“I’m sorry,” the words felt foreign and clumsy on his tongue, “I was just... trying to be friendly.” The spilled Slurpee was seeping through his t-shirt and shocking his alcohol impaired brain into more sober territory. “I take it back--” he wiped his fingers across her forehead, accidentally smearing the sticky syrup from the drink he’d tried to surprise her with on her skin. “I wont kiss your forehead again.” Bennett nearly toppled over as he bent down to grab the plastic cup off the ground. “I’m...” he watched her for a few moments before staggering off to find a recycling bin.
Bennett blinked at the ceiling for a few more moments before groggily pushing himself up into a sitting position on the creaky motel mattress. “Probably the most rest I’ve gotten in a month--” he twisted his upper body to snag a bottle of aspirin off the nightstand. The combination of bad memories, good memories, desire to see his family, desire to avoid his family, a little bit of regret, and a sprinkle of longing for his apartment in Los Angeles had made sleeping in his hometown nearly impossible. “I’m fine.” He tugged on a strand of her hair with a crooked smile. He hoped the pain reliever would kick in soon and dilute his pounding headache.
░ Some angsty starter sentences !!
❝ It’s okay — you’re going to be okay! ❞
❝ No, please don’t leave… ❞
❝ What do you mean you’re leaving?❞
❝ I…I’m sorry. I have to go ❞
❝ Where does it hurt?❞
❝ What the hell did you do that for?❞
❝ Why didn’t you tell me this before? ❞
❝ No, they can’t be… they can’t be gone❞
❝ I thought that we would go together ❞
❝ I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to do it, but I had to tell them.❞
❝ It won’t stop bleeding! ❞
❝ Why do you make me feel so vulnerable? ❞
❝ Who shot you?! ❞
❝ What did you do? ❞
❝ Are you all right? ❞
❝ I can’t do this anymore ❞
❝ I don’t think I can make it…❞
❝ Why are you doing this to me? ❞
❝ You’ve been unconscious for hours.❞
❝ You have a fever…❞
❝ I think I’m sick…❞
❝ You shot me! ❞
❝ What happened to you? ❞
“You look stuck —” A simple drive from the old town to the new side was all she planned to do. Ivy didn’t plan to stay in this place for long. But there was something appealing about it. Witnessing a cloud of dark smoke up ahead, the girl couldn’t help but be curious. When she rolled up her old mustang to the individual on the side of the road, she pushed her circle sunnies down her nose to get a better look at the person. “Did you need some help?”
Bennett leaned down to peer in the car window as best he could with a stack of well-worn newspapers cradled in his arms-- “I could use a ride to the motel.” Ben had a habit of getting so wrapped up in his work that mundane things, like remembering to gas up his car, slipped through the cracks. The beat up truck he’d been driving since he was sixteen sat useless in the Moon Valley library parking lot. “So long as you’re not an alien with a detour to your mothership planned. I’m far too busy for any probing.”
sadly i’m going to miss opening bc of work, but i’ll try to get on when i can to keep plotting. hmu if you’re interested. i’ll be on when everyone is asleep bc that’s the curse of the pst
holy shit! did you see that? oh wait, that’s just bennett brasher, the local noah centineo lookalike. apparently, he’s been in Moon Valley for one whole month! they’re very ambitious, but also pretty obstinate, which is why: wrinkled sheets, polaroid cameras, glow in the dark stars, the smell of new books, well-worn jean jackets, and papers graded in red pen describes their vibe effortlessly. I wonder what this 22-year-old hopes to discover in good ol’ Moon Valley.
hello, pals!! i’m finally home and ready to get rocking and rolling. my name is ashley, i’m 23 years old, and i live in the pst timezone. this is a brand spanking new character of mine that i’m super excited to flesh out here with you lovely people. i’ll put a little info about him under the cut and hopefully convince you to plot with me
ben is a writer. he has a couple best-selling true crime novels
he’s traveled a lot for book events and is pretty well off
he doesn’t come from wealth, though. he’s actually from moon valley. his parents owned a convenience store, which was turned into a gift shop when he was in 5th grade
he’s the eldest of four and always planned to take over the family shop when his parents were ready to pass the baton
it wasn’t really what he wanted, but he didn’t want to disappoint his parents, you know? family was super important to him
then when he was a junior in high school, his youngest sister died during one of her soccer matches. sudden cardiac death is what her death was ruled as. incredibly rare in children, the doctors had told the brashers
even thought it was painful, and a part of them died with their youngest, they were all able to continue on with their lives.....except ben. he felt an irrational guilt over his sister’s death and was angry with his family for being able to pull themselves back together so quickly
he spent less and less time at home. opting to crash with friends or even just camp in the desert
when he finally graduated high school....he just left. not a word to anybody. gone with the wind.
a couple years later he published his first book and it was a roaring success
as was his second
third....not so much
so, now he’s back in moon valley at the very strong encouragement of his publicist to write his next true crime novel about an unsolved mystery that happened in his very own hometown: the sanders sisters disappearance
he’s been back for about a month and his staying in the motel
he’s still a work in progress, so i’ll definitely be adding more in the future, but i’d love to get some connections brewing
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