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Home|| F2F ⇄ Chris & Bridget

Bridget: She shifted her eyes down, looking up at him through her lashes, unable to make full eye contact as she let him do all the talking. It was only fair of her to let him say his peace, get it all out. They had fought about her leaving before hand, and he was right, she had just left. Gone and honestly never looked back. She had wanted to argue, opening her lips slightly that she hadn't run. At least not from him, but she stood there, watching his lips, her mind thinking of other things as well. Who was she to argue with him with what he said was true? She didn't follow his path of vision as he looked to the door and instead rolled her eyes at him. She was ridiculously good at pretending that everything was fine. If only he knew the half of it. How she had even convinced herself that everything was fine, even as she'd come home to the red eviction notice on her apartment door a few nights prior. But she wouldn't tell him that, wouldn't express that she had failed at her dreams, that he had been right all along that she shouldn't have left. She wanted to argue that he never believed in her, in a desperate act of defense, finally breaking her silence. "We were okay, and you know that's not true. I never pretended anything with you. And you're right, I'm here to rest my wing, was looking for some familiar faces after seeing new ones each day." She shook her head, letting out a small huff of anger, crossing her arms bitterly and taking another drink. "Fine, then don't take it. But it's there, I said it, conscience cleared. What would you like anyway? Another drink?" She shrugged her shoulders, giving him a daring look and sighing, trying to present herself as light an airy, as inside, she tried her best to do exactly what he'd just accused her of.

Chris: “Really?” He was so defensive that not even the drink he had just finished was calming him like he thought it would. Here he was trying to move on and actually go on a date only to see her. The one person that he thought had moved on and far away from him. “Were we good because where’s the proof to that?” He didn’t even want to argue with her but it was like he was only doing it for the closure he needed. “Funny, a really poor apology and you’ve got a clear conscience.” It only solidified his thought that he didn’t mean much to her. If he dind’t mean so much to her then why should she mean anythign to him? His face hardened as he continued figuratively swatting away her words. He wasn’t here for her apologies or to even be around her. He didn’t want to hear about how she was only here to rest her wing. “Glad I could serve as your familiar face,” Chris wanted to move away from her. The memories suffocating him. The thought of how she was the person he would often dream about, only waking up to realize that she wasn’t there. He thought about how she was still the name he would search if he ever was bored at home and had a computer in front of him. She was the person that had stopped his life when he left. He didn’t want to hurt because she had just left without so much as a goodbye. “I can’t do this.” His adam’s apple showing the struggle it was to push the lump down his throat. It was as if life was telling him not to move on no matter how much he wanteed to. “I’m supposed to be here moving on or getting over you.” How stupid was it that he was still getting over someone who seemed so fine without him. “Fucking Kismet.” He looked around looking for his date, but not catching sight of her. For all he knew she had backed out and hadn’t even told him that she wasn’t going to show.

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Morning || F2F ⇄ Mariah & Kyle

Kyle: tried his best not to question what was happening right now, and just embrace it. Embrace their physical closeness though they felt oceans apart almost. He only nodded his head at her, and made mental note to pick out some blankets in general the next time he made a run to target. He's hands trailed around her, making small circles on her back with the pads of his thumbs. He wasn't sure what she was saying, thinking there might be something deeper laced in her words, but if only she would speak up. He looked down into her eyes shaking his head, silently begging her to talk to him, to give him more than just what she was saying in such few short words. "I won't, ever." His smile quirked up into a bit of a smirk, keeping his hands in position around her, squeezing her a bit tighter. "I don't hate your dad." He let out a little chuckle, trying to sound convincing, not sure if he could convince himself of that either. "There's a level of fear that comes before the hate if we're being honest." He let himself off with a little laugh, his eyebrow quirking at her and nodding along. "Of course we're going to be okay? I mean, unless your dad's coming to kill me in my sleep or something, then I'm going to have to disagree, I won't be okay." It was typical Kyle, go for the joke, he wanted to express some normalcy between the two of them. Maybe get back to normal that way. "Should I start practicing sleeping with one eye open?"

Mariah: There was so much she could have told him. How much pain she was in and just why she felt like she needed her mom. Fighting back her tears she nodded her head knowing that Kyle did mean what he said. "You said before the hate, meaning there is some." She chuckled knowing that she had caught Kyle on a slip of the tongue, her quick lawyer prowess catching on words that could have meant nothing to anyone else. "I doubt he'll be any more blood lustful than usual," she hid her smile. Even after all this time she found it oddly endearing just how protective her father was of his "little girl". "If you start sleeping with one eye open then I really will sleep on the couch. I do not want to roll over in the middle of the night and see that." She laughed, pressing her hand on his chest. For a moment she had forgotten all about the pain and had actually slipped back into what she felt was her former self. The self before all the heartache and loss. "You can always practice being your golf swing," She hinted. "It would be great for you and my dad to have some common ground. Or... just anything to be on the same page with him would be great."

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Cake? || F2F ⇄ Juliette & Johnny

Johnny: Processing Juliette's words elicited a groan from Johnny, and he could feel a slight pulse in his own groin area. His face reflected how he was feeling and he looked at her, wondering how he'd gotten this lucky right now. "Well, I guess I'll just have to lick up the mess it's making quickly." He was completely lost in her and had honestly forgot there was actual dessert in question. He could only think of her. Feeling her teeth drag into his lips he let his fingers dig against her skin a little harder, nodding his head, ready to devour her. "You're definitely sweeter. Can't say no to you if I try." He breathed out quickly not wanting to waste time on words. He licked his lips as she pulled off her shirt, his hands eager to touch as she spoke quickly and sprinted to the bedroom. Johnny moving just as quickly as she did, hot on her tail as they passed the hall, and into his room. Johnny wasted no time catching up to her and lifting her off her feet in a motion and practically tackling her onto the bed. "I think there's too much I need to unwrap before I can eat my cake." He played, moving towards her, leaning over her as his hand found her bottoms, fidgeting with the clasp before beginning to yank them off.

Juliette: Any girl would have been happy to stay in their open area ready to be devoured by their boyfriend. It was just Juliette that was a big more conventional when it came to her romps with Johnny. Giggling as she felt her hair halo around her she held her breath, her stomach caving towards the bed. Her panties already a lost cause she brought her legs through, kicking the lace off to the side. Exposed to him now she felt a shiver go down her spine. "I think you have someone else that needs more attention anyway." She bit her lip before grazing her hands against her own body. One hand stopping at her nipple she let the other wander between her legs. Bending one leg she teased her clit, brushing past her bundle of nerves. "Johnny," she whispered to call his attention instead of letting him focus on what she was doing. "Little help here."

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Text: Bridget ⇄ Juliette

Bridget: Well I understand staying in with your hottie. The going out would just be to have a couple of drinks and have fun. But we can do that with your hottie with us another night.

Bridget: So you can just go home and get laid afterwards.

Bridget: He very well could have, but I was not sticking around long enough to find out. Still cringe worthy when I think about it.

Bridget: I do not. Chris was not a weird one...

Juliette: Are you kidding? If we are going to hang out he can stay home just so that I can be your wing woman.

Juliette: I can always come home and get laid or go to his place.

Juliette: Chris was weird and broody and all around had very little personality. He was like a mannequin. Too pretty and stoic

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Text: Brett ⇄  Noelle

Noelle: It's three am... I'm not supposed to make sense.

Noelle: I'm delirious because someone is keeping me awake all night.

Noelle: Okay... maybe I'm a lot more jealous.(deleted)

Noelle: Do you want me to be jealous?

Brett: You can't blame staying up on me. I'm just as wrapped into this as you are.

Brett: I want you to be happy.

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Text: Christopher ⇄ Noelle

Noelle: Well, you better hurry and get on it, the clock is ticking, you're losing time.

Noelle: Wow, someone is grouchy over there.

Noelle: You don't have to be so cranky. Loosen up a bit, will ya?

Christopher: You make it sound like I'm already dying. Just relax and stop trying to push me into a relationship.

Christopher: Loosen up a bit? My little sister is trying to set me up with someone just because she'd rather focus on my relationship than her own.

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Text: Christopher ⇄ Noelle

Noelle: That's what happens when you get old, everything goes. First you hearing, your eyesight and your bladder control.

Noelle: Only if you do.

Noelle: This is what I'm talking about. You're not over her.

Noelle: And you are not dead weight. Even if you're a butthead, you're a catch. Someone is really going to like that about you.

Noelle: You're my brother, everything is my business.

Christopher: then I've still got a lot more to go before losing bladder control and you're not going to be the one taking care of me

Christopher: this isn't your business Noelle. Stay out of it. I'm not kidding.

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Text: Brett ⇄  Noelle

Noelle: I put the reminder in my phone right now. It's set to go off in a few years if we're lucky.

Noelle: ;P

Noelle: Well aren't you just an overall amazing catch. You're going to make some girl really happy one day.

Noelle: I'm a little jealous.

Brett: You just said it would take years for me to be with someone and then said that I'm an amazing catch in the same stream of texts. You're contradicting yourself a lot.

Brett: and it's too bad. The girl I want to make happy doesn't want to be happy (deleted

Brett: only a little?

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Home|| F2F ⇄ Chris & Bridget

Bridget: Bridget couldn't help the sting she felt as she heard the bitterness in Chris's voice, but what did she expect? She knew when the inevitable of running into him while she was home, happened, that he wouldn't be thrilled. She couldn't blame him. She had left him. She'd always justified that it was to follow her dreams, to get out of the small town and she didn't regret it, but she did regret hurting him like she so clearly had. She was stumped at what to say to him, not sure why he'd come over if he was still so angry with her. Trying to figure out exactly what was going on in his head as she just took his jokes about shopping, picking up further just how not pleased he was with her. So when he said "peachy" she didn't exactly trust his words, but she took them at face value though, swallowing hard, trying to get the sinking feeling in her stomach to go away, but it proved to be so hard, especially as she looked into his eyes and could see some of the damage she had done. "That's good, I'm glad you're good." She said sincerely, meaning every bit of it, and looking down at her own drink she was nursing, fiddling with the straw for a moment, shifting in her heels, daring what she was going to say next. Breathing in as her eyes found his again, she finally got the words out. "Look Chris... I'm sorry."

Chris: scoffed at the thought that they had come to be these people. That they had come to be the people who no longer recognized each other. "Save it Bridge." He held a tighter grip around the glass, somehow falling into the old way he would call her. Sometimes things didn't change, almost like his mouth had muscle memory when just saying her name. "You want to act like everything's fine, like you didn't walk out on me for years, like you didn't... run, fine. You can keep pretending." He could see the girl he was supposed to be meeting over Bridget's shoulder but didn't make eye contact with the girl. He focused back on his ex, now bringing his face closer to hers. "Now what? You're done traveling the world. You come back to what? Rest your wing? You know before you run off again." He looked at her with hard eyes. "Go." He looked towards the door all while catching a whiff of her signature perfume over the smell of the alcohol. "That's what you do best, right? Leave. Or is it pretending like everything's okay because you're getting pretty good at that too. Maybe you've always been good at it. Pretended that we were okay before you left. That you loved me." He had questioned so many things when she had left. Had he been the only one in love with her? Had there been cracks in the foundation all along? "I don't want your apology."

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Morning || F2F ⇄ Mariah & Kyle

Kyle: "We can pick up new blankets, I don't mind. I can get them, or we can get them if you want to pick them out." He really didn't care at this point. He could tell by her words that he'd been wrong and didn't understand what she had meant, and he hated the subtly in that. He used to understand her, to know what she was thinking even before she even spoke it. He missed those days. He just missed her. It was odd to miss someone who was in the same room as you, a hallowing feeling that he couldn't even begin to describe. Continuing on with what he was doing he let his shoulders rise and fall shaking his head and dismissing her apology. "It's fine. It's your parents. It's not like you invited my worst enemy to stay here." Though he refrained from comparing her father to just that. He knew the man wasn't his biggest fan, and all he wanted to do was win him over, but now he wondered if it was even worth it to try with the state their relationship was in. Feeling her touches he was almost taken back and it took him a minute to actually answer her, hoping his silence wasn't misleading. "Yeah, I'm sure." He stopped what he was doing and dried his hand on the dish towel before twisting around so they were face to face, he wrapped his own arms around her. He tried everything he could to shake away the feeling of awkward he got, and hoped that she didn't feel how stiff his arms seemed to be, but maybe he was creating it all in his head. "If you need some time with your mom don't worry, you never really have to ask my permission for that." He said what he meant and he meant it, he looked down at her a smile on his face to show how much he did support her and the things she needed. "I miss you too." He echoed, wanting to say so much more, picking up on her careful choice of words but treading lightly all in the same breath. He didn't want to overload her and scare her away.

Mariah: "No, you can pick them out. I trust you." She masked her avoidance by her small comment of trusting him. At least that was true. That would always be true. She trusted him to make decisions, she trusted him in many different ways, it wasn't a lack of trust in their relationship that was causing her to be so closed off. Now in his arms she took calmer breaths than before. "Don't let me go." She wasn't sure if she was saying it in the physical sense or even the literal. Don't let me go was her way of begging him to not leave her even if they were going through such a hard time. They had been together for years. This was just something that would pass, something that she had to work through alone for now. Her arms hooking around his back to keep her close she just needed to feel him near. "You say that like I'm supposed to believe it. You hate my dad." Even with that fact Mariah smiled at her boyfriend. Her dad always thought that Kyle wasn't good enough for his little girl even when Mariah loved Kyle more than anything. "But, everything is going to be okay. They're going to visit and everything is going to be okay. We're going to be okay."

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Text: Christopher ⇄ Noelle

Noelle: I'm not worried about him. I'm worried that when we get older I'll have to change your diapers or something because you never found a wife to do it.

Noelle: It's not the fact that you're single, it's the fact that you need to get over that... /you know what/.

Noelle: Mom always taught us if you have nothing nice to say we shouldn't, and I've got nothing nice to say about her.

Christopher: Why is your first thought of me being incontinent? I wouldn't want you touching me.

Christopher: will you stop.

Christopher: there's no one to get over. I'm over her. I'm done. She wanted to go out and try to be on tour then that's on her and I guess I was just dead weight but that doesn't mean i need to be out there dating.

Christopher: keep your nose out of my business, rugrat.

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Text: Brett ⇄  Noelle

Noelle: My lips are sealed. Not getting anything out of me. At least not in writing. Then there's evidence and not just my word against yours.

Noelle: Eh, I wouldn't say trouble, he's just been a little lame lately. I've wanted to spend time with him, but it's apparently hard to find free time for me.

Noelle: -insert eye roll here-

Brett: I'd make time for you if I were with you [deleted]

Brett: shouldn't you be with a guy that wants to be with you? [unsent]

Brett: yeah that sounds like it sucks. Remind me that if I ever get a serious girlfriend that I need to make her a priority.

Brett: wait. I don't think i would need a reminder for that since that's something I would already do.

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Text: Bridget ⇄ Juliette

Bridget: Okay... you totally got me there. You win. :P

Bridget: That's going to be my goal for tonight when I got out with a few of the people I met on tour. They're in town. You should come out with us!

Bridget: Nope, I did not do it with Fabio. Nothing crazy to write home about. There was a cute roadie or two along the way, a couple make outs with random locals at after parties.

Bridget: There was one guy though... oh my god he was weird. He had this thing where he was obsessed with my feet. He came to like a few of the shows I hadn't even realized and like he was cute so I thought nothing of it, and then when we were hooking up I caught a glimpse of his phone and my feet were his background! He'd taken the picture at one of the other shows!

Bridget: I found security reaallly quick after that.

Juliette: I always do.

Juliette: I would except I have a really hot guy I can go to so I don't need to go out and try to get laid.

Juliette: GROSS! You found a stalker with a foot fetish. That's the double whammy of creeps. All he needed to have was mommy issues or bed wetting and you would have had creepy bed encounters bingo.

Juliette: then again you do have a thing for the weird ones.

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Morning || F2F ⇄ Mariah & Kyle

Kyle: Kyle just watched her as she ate for a moment, wondering how long this pointless conversation would continue between them. Sure there were household things to discuss from time to time, but Kyle was tired of it being the only thing they talk about. But yet here he was, just adding to the conversations instead of bringing up deeper things. "I'm sure we have a blanket or two in the linen closet we could add. Don't they have those aluminum ones or whatever they are, the silver one in there anyway?" He finished a few things on his plate before turning to put the dishes in the sink. "Not a fun one?" Kyle asked over his shoulder giving his eyes a little roll. How often lately had she gone to say something and stopped. He knew she couldn't talk about the cases much until they were settled, taking her job seriously, but he had wished she would. He was glad that his back was to her when the subject of her parents continued, this way she couldn't see the upset on his face. "Nope, must have slipped your mind." He stated and shrugged his shoulders before opening the dishwasher. "I get it. And nah, I don't mind. They're welcome here anytime." He meant it when he said it but couldn't help the feeling that it was going to be a bad trip. Wondering if he should visit his own parents to get out of it but knowing it would only probably cause a bigger rift between them. He probably should have shared his concerns with her but sighing he just finished the dishes trying to hide his upset.

Mariah: "You're right, we do have the emergency heating blankets," she corrected without mentioning that was the exact term for what he was talking about, "But I was thinking that we would use the blankets for comfort reasons and not just or practicality." She sighed as she continued to eat. How long could they actually play this game, the one where she mentioned pointless things to keep her secret. "Yeah, not fun." Before she would at least find some time for Kyle but now it just hurt knowing the type of future they could have had. " I could have sworn I did. I'm so sorry." So sorry for a lot more than neglecting to mention her parents coming into town. She reached out to him, stopping him from possibly starting on the pans he used. "Are you sure?" She came as close to him as she possibly had in a long time, her lips close to his shoulder. Pecking a kiss on his skin she swallowed back the emotion she hid beneath the surface of all her calm. "I just feel like it would be good for me to see my mom," she admitted without giving the exact reason why "But I know how much they stress you out." Her hands went to hold him, she took in his scent. "I miss you," she admitted instead of saying missed as in last night she didn't bother to correct her statement.

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Text: Bridget ⇄ Juliette

Bridget: To some it's a pudding emoji. Pudding is an odd nickname that some people use.

Bridget: Now you're just stroking my ego. Continue please. I could use the boosts.

Bridget: I don't know... I think maybe it's best to move on. I'm sure he's moved on. Let's move on shall we.

Bridget: Ah, yes, thank you for saving me from that jealousy. I'm definitely feeling it right now. But I'm sure you're feeling greater things. If you know what I mean. ;););)

Bridget: Oh yes, lots of things on tour.

Bridget: How bout we catch up later. I'll be by in the morning? I'm heading out with a couple people. Enjoy the sex. Don't do anything I wouldn't do.

Bridget: I mean unless you're into some really kinky stuff, then get it girl.

Juliette: no one calls it the pudding emoji. It's a literal pile of poo.

Juliette: I'm pretty sure you can find someone to stroke more than just your ego.

Juliette: Okay, to moving on.

Juliette: so tell me about your tour encounters. Anything that competes with trashy smut novels with weird looking sailors on them?

Juliette: come by any time.

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Text: Brett ⇄  Noelle

Noelle: Regretful things. I can't say them, I'll regret them duh.

Noelle: I don't know if I'll let him be the doggie's father. He'd have to prove himself first.

Brett: usually you have to say the regretful thing before you regret them.

Brett: sounds like you're saying there's trouble in paradise.

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Text: Christopher ⇄ Noelle

Noelle: Meh, whatever. You're the lame older brother.

Noelle: Which I've decided we need to get you out of the house more. You should start dating again.

Noelle: It's a little sad that I'm in a relationship and you're not.

Christopher: again with the dating thing? Shouldn't you be worried about your own relationship with your toddler?

Christopher: there's nothing sad about being single. Stop meddling in my life kid.