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morning | cleo + connor

Connor: moved closer to watch as Cleo would search for their salvation. "Mine at least," he said. "We should get eggs, bacon, cheese sandwich things."

Cleo: logged onto the computer and opened chrome, quickly clicking to the ubereats website, one she frequently used. "Well, you're my hero most days so that seems fair," she responded casually, searching up one of her favorite breakfast places at his next words. "Eggs are good," she confirmed, adding two breakfast sandwiches to her cart. "What else?"

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morning | cleo + connor

Connor: smiled teasingly. Tensing up slightly at her sudden exclamation, definitely not expecting it. "Yes," he said nodding enthusiastically, finally sitting up as she grabbed her laptop. "You're a genius, Cleo," he told her. "Lemme look with you," he said, excited at the idea greasy, fatty, disgusting food.

Cleo: crawled back over to the bed, sliding the laptop towards Connor before climbing back into the bed and under the comfort of her covers. “Thank you. I am indeed a hero.”

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morning | cleo + connor

Connor: couldn't help but to chuckle and crack a joke, "At least we don't need Plan B." He went to laugh again, but his pounding head made it stop shortly. "Got any ideas?" He asked her.

Cleo: scrunched up her nose at Connor’s joke. “Ew,” she said lightheartedly before letting out her own little chuckle. She considered for a moment before an idea struck her. “Computer!” she exclaimed before groaning slightly. “Sorry,” she continued dropping her voice back down to a lower volume before rolling out of bed and crawling over to her desk to retrieve her laptop. “We can order food on the internet.”

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hello again | maxler

Rylan: was a bit taken aback by the apology, not having expected it from Cleo. He started at her for a moment, almost as if he was waiting for a 'but', though he soon realized it wasn't coming. It was shocking and surprising to here, but he had been gone for the last year. Cleo obviously had grew, which although her newfound maturity shocked the boy, was nice to see. "It's fine." Rylan casually brushed off once he managed to find some words. He cleared his throat. "I'm sorry too... about everything." He paused again. "I'm glad you're okay and everything. You look good-- like you look like you're in a better place I mean."

Cleo: nodded softly. It was hard for her to not go on and on; she had a tendency for rambling and a need to have the final word, a habit carried over from the constant feeling of not being heard she carried through her childhood, but she reminded herself that trying to justify every stupid action she’d made would just get her worked up and lead to another fight, so she bit her lip while she thought out what to say next. “Thanks,” she said quitely, in response to the boy’s own apology. “I was going through a lot then and... yeah, things are different now.” She wasn’t sure about better so she avoided the word altogether. “I guess that’s all I wanted to say.”

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date night | alaska&cleo

Alaska: still got nerves whenever she was about to see Cleo; not bad type of nerves though, just the kind that had her stomach fluttering and her heart racing with anxiety and adrenaline. With two bottles of Sake tucked under one arm, and her hand grasping the bag full of carry out sushi from their favorite place, Alaska used a pinky to gingerly try and ring Cleo's bell while also trying not to drop the entirety of their date night on the ground.

Cleo: was just finishing up setting up the living room for date night when she heard the door bell. Practically bouncing into the foyer she tugged the front door open. "Hellooooo beautiful!" she exclaimed excitedly, taking the bag of sushi from Alaska and kissing the girl quickly before turning back into the house to lead the way to the living room. "I'm so glad you're finally here, I'm starving."

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morning | cleo + connor

Connor: squeezed his eyes closed at Cleo's tap, smiling lightly. He thought for a second, answering, "I have no idea. I might have left it at the bar or maybe it's buried in the couch... who knows."

Cleo: frowned at Connor's response. "We need a solution to our problems," she pointed out, as if that much wasn't obvious. "We need a plan c."

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hello again | maxler

Rylan: nodded softly. "Okay." His eyes shifted from the ground to Cleo. "Do you want to sit down?" He offered, not sure is she preferred to stand and talk.

Cleo: considered the question for a moment, but something about it felt too formal. "I'm fine," she responded, shaking her head softly. "No, I just... I wanted to say sorry. About last year. And before that, too." She was ringing her hands nervously as she spoke, still not quite looking at him. "I... care about you. And about Max and Connor. And Alexa. And I put them in the middle of something with my drama and my temper tantrums and..." she sighed softly. "I know that I made it seem like everything that happened between us was your fault and it wasn't. I made my mistakes too and I'm sorry for... all that. I just... I don't want our friends to have to choose between us and I don't want to hold you back from moving on or being happy or," she sighed again. "I want you to be happy."

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hello again | maxler

Rylan: listened as he shut the door behind her, nodding slowing that her words. "Thank you." He told softly, reaching to rub the back of his neck. "Do you want anything to drink?"

Cleo: smiled softly but it faded back to a nervous expression immediately. "Yeah," was all she could manage in response to his thanks. "Uh, no, thank you," she shook her head softly. "I'm not planning on staying long. I just need to... say this."

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morning | cleo + connor

Connor: groaned, rolling onto his side to face Cleo now. Seeing her really for the first time. "At least you can suffer through with me," he told her.

Cleo: reached over and gently patted Connor's face. "What are friends for?" she responded with a small laugh. "Where'd you lose your phone?"

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hello again | maxler

Rylan:'s brows furrowed, though his initial face of shock softened. He felt overwhelming uncomfortable and was sort of distracted by the sound of his heart now beating far too fast. However, the soft spot he'd probably always have for Cleo made it hard to say no to her when she looked this nervous. "Yeah of course." He cleared his throat, though speaking softly and moving so she could step inside.

Cleo: managed a tentative smile at Rylan's response. Part of her had been sure he would turn her away and she let out a slight sigh of relief when he didn't. "Thanks," she said softly, still not quite meeting his eyes as she entered the house. "And congrats, by the way, on the Dodgers, that's really cool. And happy late birthday, too," she rambled slightly.

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hello again | maxler

Rylan: hadn't been expecting any company, though figuring it was probably just one of his sisters or cousins, he quickly swung the door open. Seeing Cleo put him into an instant state of shock. He hadn't even realized she knew he was back. "Hi?" He told awkwardly after a moment, already wanting this conversation to be over.

Cleo: bit the inside of her cheek nervously when Rylan appeared in the doorway. Not sure she could maintain eye contact, she just stared at his chest for a moment since it was eye level and then glanced around at anything but him. "Hi," she let out a shaky breath. "I was, uh, hoping we could talk?"

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morning | cleo + connor

Connor: furrowed his eyebrows back at Cleo, now more confused than ever. "But neither of us want to cook?" He told her.

Cleo: shook her head. "My phone's dead, Connor, we can't order food."

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morning | cleo + connor

Connor: lightly chuckled. Without explanation, he forgot he'd posed a question, so Cleo's sounded like a proposition to him. "Where would we go?" He asked, confused.

Cleo: frowned at Connor's question, now confused herself. "Here?" she responded awkwardly, turning her head to look at him, her eyebrows furrowed.

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hello again | maxler

Cleo: wanted to put this off, but she knew she couldn't. She'd heard about Rylan's trade back to LA and knew it meant she was going to have to fix things with him, not just for her sake but for Max, Connor and Alexa too. Now she just had to hope he was home as she walked up to his front door and knocked.

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morning | cleo + connor

Connor: had an arm draped over his face as he listened to Cleo fumble around. It wasn't until she posed a question that he realized what the issue was. "Die, probably," he answered dramatically. "How did we get back here anyway?" He wondered.

Cleo: whined in response. “We’re too young and beautiful to die,” she responded. Shaking her head softly, she let out a soft laugh. “Uber?” she questioned, really not knowing the answer.

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morning | cleo + connor

Connor: moved up and pulled himself under the blankets, feeling his spinning subside slightly. "I will if we can order on your phone," he said, simply. "Can't find mine." He figured the less words he had to say the better.

Cleo: reached an arm out from under her blankets to retrieve her phone from the bedside table. When the phone didn’t immediately light up, she pressed the power button but the screen only lit up to tell her she needed to plug it in. “Drunk Cleo, you bitch,” she mumbled, fumbling around for her charger, not that it did much good in the meantime. “Any other ideas?” she questioned, looking over at Connor.

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morning | cleo + connor

Connor: sat up slight and looked over to Cleo once he felt her shuffling. He laughed at her pain for only a moment before grimacing at his own pain that the laughter caused him. "Scoot over then, we're getting delivery," he announced, ready to be horizontal again.

Cleo: wriggled over to one side of the bed so Connor could properly lie down next to her. “One of us will have to get the door,” she complained, more for the sake of complaining than anything else, and the more she woke up the more she also wanted food.