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Brea 'Breezy' Daye. "looks like royal in a thrift store dress,keeps my heart and her hair a mess,she goes where the wind suggests she goes, who knows, got a spirit that can't be tamed, she's a calico pony on an open plain" Tracking: itsallhappeningx

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notyourperfectkennedy:

Kennedy felt the tears falling from her face as her sister spoke. “It’s not your fault, you weren’t there, you couldn’t have known.” she sniffled and looked up at Brea, “We missed you a lot.” she wiped her now wet cheeks. 

Kennedy nodded, “Thank you” she whispered softly. “I-I’ll try.” Kennedy mumbled and sighed. “I-I just can’t help it at this point Brea.” she sighed as more tears fell from her eyes. 

Holding her closer, Brea sighed, her eyes closing as tears fell down her cheeks, “but it’s my fault I wasn’t there..” she whispered, blue eyes opening once again, “and I can’t take that back, but I can be here now..and I’m going to be. No matter what.” She swore. “I know you can’t.. that’s why we’re going to get you help. We’re going to go see the best therapist we can find, even if I have to take you to the city every single day. We’re also going to find a nutritionist so we can get you healthy. You’re going to be okay Ken, I’m going to make sure of it.” 

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to-be-fckin-frank:

Frankie shook her head as she chewed, doing her best to keep her eyes from watering. With a wince, she swallowed her bite and set the slice of pizza atop the plate, letting it cool down before attacking it again. 

“Nah,” she said, shrugging lightly. People always come and go in one’s life, after all; she was probably as fleeting in Jason’s as he had been in hers. “Do you?”

Brea’s encouragement made Frankie snort, only to have a goofy chuckle follow as she picked her slice of pizza back up, pointing at the stringy cheese.  “Cheesy, get it?” She laughed, far too amused by the bad pun to even consider cringing, which is what she would have instantly done had she not let go of a small handful of inhibitions. She took another bite. For a moment, Frankie struggled to consider what Brea was doing as honest, down to earth flirting; then again, everyone had different methods. Frankie’s were mostly nonexistent. Covering her mouth with the back of her hand, the Texan chuckled, a low, raspy sound that rattled in her chest. “I don’t bat for both teams, princess,” she declared, trying to make her words as clear as possible as she chewed.

Taking a bite of the cheesy bread stick, Brea shook her head, chewing and swallowing her food before speaking, “not anymore, we used to email when I was still in the city.. but ever since I moved to Woodstock and went from Brea Montgomery, socialite party girl to Brea Daye, normal girl who actually has to work for money.. I haven’t heard a peep out of him..” she admitted, it was something she had grown used to. Eventually she realized she didn’t need people like that in her life, the ones who only cared about her status and money.

Brea couldn’t help but chuckle at the pun, “dork” she teased, grabbing her beer and taking a long drink. She wasn’t actually flirting, and even if she was it was just her personality. The blonde was so playful and carefree that even when she wasn’t trying to, she seemed to flirt. “Oh, I don’t either.. At least not officially..There were a few times during my year at Columbia and possibly a couple times after when I was drugged up and living in a loft with four roommates who like’d to not wear clothes..” Brea rambled on,finishing her slice of pizza off and reaching for more hot wings.

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sergeward:

Serge wasn’t at all aware that this was something unique for Brea. To a degree, he was aware of how nice he was. That was because people reminded him constantly, that he was too nice and that it made him easy prey for things. He supposed that could be true and even thought it was nice that people noticed because it might have meant that they cared. He liked to think people cared about him as much as he did about them. Still, he always forgot in the middle of conversations that he was as kind as he was.

“Of course you deserve a second chance. It didn’t sound like you got much of a first one to begin with.” Serge reassured her. “This is really good, though. You know, a lot of people lead these sorts of lives and end up dying really young. You’re doing so well, you should be proud of yourself for getting this far. You’re helping people after people treated you poorly. That’s a real accomplishment. I barely know you and I’m proud of you.”

Serge nodded along to what she said, though hadn’t taken ever word in as much as he tried to seem like he did. It wasn’t her fault nor his, he just had issues focusing his attention. He even had a tendency to skip topics in conversation and occasionally, drift right back to them. “Well, I appreciate you thinking of me. It’s nice of you to tell me more than you had to.” Serge replied with a polite smile. “I don’t have much to tell besides what I’ve already told you. Otherwise, I’m sure I definitely would.”

“Yeah. Of course. We could find something to do, let’s take a walk and figure out what we both like doing.”

Brea wasn’t exactly sure why it was so easy for her to open up to Serge, usually it took a lot longer for her to share the secrets of her past. For some reason though, she felt comfortable with him, his kindness going a long way with her, and she could tell that he was loyal, a good friend, something the blonde really did need in her life.  A wide smile spread across her face at his words, he couldn’t possibly know how much what he was saying meant to her. Brea was very hard on herself, always wanting to help more, do more, she felt like she owed it to the world to give back after everything bad she had done. She wanted to balance out the good and bad, make up for her mistakes in whatever way she could. “Thank you..” she said in a hushed tone, “I don’t remember the last time someone actually said they were proud of me” she admitted, knowing it had been over a decade.  “I figured you deserved to know what you were getting yourself into by becoming my friend” she told him, chuckling softly, though she did mean her words. Brea put her laptop in her bag, swinging it over her shoulder as she stood up.  “Alright, lets get out of here, and you can tell me more about you” she grinned  as she walked towards the door. 

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milesxbelfour:

As Miles struggled to get his legs under him, the blonde helped him to his feet, holding him up where he staggered. A part of him felt guilty leaning his weight into the other, but she seemed to manage alright under it as they started the careful walk across the road to his apartment. He couldn’t help but appreciate the quiet tone as she promised to help and make the symptoms easier. While his head throbbed and it was hard to focus on anything other than the pain that racked his body, he got the impression she had been in his shoes, before. “Ben… Ben…” he tried to answer her question of what he was coming down off of, but he couldn’t seem to form the word properly. Swallowing hard as he shuffled his feet in the direction of the nearby apartment building, he mumbled, as best he could, “Klonopin.”

Brea walked slowly, helping Miles across the street, walking him towards the apartment he had pointed out. “Benzos? Those are a bitch to come down from..” she confirmed in a whisper, knowing his head was killing him, and that any sound was amplified to his sensitive ears at the moment. As she made it to the door, “keys?” she mumbled, but just grabbed them from his pocket, unlocking the door before helping him inside. “I’m going to run you a hot bath.. it helps with the chills.” Brea explained, walking into his bathroom, basically making herself right at home. As the tub filled the blonde walked back towards him, “think you’ll be okay for about ten minutes? I have a few things at home that might help..”

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marisoluna:

Marisol almost beamed when Brea mentioned jewelry with Crystal adorning them. It was her favorite thing in the entire store, even though her boss had stopped ordering them due to their lack of interest. Not everyone liked heavy and clunky rocks dangling from their necks. It was why Marisol had begun to make her own jewelry, even going as far as to bringing some to the shop and pulling them out whenever someone were interested in purchasing some. 

“We do! – We don’t have that many in store right now because they aren’t as popular as I wished they would be. But I do make some, and I actually have a few with me. If you’d like, you can tell me what you’re looking for and I can make one for you this week.” She walked over to her back and pulled out a gold chain with a nice light pink crystal and two silver one’s with a blue and purple crystal. “They all have different meanings. These aren’t healing ones, but let’s see if I can find one in the store for you.”

However, Marisol paused when Brea spoke up again. Her heart leaped in her chest when she said she hoped she wouldn’t take it offensive. Which was often what someone said before they said something mean. Her shoulders squared but instantly released when she voiced something mildly innocent. “Oh.” she almost laughed, then nodded. “Yeah. I’ve come in contact with some people in the past. I guess it depends how open the client is to speak to their relatives because they don’t often show up for me. But I’ve done it a lot in the past. It’s not something I can do here, however. I don’t have my board and candles, but I do take appointments at my home with those who’ve mentioned some interest in it.” Marisol explained while she watched the other. It was still something she was getting used to for she never really did it for herself since she hadn’t ever lost anyone too close to her. Her grandmother was still alive and aside from a few friends she’d made who had passed on to the other life, she didn’t dabble with her board as much as her grandmother did. It was dangerous and playing around with it too often could bring certain things into this life that she did not want surroundings her home. “Would that be something you’re interested in?”

"Really? That would be amazing..” she grinned, “these are really beautiful, you made them?” she questioned, her fingers tracing along the crystal necklace, I’d love to buy some.. You know, if you really love selling these..or branching out with bracelets or earrings I have a friend who owns a boutique in SoHo  and I’m sure if she saw these she’d love them as much as I do.”  Brea told her, smiling happily as she continued to look at the jewelry and crystals. She saw the look on her face as she spoke, and Brea didn’t understand it at first, but she guessed that Marisol had people be judgmental or cruel about what she did and who she was. Brea understood that, she knew what it was like.  “Really? I know it’s kind of a strange thing to ask.. But I trust you. I lost my best friend and boyfriend in a car accident eleven years ago..It was my fault..” she admitted in a whisper, “I had a lot of people take advantage of the state I was in.. mediums and psychics came out of the wood works..Most of them told me that Eve and Tristan blamed me, that they hated me, that it should’ve been me that died. I am open to connecting with them,I talk to them every day, ask them to forgive me.. and as weird as it sounds, I feel them with me. I just want to know if they know how horrible I feel.. how much I miss them.” The blonde explained, looking to the floor before up at the girl, blue eyes misty as she thought about her lost loved ones. “But yes, very interested.. I’ll pay whatever, and take your soonest appointment.”

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forrestlysander:

Forrest didn’t want to push his envy onto her so he just pocketed his hands and tried not to say anything that Feyre would disapprove of. Which was hard, he thought she’d be disappointed in most everything that he had to say. “So, you only have one house now? It’s not often people downgrade.” He thought there was a story there but he chose not to ask. Talking usually exhausted him so he tried to choose his battles and words carefully.

Forrest listened and was glad when she’d said she was joking, only for her to continue on and he’d get confused once more. He sighed, though not mad at her. He just really couldn’t comprehend other people. Sometimes, he thought it felt like he was missing out on basic human knowledge and language cues. “You make it sound like I’m a Netflix subscription.” He commented, his humor obviously very dry. “Sure, but that date sounds like a romantic-comedy. This is definitely not one, though if you broke my nose, it’d certainly make for an interesting twist. So, I guess I’ll accept just to see where this goes.”

“I can ask if they have any. Maybe they’ll make some for you if you bat your eyelashes at them. I don’t know, people tend to fall for that.” Forrest replied, a little amazed at himself for talking as much as he had.

"Only one house now, and I absolutely love it” she admitted with a smile, sure, the mansions and summer homes were beautiful and glamorous, but once she was cut off from her money as well as cast out of her family she no longer had access to her money. She made a pretty good living with her writing career, and that was enough for her. She learned the hard way that money wasn’t everything most people thought it was.  Brea still wasn’t sure how uncomfortable she was making Forrest, but seeing as he hadn’t gotten angry with her so that was a plus, chuckling at his comment about Netflix the blonde gave her one of her playful winks, “Netflix is one of the best things to ever happen to me.. so maybe you will be too” she teased, “you’d think so.. actually it was a pretty fun date, I was so high off the painkillers that even though the guy was a total bore, everything was hilarious..” she admitted, though she was clean off the drugs now, she hoped he didn’t think she was a horrible person for her old for love for drugs.  “I won’t break your nose, wouldn’t want to damage that handsome face..” she smiled, “oh yeah? Think I could get you to fall for the batting  of the eyelashes..?” Brea questioned shamelessly, she didn’t know him well, but she did find him fun to flirt with.

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Frankie paused. “Not…” She began, though slowly trailed off, trapping her bottom lip between her teeth before giving it a lick. Upon releasing it, she continued, “not Jason Rhodes, right? Or was it him?” 

She had to check. The Jason she knew had ended up stumbling down the wrong path; last Frankie heard, he was stuck in Vegas, up to his waist in debt. He’d always had a silver tongue, but, when it came to money, few were spared simply because of the power of spoken word. That, Frankie was certain of. Still, she’d been guilty of giving him discounts because of his doe-eyed, ever pleading eyes. 

The hot, gooey aromas of melted cheese and greasy chicken mixed with the harshness of the tobacco smoke; all of a sudden, Frankie was back in Adam’s basement bedroom, the back of her hand touching his as he taught her how to blow smoke rings. She let a few hop out past her rounded lips now, smiling up at them as they floated towards the ceiling, only to wobble into nonexistence before they could even begin to touch the plaster.  “Well… It might be a deadbeat job, maybe they, like… I don’t know, maybe there’s some dumb strict anti-pessimism policy or whatever,” Frankie shrugged, eager to start eating. Her stomach gurgled merrily, almost applauding the fest set before her. 

She took a slice of pizza and dumped it onto her plate, the latter having come to rest in her lap. The cheese burned her fingers, strings of it clinging to the plate’s surface as Frankie lifted it up towards her open mouth. It scalded her tongue, and she shoved the bite from cheek to cheek as she rolled her eyes at Brea. “Y’comin’ onto me, sugar?” The Texan asked through her mouthful.

”Rhodes! That was his last name..” Brea confirmed, finding it crazy that she had once dated one of Frankie’s friends, “small world huh? Do you ever talk to him anymore?” she questioned, thinking back to that summer she’d spent with him. He wasn’t exactly the most responsible or ambitious guy in the world, but damn was he cute, and he was exactly the kind of guy her dad forbid her to date. That made it even better.

As Brea continued to eat, she shook her head at Frankie, “no way, I can see it totally taking off.. You could even do other kinds of things. Like pickup lines, or cheesy jokes” the blonde chuckled, although she could really see a future in it. At the comment about her hitting on her, the blonde smirked, batting her long eyelashes at her, “would you be into it if I was?” she teased, giving her a wink as she shoved more pizza into her mouth.

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notyourperfectkennedy:

When Kennedy’s parents had kicked her out months ago for tarnishing the family name she really didn’t know what to do with herself. She had never been all on her own like that. The only person she could think to go to was her older sister, Brea. Kennedy hadn’t spoken to her in a long time with instructions from both of her parents not to do so. She was worried when she showed up unexpectedly on her doorstep that she might be turned away but Brea welcomed her with open arms. 

Kennedy tried to keep her problems to herself as much as she could just like she did at home. Even though no one was watching now Kennedy had a habit of not wanting to bother other people with her trivial problems, there were people out there dying for their countries and she didn’t want to seem like the whining rich girl. In the last three months Kennedy’s usual routine kept up. She would push the food around the plate but never actually eat it. She knew deep down that her sister would figure out what was wrong eventually but she was convinced she could fix it herself before that day came. 

The night finally came where the truth would all come out. Kennedy felt her sister slip into bed behind her as she groggily opened her eyes to look over at her. At hearing Brea’s words Kennedy shook her head, “I-I’m fine I don’t need any help.” her voice barely a whisper as she fought off the tears. 

Brea kept her head against her sisters, hearing the shaking words of the other blonde. Squeezing her hand she looked over at her, seeing that she was fighting back tears.  “I know beter than that.. I should have figured it out way before this, and I’m sorry that I didn’t. I know I failed you. And I’m so sorry.. You and Hollynn mean the world to me.. and the hardest thing about being away was not being there for you.” She admitted softly.  “I’m not going to do that to you again.. I’m going to be here. You can stay with me as long as you want.. this is your home now. And I am going to do everything in my power to help you get better.. but you have to try too.” The blonde told her, “I know how toxic our world was.. but perfection doesn’t exist Kennedy.. You’re slowly killing yourself, and I know I have no room to preach, after all of the ways I messed up my own life..But I don’t know what I would if something happened to you..” she mumbled, tears in her own blue eyes, “so promise me you’ll let me help you..”

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to-be-fckin-frank:

“Ever go to the skate park?” She asked, recalling the many days and nights she’d spend sitting on the hard cement, its surface beating against the sunlight’s heat as it sent it wafting back up towards the clouds. She could almost hear the multitudinous sounds of skateboard wheels rolling against the ground, swinging closer or further away; the clack of them whacking back against the park after a trick had been performed.  “Nice, man… I mean, I don’t really listen to The Beatles, but that’s fuckin’ awesome, y’know?”

A soft, fond smile settled upon her lips as she nodded, recalling countless sleepless nights during which she would plug her headphones into her father’s old record player and carefully let the needle land upon the tracks embedded into the vinyl. It drew a sigh from her lungs, one full of longing. 

“Well, shit, if it doesn’t have t’be realistic, I wanna, like… Write fortune cookie shit, y’know? But… Right, so, like– y’know how it’s always shit like, I don’t know, whatever, weird, positive stuff? Imagine crackin’ open one of those babies and reading shit like, in two days, a bird will shit on you. That’d be fuckin’ awesome, man.” Frankie snorted, imagining the various atrocities that she could slip into the treat, unbeknownst to the poor victims who would be unfortunate enough to come across her unique predictions.  “Well, sure, okay.” She couldn’t complain, Brea’s home was far cosier than hers, and the pizza hadn’t even been delivered yet, “we gonna braid each other’s hair and do each other’s fuckin’ manicures or some shit?”

"I did actually, I had a little summer fling with a skater.. his name was like Jason or something..” she laughed, it had been along time since those days. She loved it there though, the beach, the warm weather, the smell of the ocean and he constant list of things to do. “Maybe we should take a trip back there someday..” Brea grinned, thinking of the possibilities of a vacation.

Hearing the doorbell ring, Brea jumped up and grabbed her wallet, skipping towards the door. Opening the door, she smiled at the delivery boy who was shamelessly checking her out in her short shorts and ripped up tee. Once he had given her a total, $43.75,handing over a $50 as well as a $20 for a tip as he handed over the massive amount of food. Kicking the door shut with her foot since her hands were full, Brea walked back into the livingroom, placing the food on the coffee table. Hearing Frankie’s dream career,  the blonde chuckled, “that’s actually genius” she told her, calling from the kitchen as she went to grab plates, napkins and ranch before returning to her spot on the couch. 

“Seriously, people would buy the fuck out of those things.. I say you do it, I’d totally invest in it. People love novelty stuff like that..Imagine it, opening a fortune cookie that says ‘confucius says, you’re a dumb fuck’ it’s brilliant!” Brea chuckled, grabbing another beer and opening up the pizza box as well as the wings and cheesy bread sticks, taking a slice of pizza and dipping it into the ranch she poured on her plate before taking a big bite.  “Well duh” Brea giggled at her comments about braiding each others hair and manicures, “but we can’t forget the pillow fight where the pillows randomly rip and we dance around in feathers in our underwear” she chuckled, grabbing a hot wing as she glanced over at Frankie with a smirk. 

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@notyourperfectkennedy

Brea had been completely shocked when Kennedy had showed up at her three months ago, but without question she let her in. She knew what it was like to have the pressure of the world on your shoulders, what it was like to crack under that same pressure. Brea had done it in the public eye, the drugs, underage drinking, stripping on pool tables and getting arrested, her younger sister seemed to do it all behind closed doors.  She was trying her hardest not to pry into Kennedy’s life, she hadn’t seen the girl since before the nineteen year old was even a teenager. Their parents had even forced Kennedy and their other sister Hollynn not to talk to Brea, changing their numbers and making sure that Brea couldn’t influence the two most important people in her life. Now though, with the way the teenager was acting, Brea was scared to death. She was so tiny and frail, and the twenty seven year old had no idea what had caused the downwards spiral her baby sister was experiencing. Brea finally caved and did what she never thought she would, she called her parents. It had been over six years since she had spoken to them, but she needed to know what was going on with Kennedy. While her father refused to talk to her, Brea’s mother informed her of the nineteen year olds eating disorder, explaining that she had disgraced their family name again, just like Brea had. She also said she’d ship the rest of Kennedy’s things, that she was Brea’s problem now.  It left the blonde disgusted and heartbroken for her sister, but she made a promise to herself that she would take care of her. That she would help her get better. Tiptoeing up the stairs and into the room she had made up for Kennedy, Brea laid beside the sleeping girl, snuggling close. As the girls eyes slowly opened, Brea looked over at her, a sad smile on her face as she grabbed her hand, “we’re going to get you better Ken, I promise” she whispered, laying her head against her younger sisters.

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to-be-fckin-frank:

“949, huh?” Frankie smirked, pleasantly surprised by the familiarity of the other’s words, “I lived an hour away. Venice. Ain’t, like… The nicest place in Cali, but whatever, right? Better street-smart than a fuckin’ corpse!”

After an awkward chuckle and a sharp inhale through clenched teeth, Frankie brought her cigarette back up to her lips, taking a drag as she listened to the other speak. She slumped further into the pillows, almost sleepily. Prepared to even doze off at this point, Frankie wasn’t expecting any appreciation of the dying art that was listening to a good vinyl record; the fact that Brea had even mentioned such a pass-time had the Texan’s pale blue eyes widening.  “Well, shit!” She breathed, letting out a shocked laugh, “nice, man. Fuckin’ yeah– vinyls are the shit! I actually found this, like, collection of ‘em in the garage, turns out my dad used to be a fuckin’ punk or whatever before he went all… I don’t know. Yeah. But yeah, yeah– vinyls. Awesome. But, uh… Any career? Like… Does it have t’be fuckin’ realistic?”

"No way, I used to go to Venice to surf all the time.. I bet we ran into each other at some point and just never realized it.” she pointed out with a grin.  Seeing the surprised look on her face caused Brea to laugh, “as cliche as this is.. I fell in love with records when I heard The Beatles White Album.. I was like thirteen and my aunt played it for me, she’s the only sane person in my family.. but the sounds the record made, the crackles.. It gave it something extra that I fell in love with..” she beamed, finishing off her beer with a yawn. “nope, it doesn’t have to be realistic at all” the blonde told her, grabbing her pack of cigarettes and lighting another one, “also, there is no way in hell you are going home tonight.. it’s late, we’ve been drinking, so you’re staying here.” she told her, more of a demand than anything.

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forrestlysander:

It’d be a lie if Forrest said he wasn’t jealous, it sounded like a nice enough life. To have so many homes, that meant they had money and that was something he had to quite literally, fight for. If he could afford to pay off a house and consistently keep food on the table for his siblings, he’d count himself lucky. Mostly, he just nodded after she spoke. “Sounds exhausting. I can barely keep up with one apartment.” He admitted.

Brea was definitely one of a kind, something that rang true as she continued to talk to him. He wondered just when she’d leave, not in a sad and somber sense, but he did eventually frighten people away one way or another. Whether it was the shifts in his mood that caused him to act a stark contrast to who he usually was or his inability to hold onto conversations. “Alright, I’m pretty sure you’re kidding but my sense of humor is rather dry. Are you coming onto me because if so, this might be the strangest date I’ve ever been on.” He felt like there should be cameras on him or something, he felt a little ridiculous.

Maybe he was too serious for her. Still, he smiled at her, still overwhelmed. He tried to joke, “Breaking the bank, I see. You might as well go all out, order yourself a donut or two.”

Brea was fully aware that she seemed like a spoiled little rich bitch as she listed off her many homes, but in all honesty she would have traded it all for a normal life. A normal family. She knew that was a poor little rich girl cliche, but it was how she really felt. “It kind of was..” she chuckled, “I’m perfectly content with my house here.. It’s the first place that has ever really felt like a home to me..” she admitted. Though she had been joking about coming on to him, Brea as a known flirt, and there was no denying that the man next to her was attractive, but she wasn’t sure if he like mostly everyone else saw her as a dumb blonde. “You know, I was kidding.. but what the hell. Why not make it like, a trial date or something?  Dates are all about getting to know someone right? But to be fair, this doesn’t even crack the top ten of the strangest dates I’ve been on.. I mean, I once fell off a ski lift and onto a snowboarder and ended up on a coffee date with him....granted it was hospital coffee because I broke his nose and I broke my wrist, but still..” She admitted with a laugh. Making an ‘O’ with her mouth she tapped her fingers against her chin, “as long as they’re chocolate donuts with sprinkles you are totally buying me a couple” Brea teased, hoping she wasn’t making him too uncomfortable.

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sergeward:

Serge hadn’t been at the bar long when he heard a voice that was vaguely familiar. A glance to his right, he saw a blonde he was able to easily recognize. He smiled at her, then nodded. “Taken by you. What’s up, Brea? How’s everything been?”

A smile spread across her face, taking the seat next to Serge, “why thank you kind sir” she grinned playfully, “things are pretty good, what about you? What brings you out tonight?”

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j-holliday:

He took one long look at her, up and down, and rolled his eyes at himself. He knew exactly who she was; he paid attention to celebrity gossip blogs. He couldn’t judge though. He had his fair share of trouble with the likes of cocaine and heroin. It’d been fourteen years since he’d had any of either since then, however.

Amber shards of Molly was where it was at now. 

So he sat, not answering for a moment, looking down at himself with a celebrity beside him. He was wearing raggedy camo shorts, old flip flops, and an old grease stained tank top. He looked like downright shit and she looked like a damn goddess. 

Jules chuckled as he finally looked at her eyes. “Please, take it. The person who owned it was boring anyway. You’ll be doing me a favor.”

It was no secret that a lot of people knew who Brea way, after all six years before her name was on every gossip site there was. But after her brush with death years ago from an overdose, which of course was photographed and posted on every blog and in every tabloid, Brea had seen the toxicity that her lifestyle caused. It was then that she moved to Woodstock, leaving Brea Montgomery in the city, and Brea ‘Breezy’ Daye was born.  Looking man Brea offered a smile, taking a seat on the stool. She had probably seen him around before but they hadn’t officially met, which was a shame because even covered in grease he was very attractive.  “Well, I can promise you I’m anything but boring..” she grinned, giving him a playful wink as the bartender walked her way, “a vodka martini, dirty..” she smiled, “and get this gentleman another on me.” She told the bartender, handing over one of her credit cards. Once the bartender walked off, the blonde turned towards the man and extended her hand to him, “Brea Daye”

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sergeward:

Serge was a little fidgety as she spoke, but it wasn’t anything that she had done wrong. He tried his best to sit still and listen, though some days he just couldn’t help but need to move around, even a little bit. He shifted in his seat and then stretched a little bit to try to feel better. “Yeah, totally. I’d be down to kick it with you, always game for a new friend.” He told her and was truthful at that. He did like new people hanging around, especially those he got along with. Before he could ask what she meant about the novel and why she didn’t want people to know it was her, she turned the laptop towards him. He quirked a brow, but moved his seat closer so he could look at the screen but allow it to still be convenient to her.

He started to feel a little nervous as she typed, but soon became more or less surprised as he read through all of what she had showed him. It was horrifying, though not in a judgmental sense. More or less, he felt awful for her. Especially seeing the pictures that were taken of her, including the one where she looked to be deceased or on her way. With the last headline, he figured that was what had happened. He had been silent the entire time, really trying to process it. The weed usually made him slower in a certain sense, but his mind was so quick at a normal pace that mostly, he was just slowed to a typical person’s pace. “Shit, Brea. That’s really heavy.” He said first. “I’m so sorry.”

“I don’t have like, any deep secrets like that. I mean all I can say is I have ADD and and I’m married.” Serge told her as he looked over at the blonde. “It isn’t that I don’t want to be friends with you after reading that or not want to read your work, it’s just that I feel bad that you’ve gone through that, you know? They took pictures of you. You were like, dying and they took pictures instead of helping. That’s insane. I’m sorry they wrote articles and took pictures instead of caring.”

Brea finished off her coffee, smiling as he agreed to hang out sometime. It wouldn’t be a big deal for most, making a new friend. But Brea only had a handful of people in her life that knew her for who she was, not the person people made her out to be.It more than anyone could possibly know to have someone loyal in her life.  The blonde was basically holding her breath the entire time she watched him read the headlines and look at the pictures from her past. It was from the time she was fifteen up until she was twenty one when she moved to Woodstock.”I know.. and I’m not showing you any of this for pity or anything like that.. I just figured if we’re going to be friends, you should know who I really am.. or at least was. I’m not that girl anymore. I changed my last name from Montgomery to Daye about six months after I moved here.. I became a different person, someone worthy of a second chance, at least I hope I did.” she explained, smiling sadly as he he said he was sorry.  “It’s okay, honestly.. it came with the territory. My dad is a politician, nothing is really off limits to the media when you live your life in the spotlight. I mean I made my choices, the drugs, the partying, getting arrested..” Brea admitted, glancing at the photo where she was actually dead, she remembered everything about those couple of minutes. “It’s human nature to be fascinated by fame.. my dream was never to be in the spotlight, but it’s something I lived with, I like to think it made me stronger, more compassionate.. “ she offered a smile, “it was a different life for me.. I just figured I’d warn you so that if you ever found out about my past you wouldn’t think I was some sort of fraud.” Even if sometimes she still felt like one. Her name change, her writing alias, hiding out from the public eye in a small New York town.  “Anyway, enough with the heaviness.. what do you say to getting out of here and finding something fun to do?”

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 marisoluna:

Marisol was happy that the blonde had decided to show up after everything. There had been times when people had told her they would stop by, only to have them walk right by when they noticed just how frightening the place looked. It was innocent, and the bad rep that some medium got. In the same vein as voodoo did. It often scared everyone who’d seen video’s of punctured dolls. It was all bad misinterpretations. 

She was a little surprised by how kind the girl seemed to be. “Well, my lunch hour is coming up. So if you’d like, after or before our session, we can go out and get something to eat.” She asked the blonde, not wanting to send her out on her own. It wasn’t dangerous, but she felt bad about it. “Oh, the healing one is really good.” Marisol smiled as she took the crystal and pulled it out. “So, basically we have different ones. You can put them on your desk, carry the smaller ones without you. All you really have to do is open yourself up to everything it can bring you.”

Brea didn’t understand why there was such a fear of shops like this, or any kind of ‘magic’ in general. She understood it wasn’t for everyone, but she had respect for every kind of beliefs that people had. While the blonde wasn’t tied down to any religion anymore, she still had faith, she believed in karma and energy, and the power of prayer or sending good vibes someone’s way. “That sounds perfect” she grinned as they made lunch plans, though it would be more like dinner but either way Brea was excited to spend time getting to know Marisol. She watched and listened carefully as she explained the different crystals, “do you cell jewelry made with the crystals?” Brea asked, that way she could wear it at all times. She really did believe in the healing powers, while she had met skeptics, she knew there was something to it, there had to be. 

“Okay, I know this might sound stupid.. and I hope it’s not offensive.. but you said you were a medium right?” she asked, twiddling her fingers through her hair like she did when she was nervous, “can you like...communicate with those who have passed on?” the blonde questioned quietly. After the car accident that had claimed the lives of her best friend and her boyfriend, along with a stranger who was on the way to the hospital for the birth of his daughter, Brea had been curious if they were angry with her.  The accident was her fault, she had killed them, and that continued to haunt her for the last eleven years. Still, once she got clean she had done everything to try to make up for it, even though there was no bringing them back. No one knew, but even all of the proceeds of her novel went to Corey Harts family, the stranger from the accident, she’d set up college funds for the two children who were growing up without their father because Brea had taken him from them. She’d anonymously donated a million dollars to his longtime girlfriend. After the accident mediums and psychics alike had messed with Brea, using the details they knew about the accident to screw with her, saying her dead loved ones hated her and wished she would’ve died instead of them. Now, since Marisol didn’t know the details of her life, she wondered if she could connect with them somehow.