hey , you leave your charger at my place? i found one that definitely isn't mine
[text — 11:47am]
also coach says hi
well not specifically
he just yelled at me and i thought you'd appreciate that
[text — 7:31pm]
you okay? haven't heard from you today . do you need me to get you from class?
[text — 11:18pm]
i'm erm gunna go to sleep . nor?
[voicemail - day two]
"hey, nor -- okay, now i'm definitely getting worried because you've ignored, like, seven texts and i know i miss things sometimes but you definitely didnt tell me about anything that meant you wouldnt be here ... so somethings wrong or you got kidnapped. " "don't get kidnapped." "just call me when you get this, okay? i know you're probably busy. i just... yeah. okay. bye. "
[voicemail - day four]
"hey."
"i went by your apartment. your car's gone. your neighbor said she hasn't seen you in a few days. if you're mad at me, can you just tell me you're mad at me? because i'm starting to do that thing where i replay every conversation we've had for the last six months and honestly i'm running out of conversations. what did i do wrong nora. "
[voicemail - day five]
"nora."
[voicemail - day six]
"nora." "i'm outside your building. your name isn't even on the mailbox anymore. i thought maybe..." "i don't know what i thought." "i brought your favourite coffee." "which feels stupid now because it's been an hour." "and it's cold. "
"i just don't understand."
"you disappearred and i don't know why."
"that's not how this works."
"you don't get to be here every day and then suddenly..."
"just tell me you're okay."
"that's it."
"i don't even care about anything else right now."
"just tell me you're okay."
[voicemail - coach callahan]
"noah. it's coach. listen... i wouldn't normally do this and frankly, if you weren't one of my guys, i probably wouldn't have. but i spoke to the dean. nora's taken a study leave. everything was approved through the university. she withdrew from classes before the semester ended. that's all they could tell me."
"i'm sorry, kid."
the message ended. noah listenee to it three times. then a fourth. his jeep was feeezing but he couldn't bring himself to move. phone still pressed against his ear long after the call is over. study leave. withdrawn. approved. past tense. she was gone. for weeks he'd convinced himself there was an explanation. a dead phone. family emergency. anything. anything except this. except the possibility that she had planned it. that she'd packed her life into boxes while he was at practice. that she'd left without saying goodbye. that she was already gone before he even realised he was losing her.
and for the first time since the texts started going unanswered, noah didn't reach for his phone. because suddenly he understood. she wanted to be gone.
🏒 : laughter escapes column of his throat, “ it was a joke, bro. ” palm then pats the other's shoulder lovingly before retracting, digits moving to curl around the neck of an abandoned beer bottle. “ no way, man, not again. did you check under the couch? shit, what about the freezer? ”
" you have to make sure your jokes are funny so i catch them next time . " noah wasn't stupid , slow sometimes sure , but he knew people thought he was dumb . he just needed , clear instructions . " yea and i checked every boot in the entry way i didn't drop them in anyones shoes either , there's like a million sets of keys here now though which doesn't help. "
the party had reached that point in the night it was winding down. she had lost her friends, her jacket was nowhere to be seen and the amount of couples that had now scampered off for a moment of peace and... well, something, bellamy had lost count of those three pairings ago. but in the dwindling of the celebrations and riding her buzz, bellamy wasn't quite ready for home yet. the house felt different now. less chaotic. emptier in places. the music had been turned down from deafening to merely annoying, abandoned cups littered every available surface and somewhere upstairs somebody was attempting to sing along to a song they very clearly didn't know the words to. with a sigh, she pushed herself off the couch and wandered toward the kitchen in search of two things: one, water. two, hopefully her missing jacket.
what she found instead was a disaster zone. "jesus christ," she muttered, staring at the collection of bottles and cups scattered across the countertops. at least it gave her something to do. rolling up the sleeves of her borrowed sweater, bellamy started gathering empty cans into a trash bag she'd found abandoned beneath the sink. it wasn't her house, but years of growing up around a diner had left her physically incapable of looking at a mess and simply walking away from it. she was halfway through clearing a section of counter when another figure appeared in the doorway. bellamy glanced up. paused. oh. that one.
maverick.
she knew exactly who he was. everyone knew exactly who he was. hockey player. campus menace. professional heartbreaker. walking reason half the female student population made questionable decisions. unfortunately for him, bellamy had spent enough time around athletes to know ego was often their favourite food group. so instead of acknowledging any of that, she blinked at him innocently. "...sorry... " she said after a beat, tilting her head. "do i know you?"
🏒 : “ let's fucking go — that's what i'm talking about, baby, first win of the season! ” deep vocals sound over partygoer chatter and thumping bass as he stands atop kitchen island, king surveying his dominion. glacier blues soon cut to nearest figure, hopping to the ground with a thud, “ here, take this shot or get the fuck out. ” toned upper limb is slung around other shoulder's, tiny plastic cup filled to the brim with clear liquid, sloshing as he plucks it from granite and pushes it towards them. “ nah, i'm playing, but seriously, don't be a pussy. take the shot. it's a party. ”
" if i go where will i sleep tonight ? " noah asked , a frown forming on his face . he was going to take the shot , he always took the shot but he supposed he couldn't stop grier for telling him to get out if he wanted him too . could he ? it was his house but sure it was also griers and he wouldn't want to make the other upset in his own home . " you'd like have to take my keys to keep me out too , actually no i lost them again . "
a CLOSED starter for @hxartlcss, ft. summer and noah !
for once , summer wasn't in the middle of the chaos — instead comfortably perched on the living room sofa , tucked into noah's side . the hockey house was loud in the way only frat parties managed to be ... music vibrating through the walls , voices overlapping in heated conversation and someone definitely about to get yelled at for standing on furniture . but summer didn't care enough to look up for long , lost in their content little bubble . and noah's phone was much more interesting , balanced between them as she scrolled through the endless photos from earlier when she'd forced him to be her photographer for the night . " oh my god " she groaned as she landed on one picture in particular . more natural , caught off guard . " delete this immediately , i look awful . "
noah's head lifted from where it'd been resting against the back of the couch , attention dragging away from whatever disaster was currently unfolding across the room . there was a crash somewhere in the kitchen followed by several voices yelling at once , but he'd long since accepted that was somebody else's problem . or more likely it would be his problem , but in the morning . he didn't want to deal with it right now . instead , his eyes dropped to the screen between them. " what ? " he frowned immediately . the photo in question was objectively one of the better ones . candid . warm . the kind people spent hours trying to recreate on purpose . his confusion only deepened . " sum you look like you , there's nothing awful about this photo . " he muttered , pulling his phone from her grip before she could get rid of it .
open starter for event 001 ! | the hockey boy's house ...
" do you know what i think would make this party better ? drunk shakespeare . " the announcement came following the finishing for her fourth beer , or was it her sixth ? she was acutely aware it wasn't number five because she had left that one somewhere . or had she ? " wait what was i saying ? " her hum followed as she squinted to clear her vision for a moment . " oh right , all this house and not one stage , where does the entertainment happen! "
..........𝗈𝗉𝖾𝗇𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗿𝘁𝗲𝗿 , 𝗱𝗲𝗹𝗶𝘃𝗲𝗿𝗲𝗱𝗍𝗈 : anyone @ the house party !
..........mid party.
....................it wasn’t like she never enjoyed parties , she was human . she was young and in college , she enjoyed parties . but she also knew how chaotic they could be and this party , well it was no different . the heavy bass of some remixed old song thumped so loudly in her ears that she could feel it reverberate in her chest , the red solo cup in her had half empty and certainly tasted like fuel rather than punch but she wasn’t about to touch the keg of beer ( she had taste , after all ) . she weaved , bobbing in and out of bodies quickly , attempting to find somewhere easy to breathe , the hazy atmosphere heavy on her lungs and she’d almost made it through the throng of people , spotting a space between bodies , but it seemed like someone had the same idea , bodies colliding enough that her cup slipped from her hand , slamming to the floor with a splash at her ankles . ❝ ⸺ shit , you okay ? ❞
bellamy couldn't remember the last party she'd had a spare minute to attend . if she wasn't working she was at rehearsal and if she wasn't at rehearsal she was studying and if she wasn't doing that either she was usually trying to cram in some much needed sleep . parties ? they hadn't been a luxury she could afford as a teen so she'd never really , missed them . tonight though ? tonight was her shot , the year hadn't started enough for her to be drowning yet and she needed to take the opportunity whilst she could . the sprinkle of , whatever , over her bare legs was enough to bring her back down to earth for a second , a small oft leaving as she rubbed at the spot where impact had been made . " jesus lay , didn't know you could pack such a hit , they draft you to the team this year ? "
an OPEN starter from summer portman, @anyone in attendance !
where: the hockey boys off campus house.
when: mid party.
summer had been having a perfectly good night , right up until the exact moment disaster struck . one second she was making her way through the hustle of crowded bodies , drink in hand and feeling cute , the next there was an alarming crack beneath her foot . " you're kidding me " the femme froze , staring down at the heel of her boots that had completely snapped off . and for a moment she simply looks at it in disbelief , before eliciting a dramatic groan . " this is the worst " clutching the broken heel in one hand , the petite blonde limps towards the nearest wall and immediately flags down the first , and unfortunate , person who happened to look her way . " this is literally an emergency ... don't just stand there , help ! " she demands , holding the piece of broken shoe as evidence , " i need opinions , or a solution ... or like , a miracle ... " her gaze narrows momentarily , " and before you say it , no . i can't just take them off , i hate that idea . "
" oh no . " the giggle that left her was immediate as she looked at the broken shoe in hand . she was luckily , quite used to the dramatics of the blonde before her given how many classes they shared . sadly , she was also about four red cups too deep for the seriousness of the situation to really provide any help in this situation . " erm , we could break the other one ? they'd make a very cute pair of flats ? "
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