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Writers, bold all of your character’s regular truths.

1. Smoking: the action or habit of inhaling and exhaling the smoke of tobacco or a drug. 2. Binge drinking: the consumption of an excessive amount of alcohol in a short period of time. 3. Drug abuse: the habitual taking of illegal drugs. 4. Nail biting: a common body language sign of anxiety/tension. 5. Lip biting: a common body language sign of anxiety/tension. 6. Night Owl: a person who is habitually active or wakeful at night. 7. Early bird: a person who rises, arrives, or acts before the usual or expected time. 8. Negative attitudes: a philosophy of approaching life with criticism and pessimism. 9. Positive attitudes: a philosophy of approaching life with optimism and confidence. 10. Swearing: the use of offensive language. 11. Superstitious: an irrational belief that an object, action, or circumstance not logically related to a course of events influences its outcome. 12. Inspecting fingernails: a common body language sign of boredom. 13. Scratching your neck: a common body language sign of uncertainty. 14. Foot and finger tapping: a common body language sign of stress/impatience. 15. Nose touch: a subtle body language sign of deceit. 16. Flipping hair: a common body language sign of craving attention. 17. Twirling hair: a common body language sign of flirtation. 18. Cracking knuckles: a common body language sign of readiness. 19. Hands behind back: a common body language sign of confidence. 20. Finger pointing: a common body language sign of authority. 21. Hands on hips: a common body language sign of readiness. 22: Hands in pockets: a common body language sign of mistrust/reluctance. 23. Frequent touch: a common body language sign of warmth/familiarity. 24. Throat-clearing: a common body language sign of rejection/doubt. 25: Jaw-clenching: a common body language sign of hostility. 26: Eye-rolling: a common body language sign of irritation. 27: Head-tilt: a common body language sign of interest. 28. Whistling: to emit high-pitched sound by forcing breath through a small hole between one’s lips or teeth; usually to a tune. 29. Humming: make a low, steady continuous sound like that of a bee; usually to a tune. 30. Perfectionism: refusal to accept any standard short of perfection. 31. Photographic memory: the ability to remember information or visual images in great detail. 32. Paranoia: a mental condition characterized by delusions of persecution, unwarranted jealousy, or exaggerated self-importance, typically worked into an organized system. 33. Exaggeration: a statement that represents something as better or worse than it really is. 34: Intuitive: using or based on what one feels to be true even without conscious reasoning; instinctive. 35: Quick-witted: showing or characterized by an ability to think or respond quickly and effectively. 36: Interrupting: breaking the continuity of a conversation with one’s own statements. 37: Doodling: to scribble or make rough drawings, absent-mindedly. 38: Irritable: having or showing a tendency to be easily annoyed. 39: Gambling: to play games of chance for money; bet. 40: Travel-sick: suffering from nausea caused by the motion of a moving vehicle, boat, or aircraft. 41: Sensitive: having or displaying a quick and delicate appreciation of others’ feelings. 42: Melancholy: a feeling of pensive sadness, typically with no obvious cause. 43: Chewing gum: the exercise of chewing flavoured gum which is not intended for swallowing. 44: Fidgeting: to make small movements, especially of the hands and feet, through nervousness or impatience. 45: Sceptical: not easily convinced; having doubts or reservations. 46: Neat-freak: compulsively obsessed with cleanliness. 47: Gossiping: divulging personal information about others. 48: Prim: feeling or showing disapproval of anything regarded as improper; stiffly correct. 49: Abbreviating: Giving others nicknames/shortening names/giving pet names. 50: Having a catchphrase: having a sentence or phrase typically associated with a specific person.

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Coming home had been something Coco had long awaited. Sure, she’d been home, with him in tow, which was misery-making. To pretend that she was happy and pretend that she was fine, but even then some people could see through it. She could remember last Christmas when Aaron had cornered her and demanded to know what was going on. He knew her too well. He told her to end it before she ended up being killed. "If he’s not gone by the summer, I’m calling the cops. The way he treats you…" Aaron had shaken his head, disgusted. "It just ain’t right." Now here she was, end of summer and she was home. For good. He was gone for good, because as it turns out committing arson that nearly wipes out an entire block earns you a long stay in prison.

She was glad it was done. She was glad she called Greg, despite the fact that she still could feel the space between them. The space she’d all but created when she danced with him - and then did more than dance - in Amsterdam. She wished she felt guilty about it, that it was wrong, but it had felt so right. Nothing since then had felt as right as being with Greg had; not moving to New York City to study marketing, and certainly not getting together with the world’s most controlling and manipulative man. Greg was her best friend. One of the few people in the entire world she felt closest to outside of her family. They were inseparable. But it felt weird to have her secrets laid bare, almost everyone in her family knew what he did to her, so calling Greg was the most logical option because she knew he wouldn’t try to pull the answers to the questions everyone was asking out of her: Why did you stay? What did you ever see in him? What were you thinking?

Coco ran a hand over her shorter dark hair as the train pulled into the station, letting out the breath she didn’t know she’d been holding, finally free when she smiled at Greg’s sign before pulling a weird, goofy face at him. A weird face that involved her crossing her eyes and puffing out her cheeks like a blowfish. Once she was certain he’d seen her goofy face - the same face she’d make at him when they were kids - she pulled back a bit to wave, giggling. Once the train was at a dead stop, Coco grabbed her things, all she had left to her name at this point, her purse and a single suitcase and got off the train before running right to Greg and dropping her things to jump into his arms. She squeezed him tightly with her arms and legs and murmured into his ear, “Hi, stranger. Thanks for coming to get me. God, did you get taller since last Christmas?”

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Greg's eyes searched the train as it began to pull into the station. His heart beat increased and he could hear the thump thump thump of it in his ears. He couldn't decide whether it was nerves or excitement running through his veins. Coco was his best friend - he loved the girl, but that was the problem. Too much alcohol in his system had caused them to cross an unspoken line that nether had brought up since. It was as if it was some bad dream, but the feelings from that night were anything but bad. Something had taken over from the pure lust that ran through his system and he was left with feelings that overwhelmed the young male. So much so that it ruined the rest of the trip and their connection. Since that night he had tried to forget his feelings bubbling under the surface for the girl he couldn't remember life without. It had seemed like the best option at the time, but knowing he would be seeing her again, the feelings demanded to be felt.

As always though, when he caught Coco's eye, the nerves vanished and an easy smile found its way onto his lips. She always had that effect on him. Any troubles he had dissipated as he looked at her. Laughing to himself at her goofy greeting, he retaliated with a look of his own; his eyebrows pulling up and together whilst the corners of his mouth turned down, giving him what he thought to be an adorable puppy dog face. But the face soon disappeared as the train came to a halt and his best friend came bounding over to him. If he hadn't have been prepared for greeting, the two may have toppled over in a heap in the middle of the station. Luckily, Greg had known Coco for too long and guessed her moves. Planting his feet on the floor, he all but dropped his makeshift banner in favor of catching Coco, his long arms wrapping around her waist to keep a hold of her.

"I couldn't exactly let you walk home, Coco." He chuckled into her ear, ignoring the fact that she had eleven other brothers and sisters who could easily have took his place. "Besides, if there was a chance of a gift from New York, who was I to argue with possible fate?" Pulling yet another face at her, the grin on his face only widened at her being home again. "So... You miss me?"

#p;1 #p;coco #akashe'sthegiftfromnewyork #ehehehe loser

He hadn't been expected the call, yet he had gone running all the same. She was his best friend, after all. He wasn't going to leave her stranded, even if one of her many family members could have offered her the lift. It was important that it was him to be there for her. It had been a while since they had spoken, yet even loner since the two childhood friends had seen one another. Since their trip across Europe, nothing had ever been the same. But with Coco in New York things had slowly begun to repair themselves. They rarely tiptoed around one another anymore, but now Coco was coming home. Now would be the time they proved that both of them were over what happened across the pond. She had been his friend for as long as he could remember and he couldn't bare the thought of their friendship being damaged beyond repair.

Now he was standing in the middle of Foxcroft's one and only station, waiting for his giant of a best friend. His heartbeat thrummed in his ears and his palms felt sticky with sweat. Wiping them down the front of his jeans, he held up his joke sign with 'Adams' written on the front as the train pulled into the station.