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“ BECK ! ” evan called up to the first level deck as he emerged into the morning sun. they locked eyes, and she gave him a hopeful smile, raising the life jacket she held in her hands up and waving it like a white flag, “ put some swim trunks on ! ” she watched him nod and disappear back into the house as she tossed the life jacket into the back of the boat. a tiny speedster that was enough to cut up the peaceful waters–– the same model their grandparents’ had only much, much newer. still, she’d taken it on a test run to make sure she could run the damn thing before even bothering to hook a tube up to the back. it wasn’t ten minutes before beck’s footsteps could be heard coming towards her. “ i know we’re not fighting anymore, but consider this an extra olive branch, ” she nodded to the tube sitting in the back of the boat, “ a morning out on the water can be super cathartic when it’s spent trying your best to throw your sister off of a giant inflatable. ” she dangled the keys from her index finger, “ just like at gram and gramp’s cabin. what’dya say ? ”

things had seemed to clear up between the connely siblings and beck was undeniably thankful for that. occasionally, he did question the entire situation but it was now pushed to the back of his mind. for now, at least. after coming back out from changing, her offered her a soft smile. “just like gram and gramp’s?” he questioned, eyes narrowing as if challenging the comment, not quite sure there was much that could genuinely compare to that. “sounds like a good enough plan but i don’t want to hear a single complaint when you hit the water, alright?” he let out a quick laugh before making his way down to the dock with the boat on it. “you already test it out? or are we just winging this whole thing?” it had been quite some time since he’d even touched a boat. “i mean, whether or not we can drive this thing well, you’re still gonna end up fucked so––… just prepare yourself.” he moved to step onto the boat, immediately grabbing onto one of the life vests on the boat. “i think the most important thing is to get really good at this so we can show everyone else what we can do with one of these bad boys.” with that, his hand tapped the small glass screen in front of the wheel, a short laugh moving passed his lips.

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only a few hours had passed since the group had made it to north carolina. the sun was on the brink of going down and a lot of his friends had attempted to turn in for the night. somehow though, beck had convinced casey to take a trip out to the pool with him. it took a ton of persuasion and a small about of bribery to get him out there. "once again, you’re my only real friend out here. god knows when i’ll be going to sleep so thanks.” he had left most of his belongings back at the house considering there was no real reason to bring them down to the pool. “i even think there’s a nice floating swan for you to lay on so you don’t have to bitch about being tired. so, you know, you’re welcome.”

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alemoe‌:

ale could see the wheels where turning in his mind, and so ale hugged her knees, resting her head on them. she always had enjoyed hearing beck’s perspective on things, he just had a way of seeing the world, she couldn’t relate but she wished she could. “ reserved type of adventure. ” she repeated, a smile growing on her lips “ i can accept that. ” she was probably too hard on herself, not everyone was born to be wild or whatever. “ it’s a huge city, wherever you go you’re just like surrounded by people. and i also think it might be me just feeling safer here, i know every in and out of this city and there’s always someone around that i know. ” she shrugged “ i guess i just felt extremely lonely in la. ” she’d really both hated and loved it at the same time, but it would never feel like home the way provincetown did. while everyone else seemed to be busy getting out of there, ale was perfectly fine. “ i mean, a ghost is the least of my worries. ” she told him, with a shake of her head. “ i always just imagine someone staring through my window or hiding under the stairs waiting for me. ”

one of the largest parts of beck’s belief system was the fact that there was no need to be negative about things. for most things in life, you could find a positive way to turn it around and make it a little less hard on yourself. so, that’s what he normally tried to do– both for himself and for others. “glad you can accept that one. boring is just such a––.. dull term, you know?” he could understand what she was saying about life in la. new york was the same way. much bigger than what he was used to and constantly buzzing with noise. “i can understand that. nothing quite compares to what you can get a home.” which was true. nothing quite compared to the beaches of provincetown. “as long as you’re happy where you are, that’s all that matters, right?” beck let out a soft laugh at her initial comment. “you think a ghost is the least of your worries? that’s good to think, i guess. better than being terrified of the possibility of them. that’s reasonable though. at least the ghost can’t actually do anything to you.”

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wayfcrer‌:

the quiet was startling. too many times, when they were younger, had evan heard her name shouted in a frustrated tone followed by a pillow flying at her head for being in his room and exceptionally annoying. too many times, when they were younger, had she heard him raise his voice for taking too long in the shower or driving his car. she’d seen beck irritated. the calmness, the silence––… that was anger. “ beck, i––.. ” i wasn’t planning on telling anyone. her arms folded over her chest, “ after the first one went unacknowledged, i didn’t think there would be anything else. and after the second one i sure as hell didn’t think i’d start getting phone calls. i just––… i thought it’d go away. i don’t know. ” she bit the inside of her cheek, staring at the letters in his hands. she didn’t have the right to raise her voice even slightly, but she did as she threw up her hands, “ yes. it’s been an untouched problem for years, beck. i was going to ignore it, and it was supposed to go away on it’s own. i mean––… when have they ever taken any interest in us ? when has he ever been persistent ? ” her voice cracked as she lowered her volume back to a near whisper, “ it was just… supposed to go away. ” her head hurt. her stomach ached. she felt a whirlwind of uncomfortable emotions picking up speed inside her chest, and her answer came before she could stop it. evan connely had a curious nature, for better or for worse. she felt like throwing up as the word passed her lips, “ maybe––… ”

he could feel a headache coming on as he stared at the white envelope, roomin spinning around him as he tried to gather his thoughts. “i don’t understand––..” was all that beck could manage to say. and he didn’t. what, exactly, he didn’t understand, he didn’t even know. the whole situation felt like a dream. he felt as if he wasn’t even living this situation out and was watching it from outside the windows of their house, unable to come in and help himself understand the situation. “so, what?” he questioned, eyes narrowing at her from the opposit couch. “what were you going to do? let the fact that our father tried to contact us disappear forever? just leave me in the dark from that little bit of information?” maybe his anger was directed at the wrong person right now but for the past twenty-two years, that same small bubble of anger has just been sitting inside him. “why is it that you felt like you got to decide that this was just something we could let disappear?” he and evan had never had a genuine issue before. small things, yes. but everything prior to this could be fixed with a family dinner and short heart to heart. those times, the anger he felt seemed to only skim the surface. now, his anger was deep and almost painful. when her voice had calmed down, he moved to toss the envelopes on the table in front of him. “maybe.” he responded back, the words falling out of his mouth just as weak as it sounded when she said it. “what’s the fucking point in any of it? shit doesn’t matter.” he mumbled, leaning against the back of the couch as he brought a hand to rub against his temples. “go on and open it then. not like whatever is in them is going to change shit. not now, at least.”

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wayfcrer‌:

evan kept her distance as she handed over the pair of envelopes, wringing her hands and trying to focus her gaze on anything else. it hit her at a hundred miles an hour, how stupid it was to hide something from her own brother. it had felt so small at the time, but the look on his face told her it was anything but. “ i don’t ––… ” her voice trailed off as she searched his face, seeing a cloud of emotion that was almost unrecognizable. she shook her head and looked down, “ any excuse that i give you is too stupid mean anything. i really –… don’t know. i panicked, i guess. really didn’t want mom to see ‘em. thought that maybe just shoving them under my bed would make the issue go away. ” she rolled her eyes, frustrated with herself, and looked up at the ceiling, “ as per always it was probably the opposite of what i should’ve done. ” a few more seconds of stiff, suffocating silence passed before she looked over at beck, features contorted into worry and genuine regret. “ i’m sorry, though. i feel like i’ve made this––… worse. and they’re not even opened, ” she paused, biting the inside of her cheek as her gaze gravitated back to the envelopes, “ i mean, do you want to open them ? ”

thoughts raced through his head at a million miles an hour. it didn’t make sense for the man that had never cared about them in the slightest was sending them cards. it didn’t make sense that evan felt the need to hide this from him. beck had always thought evan and him had an honest relationship with each other. “when were you planning on telling me?” he questioned, brows furrowing together. his eyes were still glued to the envelopes in front of him, almost trying to look for a hint of direction in the letters on the paper. “what were you going to do with them? just leave them under your bed and ignore it?” beck wasn’t even positive he was actually mad at evan. it was probably the situation–– or their father for making this sad attempt. he found himself retreating into the couch, elbows perched on his knees before tossing the envelopes on the table. “i don’t know––…” he answered, palms rubbing at his eyes as he inhaled slowly. what good would it bring to open them? “do you want to?”

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fcrvcnt‌:

“ honestly, that’s probably the only way you’re really gonna learn. wipe out a couple times and then you’ll be sweet. ” it was far from the best logic in the world but the smile upon his features may lead some to believe it was simply a jest. a shrug pulled at his shoulder as he let out a breath, “ hell if i know, i heard it once and it was the dumbest thing i’d ever heard and it stuck. but my guess would be that. imagine—going because your packet of skittles wouldn’t come down. what a way to go. ” a small choked laugh left his lips though it settled just as quickly as it had come as his eyes glanced between beck and the ocean ahead. “ hey man, i won’t tell anyone if you wanna pull out. you got further than me with that thing. we can just go get some food or something instead. ”

in reality, beck knew there was a genuine method to learning how to surf— or do anything, for that matter. most methods didn’t involve the risk of getting genuinely hurt. “i think you’re right. couple of bumps and bruises never hurt anyway.” while the concept of a vending machine being the reason a person could leave this world was surprising, a thousand ways to die proved that there were even more shocking ways to go. “honestly, if skittles kill me.. i probably deserve it.” he commented, pairing his words with a laugh. “you know what—..” he began, a hand tapping the board once before standing up from his spot in the sand. there was only one way this situation ended and that was badly. “food sounds like a lot better option. you pick where we go.”

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alemoe‌:

“ oh and also get in a good workout considering i’d have to take them on walks you know. basically it’s a win-win situation. ” she stated with a smile, as she leaned back, arms behind her to support her weight. she looked over with a skeptical look on her face. “ what would you go as far as to say i was then ? what’s another synonym for boring that doesn’t sound as bad ? ” she joked but offered a genuine smile nonetheless. she wasn’t trying to be but she did find herself a little bit boring. “ i don’t know, compared to la i like a lot more here. ” she told him truthfully. she scrunched her nose as he mentioned annabelle. “ i’ve only ever watched it with you i think. i don’t understand how you watch that stuff on your own. it still gives me chills. ” she grinned.

beck was quick to let out a laugh at her statement. “oh, of course. the dogs are like a free gym membership. well — not free but the membership is definitely included.” he pushed around some sand with his hand as he contemplated his next words, shoulders shrugging half-heartedly before speaking. “i mean, one persons boring is another persons adventure.” he began, head tilting to the side. “so the whole boring thing is kind of objective. i would say you’re more of a reserved type of adventure. the type that doesn’t necessarily need to be going at all times to have fun.” and at times, he was the same way so he couldn’t judge. “surprised to hear that you like here more than la. why’s that?” he questioned the girl, assuming la was much more exciting than this area. “oh, don’t be fooled. it takes me a day to recover after watching them. can’t sleep without thinking i’m being watched by a ghost or something.”

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“ well ––… ” her voice cracked, as she watched the way his features faltered at the chicago, il stamped underneath the eleven digits that made up an unknown number, “ i mean a telemarketer from chicago, though ? ” evan let out a long sigh, hands wrestling with each other as she remained on the floor. she began twisting the ring on her middle finger, one-two-three, a nervous habit. over and over. “ there was, uh, well––… ” her brain wouldn’t cooperate, and the words refused to come. instead, she pushed herself off the ground with a huff and wordlessly disappeared from the living room. her actions were purposeful and quick as she bounded up to her room and pulled a small box from the back of her closet. there, she took out two envelopes–– both unopened, both addressed to evan and beck, both with a return sticker for roland and sabrina connely. she didn’t meet his eye when she re-entered the living room, tossing the envelopes at her brother. “ one came around christmas time. the other like mid-may. i didn’t––… i don’t know. i got to them first. didn’t want you or mom to see ‘em. haven’t opened ‘em yet either. ”

beck didn’t want it to be anything besides a telemarketer. not once did he put thought into what he would do if his father had wanted back in their lives. “don’t know–… i mean, i get telemarketers from random places all the time.” what if it was him, though? it’s not like their father could have any chance at making up at the time that was lost between them. the time for mending what is broken is long gone. he was struggling to process his own thoughts at this point. none of this should matter. what’s done is done. thankfully, evan had moved to exit the room, giving him time to at least attempt to form a coherent excuse for what was happening. maybe it was one of their mother’s old friends trying to connect with her again or– something else. anything else. that was what he was going to trow at evan next, at least. “maybe it’s just––…” he tried to spew out his next story when she walked back in but found himself quickly busying himself with the words on the front of the envelope. their names scribbled out in foreign handwriting with two essentially foreign names on the corner of the envelope. roland and sabrina connely. his eyes were practically glued to the two names as if it were something impossible to see. “this is––…” he cleared his throat, trying to think of what the proper response to this was. his mind was jumping from thought to thought and it currently felt like he had been punched in the gut. “why’d you hide them from me?” he questioned, voice coming out way to be soft to be recognized as his own voice.

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alemoe‌:

“ i always thought i’d be a cat lady. ” ale mumbled as he mentioned mrs. johnson having 12 cats now. “ but i think i’d rather open a kennel and pet dogs day and night. ” she stated with a quick laugh. ale moved her hands away from the pyramid doing some sort of jazz hands as he added the flag. “ beautiful. ” she stated with a final nod. she looked over with an amused laugh, offering him a shrug as he seemed disappointed by her. “ i’m a very boring person, beck. all i do is eat, sleep, drink coffee, repeat. ” she told him, although she lived a pretty fun life she herself was very boring. “ it was really good actually, i was surprised. thought i’d miss megan fox and shia but not really. ” she nodded as he stated the originals always were best. ”

beck had been a dog person for as long as he could remember. something about cats was just extremely off putting to him. “i agree. you could get paid just to spend time with dogs. sounds like a good business move, if you ask me.” his eyes examined their make-shift pyramid for just a moment longer before looking back at her. “i wouldn’t go as far as to say boring is what you are.” he noted, offering a small shrug. “could just be the town that’s boring sometimes.” which, it was. there was only so much you could do here. “speaking of movies that weren’t as good as the originals. i saw that new anabelle movie the other night and was extremely disappointed by it.” he noted, lips pursing together. “it just seemed to be missing a lot, i guess.”

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fcrvcnt‌:

arms rested upon elbows as eyes squinted to allow them to settle upon the other male. truth be told, he’d only come to be witness to what he imagined to be a hell of an amusing day. the most experience he’d with anything board related was skating and who knew if that helped at all. “ fuck if i know, man. i mean, evan and theo make it look easy as hell—-you should have really just gotten one of them down here. ” there was a pause as his head tilted back and forth, weighing up the options. “ i mean, i’ve heard that you’re more likely to get killed by a vending machine than a shark so—i’d say you’re probably safe on that front at least. though—-on second thought just make sure someone else is out further than you so they get eaten first and then i’m sure you’ll be sweet. you can swim though right ? ”

“you’re probably right about that. evan’s too busy though so i guess my only option is to just risk my life and see how it goes. you know— jack ass style.” very rarely did beck not plan something out from start to finish but for whatever reason, surfing was the one time he decided he didn’t need to think ahead. “how is it more likely for someone to die by a vending machine than a shark?” he questioned, eyes squinting for a moment. “you think that’s just the people who get pissed their snack didn’t come out and start shaking the machines?” his hand mindlessly tapped against the board next to him, once again weighing the options out in his mind. “i mean, i can swim but i’m not sure i could out swim someone else— or a shark—... maybe this isn’t a good idea, after all.”

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––––– “ BECK ! ” evan stormed into the house, throwing her bag onto the countertop. she was flustered and frustrated and utterly unprepared to see the number that had popped up across her phone screen. “ beck, your car is in the driveway, i know you’re home, ” she pushed a hand through her hair, trying to calm herself down and failing. failing, failing, failing as her pulse quickened and her breathing became more shallow. she walked into the living room and sprawled out on the floor, staring up at the ceiling fan. her knuckles were white in a death grip around her phone, but her eyes followed one blade on the fan as the rest of her body sprawled across the cool hardwood floor. it’s a coincidence. it has to be a coincidence. but a pair of recent letters she’d hidden from her mom and her brother said differently. she spoke again when she heard the floorboards creaking underneath beck’s steps. “ i need you to talk me off of a ledge. because this is a very high ledge. and i’m about to just fuckin’––… hurl myself off, ” her grip loosened as she held out her phone displaying a missed call from a chicago area code. their hometown. their father. their stepmother. it had to be a coincidence, “ you don’t think that––…. it’s just a coincidence, right ? ”

the voice coming from downstairs was enough to cut through the music that echoed through beck’s room. he was quick to turn off the music and practically sprint down the stairs. “are you okay?” his voice was filled with concern and a his brows had furrowed at the sight of her laying on the floor. “what happened? what’s wrong?” the second anything happened to evan, beck found himself quickly moving into protective brother mode. the second his eyes fell on the screen and actually registered what the numbers on the phone could mean, he felt his heart sink into his stomach. “i don’t––…” he cleared his throat, running a hand through his hair before lamely shrugging his shoulders. for so long, he had done his best to not think about chicago or his father. “could just be a telemarketer.” he mumbled out, unable to believe himself when he spoke. “just a coincidence. there’s no reason––…. they would be trying to contact us. now.. get up.”

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a small laugh left her mouth. ‘ i was just about to say the same thing, but i immediately realized i’m going to go well over that. ’, she said while her eyes still scanned the pop ups around them. she raised her eyebrows and an amused smile spread across her lips. ‘ that was either the best thing i’ve ever heard or the worst. ‘, she laughed. ‘ i’m down to play financial advisor though. you get to only get the things you need like a pool donut or like thirty book marks! ’, she replied before asking the guy behind the stall for a sample of their pepper jack.

beck narrowed her eyes at the blonde next to him, lips forming into a straight line. “what kind of financial advisor tells their client they’re going to go over their own budget? not great business, if you ask me.” he commented, letting out a short laugh before turning to look at the other stalls around them. “alright, please don’t let me spend money on book marks. i’d rather throw a hundred out on records or.... that weird lamp that guy has over there.” before she could take it, beck grabbed the sample from the guy behind the stall and split it in half, handing one to her before putting the rest in his mouth. “honestly? maybe i’ll just drop a hundred dollars on cheese right now. i think that’s what i really need in life.”

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beck ✉️ marco polo

marco: are you gonna judge me if i still say yes

marco: okay my answer is yes if they're humanoid, but if they're not humanoid then we might have to reevaluate

beck: honestly? i don't think i would judge you. i think i might be on the same page

beck: interesting

beck: knew u were into space but i didnt think u were... u know... INTO aliens

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sailor flashed him a beaming grin when he graciously took one of her plants from her arms, allowing her to actually be able to see where she was going as she started off in the direction of her home. “oh, luckily, i’ll make sure they stay alive. that part i’m pretty good at,” she assured him, nodding seriously. keeping things alive was, more or less, a specialty of hers. his questions made her raise an eyebrow, wondering for a moment if she hadn’t thought out her plan well enough. she didn’t have a particular form of soil for the plants, but she did have a plan. “well, yes. they’re going in my yard, i have a space plotted off for a garden, and some things already planted. some cucumbers, some peppers. i planted green beans from seeds so i’m HOPING that they’ll sprout soon. do you figure that tomatoes NEED special soil, or will the regular old dirt in my yard be okay?”

“now, what made you think to come to me for plant help?” beck questioned, eyebrows turning up in question. “before i give you any real advice, i’m just going to say that if anything happens to these tomatoes i am not responsible for the damages or loss of vegetable.” he recited the words as if they were actually coming off of some legal contract. beck nodded his head as she explained her plan, adding in some occasional ‘okays’ as she kept talking. “you’ve already got an entire garden that you’ve been hoarding for yourself? that’s fucked up.” he let a brief silence fall over the two of them before a smile was spreading across his lips and he was letting out a soft sigh before continuing. “the dirt in your yard should be fine. you just need to make sure that you watch the tomatoes. you may have to use a stake to make sure they grow straight up, y’know? don’t want them wilting or .. whatever.”