solve 'em Stop feeling bad for yourself

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`whereiswarrenwolff​:

                                         “Arya, my feelings for you were so obvious, everyone we knew commented on it! Don’t tell me that you couldn’t see that. No, you could, but you didn’t want to. Because it was easier for you to ignore that and keep things going, regardless of the consequences.”

             Warren had never spoken to his best friend this way, and this level of anger and frustration with her, specifically, was new to him. There was a possibility she would never speak to him again, after what he’d just said.

             It was a weird headspace for Warren to be in, to know he shouldn’t have said something he most definitely just did. He’d more than made a habit of doing so; he flew off at the handle, gave in to his first impulse, and then regretted it afterward. There was a time when Warren had been so afraid of making a wrong move, he was paralyzed with indecision. Terrified of fucking up. The irony of it all was that it was Arya who encouraged him to loosen up, and get out of his shell. 

             That he couldn’t understand emotions if they weren’t extreme was an inherited weakness. A genetic one, even. When things got difficult, he fled like his father, and when things got emotional, he took it over the top like his mother. The two people he’d been trying to outrun his entire life. It wasn’t Mystic he had been trying to flee all those years ago, but the long shadow that was cast over him, through merely the accident of his lineage. 

             The only other person who could, would, and did understand the trap he was currently falling into wasn’t speaking to him. He’d overstayed his welcome in everyone else’s life, and now he was ruining his relationship with Arya, too. Yup, sounded about right. 

             Warren couldn’t bare to look at Arya just then, or even utter another word. At least part of him hoped she’d kick him out, because at least that meant the conversation was over, and he couldn’t say more things he’d come to regret.

            Her life was a joke. A sorry excuse of a joke. It had been cruel enough to put Arya in a relationship with Forrest — someone so grounded and stable. And now, of all people, it was her best friend who had decided to confess his undying love for her. Her best friend who had just as many commitment issues as she did. Where was the middle ground? How was she ever supposed to win when life kept handing her impossible scenarios?

            Maybe she had shrugged things off and maybe she had ignored them, but not consciously and not on purpose. Despite Warren’s selfish claims, Arya had never considered herself loveable. She hadn’t seen it because she didn’t know that she was supposed to or allowed to. As his words sunk in, Arya could feel her heart begin to pound against the walls of her chest, growing seemingly louder with every unspoken word or moment of silence. It wasn’t that she wanted to be angry, or scared, or confused. It wasn’t that she wanted to leave him hanging either. But for Arya, it was hard to discern the difference between how she felt and how she wanted to feel.

             This time when she spoke, Arya’s voice was much softer. Almost as though she was afraid to poke the bear she’d suddenly awoken inside of him. “Tell me this. If you had told me your feelings back in high school and I had felt the same, what would have happened? Where would we be right now? What would you have done?”

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allmymuseinspo​:

“I lied, I do love him.”

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dylanevcrly​:

       A soft, thoughtful smile appears on her features suddenly as she looks over at Arya. Dylan knew exactly what she meant; and in the strangest way, she felt all the more connected to her. Knowing that someone understood everything she felt and had experienced since, as sad as it sounded, made her feel a little bit less alone. “I get you. I feel like my mom’s here with us, delegating and chatting away with everyone like the social butterfly she was..” At times, when she was younger, she’d wished her mother would stop talking, just so they could go home. Now as an adult, she could only admire Rosie for being so bubbly and captivating everyone’s attention in a way that made them feel wholesome and welcome. It was a skill she had yet to learn. “It’s—interesting. I mean, it’s been so lovely, getting to spend time with my dad and Forrest. At the same time, however, I almost feel like I’m a kid again.. and as much as I want to hold on to my youth, it doesn’t feel good lacking independence. If I knew whether I was sticking around or not for sure, I’d’ve moved out by now. I guess that’s my next step — deciding.”

                As much as she could understand Dylan’s hesitancy, it made Arya sad to think of a world where she could possibly return to New York. In the short time that they’d become reacquainted, Dylan had unexpectedly become one of her closest friends. Truthfully, there weren’t very many people she enjoyed talking to quite this much. “It’s definitely a big decision. One I still struggle with even now. As much as I love my job, this wasn’t quite the future I had planned for myself. Which makes me want to hold onto all of those ‘what if’s.’ Maybe what you need is a temporary situation. You know, something that allows you the freedom and independence to be away from your family, without making any permanent decisions.”

                 Truthfully, it was an opportunity that Arya had wished she’d had, but a one-year lease with the option to renew seemed like as close as she could possibly get. “It’s a crazy idea, I know, but... technically I live in a two bedroom unit. I just refused the idea of roommates at the time. If you want a place to stay, we could split the rent. And if you decide to move, it’s no big deal. I’d just go back to paying it on my own. I know it’s probably not what you’d had in mind, but at least I’m not Forrest or your Dad.”

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esmcgrey​:

CLOSED STARTER

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Even though Esme left Mystic at a young age, not once did she ever forget about the people, she had left behind. The neighbours, the classmates, the friends she would play out with and her relatives. Upon her return to her Mystic, Esme had come across a few familiar faces which made it easier to settle back into her hometown. When it came onto her relationship with her cousin, Arya, Esme wished they had a chance to be closer. Her familial connections meant everything to her so establishing contact with her cousin was high on her priority list. Her return to Mystic was mainly due to her father’s return and wanting support him but Esme had always planned some kind of return to town to check-up on certain people.

Being in the record store brought back a reel of memories, most of them happy and which she treasured. When Esme found out about the untimely passing of her uncle, her mind immediately went to Arya and she wondered how she was coping with it all. However, Esme did not show up at the store to dredge up any difficult emotions - she just wanted to catch up with her cousin and display a show of support, if Arya wanted it. Showing up at Dustys Records was planned but, with no way of getting hold of Arya, she hadn’t contacted her cousin prior to her arrival. Esme was taking it by chance as the record store was a place where Arya was likely to be found. She strolled slowly through the aisle of records, her eyes glossing over the numerous covers and even stopping to flick through some to see if any caught her eye. 

A casual browse had become a genuine search. Hearing some footsteps approaching while she was midway through reading a tracklist, Esme looked up and she put the record back. “Do you know where I can find Fleetwood Mac? I have always been very awful at navigating through the inventory” For someone who was always prepared, Esme really didn’t know what to say to Arya now that she was stood right in front of her. Was it nerves? “Uh…also, hey?”

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                 With the holiday season quickly approaching, Arya had been spending the majority of her time planning the store’s Black Friday promotions and making sure that the shelves were stocked with all of the year’s most popular albums. While she had never been a fan of Christmas, she could at least see the benefits from a business standpoint. In the retail world, this was the season for spending and she hoped that Dusty’s would profit just as much as the other businesses in town.

                As the bell chimed from above the door, Arya glanced up from behind her screen just in time to see a woman enter the shop. While as a shopper, she enjoyed browsing by her lonesome, she had learned learned the importance of communication and customer service since taking possession of the record store.  “Hey there. Can I help you with anything?” Over time, Arya had become more and more familiar with the store’s layout and sorting system, knowing the exact location of almost any artist or album, as well as their entire list of inventory. For someone who wasn’t a frequent customer, she could see how things would be rather confusing or difficult to navigate, even with the labelled genres and alphabetized system. 

              “Of course! What album are you looking for?” It wasn’t until the customer finally made eye contact that she recognized her younger cousin. Over the years, Esme had definitely changed, growing into a woman rather than the child she remembered. With her uncle back in town, she shouldn’t have been surprised that his daughter had tagged along. Especially since Dusty had once been Esme’s uncle. What she didn’t understand was why Vincent had sheltered her from having the relationship they should have. “Wow, I... I hardly recognized you. It’s been a while... How long are you in town for? Just visiting with your Dad?”

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