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She did appreciate just how much Nadia was trying to help her, but even Maya could recognise it would probably take some serious therapy to help her change the way she saw herself, if it was even possible at all. "It's not just one mistake though. If everything else was great and it was just this one thing, I'd maybe agree with you but I've been making bad choices for the last decade. I lost something back then and a 'fuck it' mentality settled in. I'm one person with Ray, my family, you, but the Maya that I am away from you all? I don't think you'd recognise her honestly."
Picking up one of the cushions she kept on the couch, Maya hugged it to her chest as she listened to Nadia's story. It was a whole new perspective, hearing the sort of story from the married person's reasoning rather than hers and even though it contradicted her own views on herself, Maya's heart ached for her friend. "I can't imagine what that must feel like, being married but feeling alone.." Shaking her head, the blonde blew out a breath. "I'm sorry you had to go through that." It also wasn't lost on her just how touched she felt that Nadia had trusted her with that sort of story, something she wasn't all that used to anymore.
"You're right, I don't. I have no feelings to have, I am an emotionless robot." With the wine bottle in her hand, Maya could only look down at it, her eyes wide as she tried to mentally push away the idea of having feelings for Roman. "It would be a recipe for disaster, it would only cause a shit ton of hurt." God how she wished she could beat down the voice in her head that was already telling her she was going to be rejected. "I'd ask how I didn't see this coming, but I haven't had feelings for anyone other than that guy in Divergent since I was in high school." Taking another drink from the bottle, Maya finally looked back at her friend. "This might be the biggest fuck up yet, you know? Never should've gone for someone so annoyingly good looking."
Nadia's expression softened as she listened. "Don't you think you're being a little bit hard on yourself?" she asked gently. "You're talking about yourself like you're split into two people. I don't think bad decisions erase every good thing about you. If they did.. we'd both be in trouble," she chuckled, her smile lingering for another moment before she reached over, giving Maya's knee a reassuring squeeze. "You ever thought about talking to someone about this? Other than me of course." That period of Nadia's life where she had made bad choices haunted her every single day, but she tried not to dwell on it. And to be honest, she'd been trying to make it up ever since. "Thank you. It wasn't a fun chapter of my life, but I learned a lot from it. Mostly that being seen by the wrong person is never a substitute for fixing what's broken. —He's in town, by the way. My ex husband." Nadia smirks, knowing she just casually threw that in here.
The second Maya called herself an emotionless robot, Nadia snorted into her glass. "Maya, please." She rolled her eyes dramatically before pointing her glass in her direction. "Girl I've known you long enough to know that's complete bullshit." She bit back a grin as Maya continued, watching her slowly unravel in real time. "Look, maybe it'll be a disaster. Maybe it won't. But you don't actually know that yet. How do you think.. he feels about you?"
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𝑹𝑬𝑪𝑰𝑷𝑰𝑬𝑵𝑻 ⸺ @sunbleachcd ( sage ) 𝑺𝑬𝑻𝑻𝑰𝑵𝑮 ⸺ the hendersons
Roman thought staying at the Hendersons would be awkward, and it absolutely fucking was. But, they'd shown a greater kindness to him than he ever could've imagined during such a trying time.. and he was well hidden from the ravenous media journalists. Well, except Bella. So when Sage showed up at their door, he was lowkey panicked someone had followed her. After scanning the street one last time and convincing himself they were alone, he ushered her inside and led her straight through the house and onto the back porch. The screen door clicked behind them, and for a long moment, he just looked at her. She looked exhausted. Hell, he probably looked worse. "You okay?" He leaned back against the porch railing, folding his arms across his chest. "Stupid question." A humourless huff escaped him. "Neither of us is exactly thriving. Not exactly the cousin sleepover I had envisioned."
A few hours later.
She wasn't sure how asleep he really was, she assumed it was more of a light nap considering he had someone in his apartment who was basically a stranger. The only thing Sloane knew for sure was that she needed to act quietly and fast. She'd pull her disappearing act soon, but first, she had work to do.
Sliding carefully out of his bed, Sloane quickly pulled on her underwear and tiptoed out of his bedroom. With everything planned, she had deliberately dropped her bag onto the floor before they'd reached his bedroom and she made short work of pulling out everything she needed.
An unfinished note, a copy of the church blueprints, a cash receipt for some suspicious purchases and a flash drive. Opening his trash, Sloane pushed the blueprints towards the bottom before placing the note in the middle of some of his paper recycling. The receipt went into the trash after she'd torn it up a little, trying to make it look like someone had tried to disguise it. After carefully opening some drawers to find something that looked like a junk drawer, she quickly tossed the flash drive in before shutting it back up. It had taken only a couple of minutes and as she heard nothing from the bedroom, she kept moving.
Grabbing two glasses, she filled them with water, placing them on the counter before washing her hands. Moving back to her bag, she grabbed a cloth, quickly wiping down the places she had touched and placed the planted "evidence". It might have been overkill, but she wanted to remove as many traces of herself as possible. With everything cleaned up and the cloth tucked back into her bag, she grabbed the glasses and headed back to his room, deliberately stumbling into the door to wake him, if he wasn't already. "Shit sorry, in trying really hard not to wake you, I think I did the opposite, huh?"
She couldn't hang around for much longer, but she had to make sure that her disappearing seemed as normal as possible.
Roman's eyes cracked open the second something sounded by the doorway, not moving straight away and only letting out a sleepy groan as he blinked toward the silhouette standing in the doorway. "Mm.." his voice came out rough with sleep. He was getting way too old for these reckless nights.. they were hitting him harder and harder with every year that passed. "You're terrible at sneaking around." A crooked smile tugged at his mouth as he pushed himself up against the headboard, nothing but a sheet covering his bottom half. He dragged a hand over his gaze before letting his gaze settle on her. "Bringing me water?" he asked, a brow lifting. Though he probably should've regretted the reckless choice in bringing a complete stranger home, he kind of didn't. They'd had a great night.. from what he could remember, anyway. Roman accepted the glass from her with an amused hum, taking a slow sip before setting it on the bedside table. "You know, you've got that look people get when they're about to give Irish goodbyes." The smile donned on his features softened into something more curious than teasing. "Should I be offended, or are you just trying to leave before I convince you breakfast with me is a good idea?"
⸺JASIRI WATKINS. featuring SOLANA DIAZ at AROMA CAFE & ENVIRONS;
After her prophy appointment at Bright Smiles Jasiri took to the streets of Canyon Creek once again. A quick check of her apple watch confirmed that she had enough time for a detour to Aroma Cafe before she met up with Omari. Instead of heading to her car, she decided to walk the distance. During that trek her gaze caught a familiar profile ahead. There is absolutely no way that’s her!
“Solana?” she said the name more to herself than anyone else. Doubt riddled, she still calls out to the person that’s a short distance ahead. “Solana!” Jasiri regretted guessing the moment the name left her lips. Already she’s preparing to cringe at the awkwardness should this be just another social faux pas.
The closer she got, the more confident she was in her sighting. It feels like forever and a day since Jasiri saw Solana Diaz. “Holy shit! It is you!” She beams, utterly excited. “Wh—“ she breathes. “What are you doing here?” Jasiri still thinks fondly of when they met. At the time, Levi was competing in golf's U.S. Open, so they were in New York. At one of the city’s exclusive night clubs, their paths crossed thanks to mutual friends. That night was one for the books, and so were the subsequent parties and events their group attended elsewhere over the years.
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The second she heard her name, Solana kept walking. There was no way anyone in Sedona knew who she was, which meant one of two things: she'd either imagined it, which at this point she wouldn't be surprised if she was hallucinating, or someone else in this town shared her name. Imposter. It wasn't until she heard it a second time that she slowed, glancing over her shoulder with mild curiousity. The moment her eyes landed on the familiar face weaving through the crowd, recognition hit almost instantly. "No fucking way." A grin spread across her face as she turned fully, sunglasses slipping to the top of her head. "Jas?!" she laughed, closing the distance between them before pulling her into a quick hug. Normally, Lana was one for pecks on the cheek but, she was so freakin' happy to see a familiar face in what felt like the most isolated place on earth. "What are you doing here?" She pulled back enough just to look at her properly, still donning that same disbelieving smile. For the first time in her life, she almost felt like she could cry. Almost. "Last time I saw you we were sneaking out of that rooftop in New York because someone thought it'd be a brilliant idea to jump into the hotel pool at two in the morning."
rhett blew out a breathy laugh at her counter of gratitude, but the follow up was enough to a fuller sound of amusement from somewhere low in his belly. "those boots almost make you look like you belong around here." they reminded him of cowboys he'd met before hitting the big circuits. they'd buy new boots and rub a little dirt on them, thinking that it'd make them as cowboy as anyone else. except, when they got between the chutes, the only thing they managed to accomplish was a scratch on their scorecard when they hit the dirt before the clock even officially started. "sounds like you're in the wrong part of town. you should try canyon creek, or uptown. might be more your speed." he looked over again. nothing about her screamed southpoint. he knew what money looked like and she looked like the walking definition of it.
her witty remark left him biting back a boyish grin. he'd heard worse. the cowboy tapped at the warm metal of the bronco's frame and chuckled quietly to himself. "judgement comes free most days." he watched her look over him, her wandering eyes feeling a bit like he was winning whatever battle he'd voluntarily stepped into. "i'd offer you a ride to wherever you're headed, but uh, this might take me another hour to wrap up and something tells me you aren't the patient type."
Lana's gaze drifted pointedly to her boots at his remark, tilting one beneath the afternoon sun as though inspecting the dust he'd so graciously pointed out. "They're vintage," she informed him matter of factly, looking back at him with a fake smile. "The dirt's an accessory. And trust me, if I wanted to look like I belonged around here, I'd have committed a far more serious crime than wearing expensive boots." His suggestion of Canyon Creek earned a quiet hum as she slipped her glasses back down the bridge of her nose, peering at him over the top of her frames. He was probably saying that as an insult, but she wasn't taking it that way. "Mm," she hummed thoughtfully. "I probably should. But then who would keep you humble? Judging by first impressions, the locals seem to have given up."
Well, she wasn't going to argue with that. She loved to judge.. it was one of her favourite pastimes, other than shopping, of course. Though, it sounded like she wasn't going to get much out of that hobby with her current situation. Ugh, it was like pure torture. "Judgment must come free 'cause you sure seem to make a lot of assumptions about me." Not that Solana even wanted his help, though maybe she needed it. "I'm actually looking for the direction of the, um.." It was going to make her physically ill to even fucking say it. She could practically feel the colour draining from her face. "The trailer park. Pink pelican.. something?"
his heart knocked harder against his ribs and a phantom pain pulsed in his lower lip, the memory her teeth sinking into it making enough to make his head spin. he'd missed her even before the ink on their divorce papers dried, but he'd found himself missing her more and more with every day that passed. "we can call it whatever you'd like. i thought healing had a nice ring to it." in her tent, even if only for a little while, it didn't have to matter that they'd hurt one another beyond reason. all those late nights and terrible words spoken were pushed aside, replaced by this moment, the one where she looked at him with mischief in her eyes. "last i remember, you always liked a little danger." he huffed a low, raspy laugh, the curve on his mouth deepening by just a fraction, but enough for her to notice if she wanted to.
ozan studied his ex-wife, his heart still thudding to a quickened pace. whatever she asked of him, he'd be agree. whether it was dancing or throwing back shots, he'd eagerly smile and nod, and will the moments to never end. "maybe you've lost your touch," he taunted, teeth raking against his bottom lip as he watched her gaze fall to his mouth again. did she think about the press of his mouth against hers? did she miss the way they'd communicate without saying a single word?
"of course i'm buying. whatever you want." it wasn't like he'd been cut off just yet, and even when he was, he had a security blanket of funds to ensure he wouldn't have to worry for some time. he tracked the woman as she headed toward the exit of the tent, a big smirk staring back at him. "let's see if i can stay on," he countered, his own smile pulled wide as he fell into step behind her, eager for whatever she brought his way.
"I did." The words lingered between them, weighted by the past tense she'd offered. Did. As though liking danger belonged to another version of her.. but the way her pulse quickened beneath his gaze suggested otherwise. This kind of danger, though, could land her in hot freakin' water. Her eyes fell to the subtle drag of his teeth over his lip now, and for a split second, she hated just how vividly she remembered the feeling of biting it. The memory settled low in her stomach, coaxing a grin out of her that she tried, and definitely failed, to hide. She needed to get out of this tent, the close proximity clearly getting to her head. "Maybe I've lost my touch?" she repeated, eyebrows lifting. "That's a risky thing to say to someone who knows exactly how to humble you. It's almost like you want me to prove you wrong." Now that was a dangerous response. Fuck.
The challenge lingered between them for only a moment before she spun on her heel, pushing through the fabric tent doors and out into the growing crowd. "Come on." She didn't bother checking whether he was behind her or not; she knew he was. The late afternoon sun hung warm over the festival as music drifted between the tents. There were more people here than she ever could've expected.. she hadn't known Sedona to draw such a crowd. "So," Nadia mused, slowing just enough for him to fall into step beside her, stealing a sideways glance at him before letting her eyes wander over the festival. Market stalls stretched in every direction, a bar sat nearby, and a concert seemed to be going on at one of the large marquees up ahead. "What are you in the mood for?" She looked back at him, the corner of her mouth tugging into a teasing smile. "Choose wisely. This might determine whether I decide you're worth keeping around for another hour."
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ozan: if i've gotten really old, wouldn't that mean that you've also gotten really old? ozan: i think i miss being right. there's nothing quite like that feeling of winning an argument. ozan: no arguments here. not yet, anyway. i'm sure i'll taste victory again soon.
nadia: watch it, eldem. nadia: you miss thinking you were right, you mean? nadia: but go on, enjoy the confidence while it lasts. i’m sure i’ll remind you soon enough ;)
ONE TREE HILL (2003-2012)
Roman let out a shaky laugh the second she asked if he was okay, because of course Kamaria would be the one telling him she was pregnant and still somehow checking on him. "Am I okay?" he repeated, his voice thick as he leaned into her hand for half a second, like he needed the contact to keep himself together. Spoiler alert: he definitely did. "Kami, you just told me I'm gonna be n uncle. I'm losing my damn mind." His smile wobbled, but it persisted nonetheless. Hearing her say she was happy settled something in his chest, even with all the messy, complicated shit circling the situation that he needn't mention in this moment. None of that mattered more than her right now. "Good," he breathed, nodding as his hand came up to cover hers against his face. "That's all I care about. If you're happy, I'm happy." His eyes searched hers, softer than usual, before he pulled her in again, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. "You're not alone," he murmured, squeezing her tight. "Not for a second. You've got me. You've always got me."
"Well, don't lose all of it just yet, this is just the beginning." She joked, but her next words were filled with the most amount of certainty one could have. "You'll do great, Ro." Kamaria truly felt like her baby would be the luckiest kid ever for having the same family as hers. She knew Roman would be the fiercest one, and that meant she'd never have to worry about anything harming them. That became pretty clear when she found herself safe in her brother's embrace again, the deep breath helping her take it all in. Dark colors were making their way through the sky, but the warm sunset still seemed to be present, making the moment even more special. "Yeah. It'll be alright." She whispered, just as much to herself as to her brother.
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⸺GUILLERMO "MEMO" TORRES GARCÍA.
Guillermo rolled his eyes, but he couldn’t hide the amusement at her teasing. This year was one of the milestone years that people make a big fuss over— forty. “Hey! Keep it down.” He glanced around to see if there’s anyone he recognised in the queue. “I remember a pact being made to never speak of that again.” That bribe had cost him most of the fair tickets he won that year. In the end, he didn’t mind though, because that large stuffed toy he used the tickets to claim became one of her prized possessions. Guillermo’s pretty sure the plushie is still somewhere in the basement of their family home. One day they’ll brave the task of sorting through the stacks of boxes and containers stored there.
“Gracias princesa,—“ Caught up in a wave of nostalgia he subconsciously uses an old term of endearment to address his sister. He recalls when it started off as princesita, but in her I’m a big girl era, Nadia was sure to let him know that she wasn’t little anymore. Thus princesita became princesa, then back to princesita when he wanted to annoy her. “—beauty before brains as always,” he adds with a snicker as he enters their assigned gondola. By the time he’s settled onto the seat he’s chuckling at his own folly.
The familiar term had her smiling from ear the ear. It felt so good to be around family again. She hadn't realised how much California had sucked the life out of her, despite all the good things it had given her. Her now strained relationship with her mother had nearly sent her over the edge, and somehow now the distance and the lack of communication between them was healing. It was as though Nadia could finally see things more clearly, to rediscover herself and to see who truly mattered. "You know, aside from abuela, you've pretty much been the best thing about returning to Sedona for me," Nadia admitted, before a smirk tugged at her lips. "Not to give you a big head." She nudged Guillermo's arm and shot him an amused look. "I wasn't sure I'd love moving back but, I think I really do."
Kiraz looked out towards the distance as her mind wandered towards her own estranged relationship and the part that she had to play in that. And frankly, continued to play. She'd always been the one to push away despite not wanting to do so. It was just second nature for her and now she was suffering the consequences of her actions in ways she hadn't suspected she would. Nevertheless, she quickly pushed that to the back of her mind because Nadia was answering her question and each little trait brought a smile to her face. Not to toot her own horn but she felt like she fit into the descriptions quite well, but so did Nadia. "I think you've named the ones that I would have named. I also like someone who likes to seek out some adventures. I like the thrill of adrenaline and some kind of chase." Not in every situation but from time to time and someone who could still give her that despite being with them longterm was definitely someone that would keep her interest. "Confidence is a big one. Nothing is hotter. I think it's something a lot of men don't understand or grasp but women wear so well."
Nadia's smile widened at that, because Kiraz certainly wasn't lacking in confidence, and she liked it. "No, women definitely wear it better," she agreed, taking another sip of her drink as her gaze lingered on KIraz over the rim of her glass. "Though I'm starting to think you asked me that question just to see how many boxes you checked." Her brows lifted playfully, but the smile tugging at her lips gave her away. She couldn't help her curiousity, and normally she might consider it too direct but something told her Kiraz enjoyed directness. "Do you think I tick any of your boxes?"
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𝑹𝑬𝑪𝑰𝑷𝑰𝑬𝑵𝑻 ⸺ @respairs ( bella ) 𝑺𝑬𝑻𝑻𝑰𝑵𝑮 ⸺ the henderson's
Roman had never felt more out of place in his life, which was saying something given he'd just spent a night in a jail cell. Staying at the home of the Hendersons had, quite literally, been the last place on earth he'd ever expected to stay after everything, but he couldn't help but be deeply grateful for them at the same time. Staying here meant avoiding the media circus outside his apartment and his family's home. The thought sat heavy as he stood out on the back patio, one hand wrapped around a glass of water he hadn't touched, the other shoved into the pocket of borrowed sweatpants someone had left for him. He glanced over at the sound of the door, watching as Bella stepped outside and joined him on the porch. There were a thousand things he could've said. Sorry, maybe. Or.. I didn't do it. Or.. this is the last place either of us thought I'd end up. But none of them felt right. So instead he cleared his throat, gaze dropping briefly to the stone beneath his feet. "Thank you," he said finally, his voice a little more quiet and rougher than usual. He'd truly never felt more dejected in his life. "For bailing me out. For.. asking your family to let me stay here. For a lot of things."
