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bispencejager‌:

The past few weeks had been particularly rough in Spencer’s world, so much so that she’d opted to skip out on school for almost the entire time. She needed space. She needed to cool off. And that’s exactly what she did. But now she was back; and she’d received a more than welcomed text from Marissa to schedule a sleepover. Of course she couldn’t refuse. So once things were planned, the brunette made her way to the older girl’s house; and having been let in by one of the girl’s many siblings, she made her way to the other’s room and knocked. “Good thing I turned sixteen back in March then!” She called back in response to Marissa’s words before turning the knob and pushing open the door.

As soon as the door opened, Marissa bounded over to Spencer, enveloping her in a giant hug. It had been way too long since they had spent time together and there was so much to catch up on. Given her flirtations, she wondered how Spencer would react to the recent developments with Carter, but Marissa knew better than to dwell on that for too long. “Okay, next time you decide to ghost out on school, make sure you text me! I was starting to think that you were an October illusion.”

#{ spencer }

@bispencejager

Between swim team practice, dance team rehearsals, college applications, and senior year class projects, Marissa had a lot on her plate and rarely had a moment of free time. So much so that she hadn’t seen Spencer since Dare Night. That needed to be remedied immediately. She texted the younger girl and organized a sleepover for them to catch up and watch even more movie musicals while gorging themselves on junk food. She had missed Spencer’s company and needed a good girl’s night. She was putting the finishing touches to their movie lineup and snacks when she heard a knock on her bedroom door. “Come in! Unless you’re under the age of fifteen. No little kids tonight!”

#{ spencer }

tristantylers‌:

“I was being fucking polite, cut me some slack. You’d rather I look at you like some creep?” At least even drunk, Tristan remembers his manners. When Marissa points out that Tristan was more tight-lipped between the both of them that night, he only shrugs. “Not my fault you get blabby when you’re drunk.” Besides, Tristan wasn’t as drunk as he could have been. Not that he knows what his ultimate drunk form is like. He’s very careful about not losing control. (Most times.) He’s been getting very careless this year. Sloppy. But it’s Senior year. The last hurrah. Perhaps it should be allowed. “Besides, it’s only a weakness if you let it be,” he points out, in his weird way trying to tell Marissa to chill about the fact that he has this over her. “If you’re honest about it, balls out, I won’t have shit against you. Not that I’m gonna use this against you but,” he shrugs, taking another sip of his sofa before putting it back on the nightstand.

“I never pegged you as the polite type, Tristan. You’re becoming a softie. Didn’t realize I could have that effect on you,” she teased. Marissa could be a lot of different things when she was drunk. It highly depended on the company. She could be a full blown raging bitch around someone she just barely tolerated. She could be very flirtatious towards anyone she found attractive. And apparently at that point of the night around Tristan, she felt like she could bare it all and be okay. “I feel like I should get some dirt on you. Just to make myself feel better about being on an even playing field.”

#{ tristan }

ericbrxdford‌:

Eric pursed his lips at the comment. At the end of the day, the prank had simply been his attempt at over-compensating to make it painfully obvious that what he had with Tilly was truly over. Apparently, Eric had outdone himself in accomplishing the task. “I don’t know if I would say hate but…” he shrugged, letting Marissa fill in the blanks how she’d like. Collateral damage. Did Eric truly believe that that’s how his childhood best friend, now ex felt about him? He had never been a victim of her wrath in the way that others did. He had seen sides of her that Tilly wouldn’t dare share with just anyone in this town. “Tilly’s… complicated,” he finally admitted, not knowing what else to say with out giving his true emotions away.

“Complicated... or selfish? I suppose it was best that she showed how much she truly valued our so called friendship earlier rather than later. It’s whatever. I can’t say that she’s changed over the years given that I don’t spend time with the girl, but from what I see, it’s still the same old Tilly who doesn’t give a fuck about anyone who doesn’t fit into her agenda,” Marissa replied with a shrug. “If you truly loved the girl, you wouldn’t put her through that kind of shit. And if you say that you love her and still do that, it’s pretty fucked up. Even if I did get a laugh out of it.”

#{ eric }

emerson-forester‌:

“Maybe for you. That’s just not how I do things.” She liked trying to impress people. Trying to make things easier, nicer, better for them. It didn’t mean that she didn’t put herself first… just that she had other people in mind, too. “What’s your favorite one?”

“Suit yourself,” Marissa said with a shrug. It wasn’t her place to force her ideas on someone else and the girl seemed pretty fixed in her ways. “Mashed potatoes always. Whipped with extra butter, garlic, and parmesan. I also make some pretty decent cornbread.”

#{ emerson }

tristantylers‌:

Tristan listens attentively, intrigued by her condition. He doesn’t particularly care that she suffers from it, and he thinks that’s a good thing: he won’t treat her differently just because she does. But he’s curious to know more. The human body, illness, science, medicine, he’s always open ears for that sort of thing. It’s why he chose AP Bio over Chemistry. He likes knowing how people work on the inside, and how it varies from person to person. “Don’t be. It’s a part of you. No need to be coy. Besides, you’ve taken a shower in front of me – not that I saw anything,” he’s quick to say before she says anything, “But I feel like we’re past the point of ‘overshare’. Don’t you agree?” He takes his soda from her nightstand and takes a sip.

“Yes, I did take a shower in front of you and you acted like you’d turn to stone if you looked at my lady bits,” she chuckled. While she had been wasted, Marissa had sobered up enough to recall that part of the night with Tristan. It was perfectly innocent, which was not something that she had expected. “And if I do remember correctly, I overshared. You did not. So you officially are the one who has something over me.”

#{ tristan }

tristantylers‌:

If there’s anything Tristan can admire, it’s putting in effort to achieve what you want. That’s why he likes Marissa as Swim Captain. She gives a shit and she works hard. He can appreciate that. At the mention of her meds, he turns his attention to her briefly. He can’t remember it in so much detail – he was drunk and extremely tired – but he recalls it had something to do with her ovaries. Or something like that. It allows for complications where she might not be able to have children. “Does it hurt right now?” He asks. “Where does it hurt usually?”

Marissa nodded. “Some days are worse than others. Today, it’s a mild annoyance, but that’s with me being medicated,” she confided. "The pain moves... it’s weird. Sometimes it’s in my back. Sometimes it’s in my pelvis. Sometimes it’s both. When it’s both... it’s definitely a struggle to get out of bed in the morning. Sorry. Major overshare. I just don’t really talk about this.”

#{ tristan }

emerson-forester‌:

“You know what? You have a point. It isn’t like I have anyone I’m trying to impress, either.” She laughed, not even realizing that the joke could be read as self-deprecating. For the first time in a long time, she only had to think about herself during the holiday season. No Ella. No Alex. No Ash. It was almost nice. “I see what you did there. Though… no ham for me. I’m more of a turkey girl, myself.”

“Hon, the only person you ever have to impress is yourself. No one else matters. Ever,” Marissa pointed out. She was very much into doing things for herself. Nice lingerie made her feel sexy. Dancing and working out made her feel strong. Reading made her feel informed. Other people enjoying the side effects of her actions was a mere after thought. “I’m a strictly sides girl. I don’t really like turkey that much.”

#{ emerson }

emerson-forester‌:

“Because… I don’t want to get sick. Or go into a food coma. We made so many for Thanksgiving, and now I’m tempted to eat all the mashed potatoes we have left. But then again… I also want to fit into my clothes.”

“The only clothes you’re required to fit into during vacation are sweats. And maybe pace yourself. Let some digest before you completely go HAM on those mashed potatoes.”

#{ emerson }

spearpearson‌:

“I know you don’t…”, Rowan said softly. “But it just feels like I should do something nice for you back. I’m a people pleaser, it’s like a compulsion.”, she added with a shrug. Oh, Rowan was not expecting that she was terrible with compliments, so she blushed as red as Rudolph’s nose and wrapped her arms around herself awkwardly. “Thanks… Thank you, Mari. A little self confidence wouldn’t be that bad to have.”

Rowan’s embarrassment was completely obvious and admittedly adorable. Marissa had confidence to spare and if she could provide some to someone in need before she graduated, then she could leave happily. “Don’t force it, sweetie. I’m sure if something comes up, you’ll do it. You don’t need to do anything right away. It’s no big,” Marissa assured the girl.

#{ rowan }

tristantylers‌:

Tristan smirks, allowing himself to take a step back when she shoves him. Cheeky, he thinks. He shakes his head lightly. Weirdo. He’s not a weirdo. He’s just awesome. Painfully so. Everyone should get on his level. Or not. He wants to be the only one on his level. With his little plush friend taken away, Tristan takes that as a sign that he should return to his place on the bed, going over to it and hopping back on, making himself comfortable once more. “Yeah? You ready to impress them?” Because Tristan no doubt is. It’s not even a question. He practices like he’s competing, he isn’t leaving anything to chance.

“As ready as I can be. I’ve been practicing non-stop and got my refill of pain meds just in case,” she replied, being completely transparent. There was no need to hide her condition around him. Tristan already knew and as far as she was aware, he wasn’t looking to share that information with anyone else. They both knew how much was riding on the meets where the scouts were present. She was desperate for a ticket to freedom as well as a chance to help her family. And if the scholarship was enough, she would be able to use her savings for the surgery that she needed.

#{ tristan }

mr-smith-carter‌:

“I mean, it’s not what a lot of kids our age do though. At least not around here. Seems like most our classmates would rather hang around the same old house parties and get drunk on weekends. I would love to go with you to some. Even if it’s something I’ve already seen, I’m sure it would be a whole new experience with you,” he suggested, excited to figure out her taste. “Yeah. That’s kinda my big goal right now. Maybe not a huge city, but I would like to get my family somewhere with a more options for my siblings. I just want to be able to give them more than this town has to offer.”

She stopped them in mid-stride and draped her arms over his shoulder around the back of his neck. “I really like this. Whatever this is. Wherever it’s going,” Marissa grinned widely. She was doing a terrible job at keeping her cards close to her chest, but she was enjoying herself too much to keep her mouth shut. Keeping her mouth shut was already difficult enough. She grazed her lips against his before pulling back and biting the inside of her cheek. “So, where do you want to go now?”

#{ marissa }

mr-smith-carter‌:

Carter laughed at her classification of his few hobbies. “So it might sound super weird or like make me sound like an old man, but I love going to movies or concerts that I’ve never heard of. Something about feeling like I’m discovering a new film or a new sound is exhilarating for me. Sometime I drive to the city on a whim and just by a ticket to the fist concert hall I see. You meet a lot of cool people too.”

“That is not what old men do. That is actually really cool. I’ll have to figure out what you haven’t seen from my list of favorites and see if there’s any concerts coming up,” she chuckled, feeling good about the prospect. It wasn’t very often that she found someone that she meshed with so well, especially in Northlake. “After living in Northlake for so long, I know that I definitely need to settle down in a city. I get bored so easily around here.”

#{ carter }

emerson-forester‌:

“All I want to do is eat my weight in mashed potatoes. Is that too much to ask?”

“And why can’t you? Treat yourself. I know I had plenty of mashed potatoes myself.”

#{ emerson }

elshdlgo‌:

“ hey ! a bit weird seeing you here . “

“Yea... I didn’t think that I’d be able to get away from Thanksgiving early, but here I am in the flesh.”

tristantylers‌:

When Tristan’s attention is directed towards the plush skeleton toy, he smiles and moves off of the bed to get a closer look at it. He takes it from the shelf and holds it to his body. Cute, he thinks. At least there’s that. He turns around to face Marissa and hands holding the arms of the toy as he makes it move to his will. “I’m Marissa and I’m jealous Tristan won the King of Halloween,” he says in a voice he thinks matches the plush toy, high-pitched and cartoonish. “Look, we’ll reenact me cracking an egg over your head.” He shuffles over till he’s in front of Marissa. With that, he takes the arm of the toy and brings it over Marissa’s head, ‘cracking’ the ‘egg’ like he did. “Booom, egg-nihilateddd,” Tristan says in his best impression of a deep video game voice, making the plush toy rub the pretend egg into Marissa’s head.

“You’re such a weirdo,” she scoffed, grabbing the plushie from him and giving him a playful shove. It was a stupid little toy and anyone else outside of their school wouldn’t know its significance. Even so, she wouldn’t give it up for anything. It was all that she had after high school was over. Marissa had already submitted her college applications, but without scholarships, it was unlikely that she would leave Northlake. “So, I heard that we might have some scouts at our next couple of meets,” Marissa mentioned.

#{ tristan }

tristantylers‌:

“Sounds like Nat,” Tristan admits with an amused half-smile. “Glad I could end the night so beautifully for you. He’s extremely pleased to know he’ll always have the image of Marissa with egg all over her head in his memory. When she mentions his Dare Night win, the Jock is smiling wide for a whole new reason. “And how do we feel about that? Me winning? King and all.” He pauses to let them bask in the truth of that little matter for a beat. “Is someone jealous?” He pokes, voice teasing before he chuckles. He sips on his drink before he rests it on Marissa’s nightstand. “I still have the crown if you want to know what it feels like.”

“I suppose if I had to lose to anyone, it’s not terrible that it was you. Don’t tempt me with that crown. You may never get it back,” she chuckled. Pointing up to her shelf to show her prize, she spoke up again. “At least I placed. And I have that little plushie to show for it. I think it’s pretty damn cute.” It was a good night overall until the hangover of the next day and the mysterious threats ruined the memories.

#{ tristan }

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