[yours-stella-asher-xo]

Isabel was going to live. This was the main thought that was repeating itself over and over in Stella’s head ensuring that she couldn’t concentrate on much else at all. Isabel was going to live, get married to some doctor who spent six months at a time trying to save the rainforests or some nonsense like that. She was going to have adorable little kids and be a wonderful mother. She would always be there now- Stella would never have to worry about packing or learn how to ball socks to ‘utilize the space’. They were going to have forever together despite everything and everyone who kept trying to kill them all collectively. Still, not even the air of aftermath from the War could dampen her quiet spirits because Isabel was going to live. She couldn’t help smiling every time the thought passed her mind. Sure there a million other things she would have to think about, recognize and deal with- important things- but right now all she cared about was the relief that filled her head to toe at the knowledge that her twin was going to be okay. So there she was, tucked away, hair down and with the last night’s make up on sifting through an old photo album.

"Gods, why daddy ever let me believe that my fringe looked fine after Isabel got a hold of the finger nail clippers is beyond me."

[jared-phelps]

After prom, Jared had made a point of hiding away in his room again. As if the war hadn't been bad enough, he had had to deal with everyone's excitement over a dance. Because that was all it was; a dance. Sure, in high school, he imagined it was quite wonderful; you get a date, you get her the flower thing, get a limo, party all night, et cetera. At this one, however, he hadn't done a lot of partying. He had discovered that his friend had been stabbed and had one dance that hadn't even been instigated by him. After pacing back and forth between his table and Stella's, her twin sister had finally grabbed him and forced him and Stella together. Not much had even been said, but right after it, Jared had made an excuse to leave and said goodnight. Now, as he made his way out of Vanity, he spotted the girl that hadn't seemed to leave his mind.

Even from the side, and with her nose stuck in a book, Jared could still tell the difference between Stella and her sister. Before he even realised what he was doing, he was walking towards her. Seeing it was a photo album on her lap, he smiled. "Are you kidding? You looked adorable."

[jared-phelps]

OLIVER

O. MY EYE COLOUR.

Blue.

L. ONE OF MY INSECURITIES.

I’m starting to get really insecure about how I should be answering this question. [Already answered]

I. HAVE ANY TATTOOS OR PIERCINGS?

None. [Already answered]

V. LAST TIME I CRIED.

I don’t think I’ve really cried for anything in particular since I was a kid. Sure, there’s the occasional times where I don’t get enough sleep and I become really emotional over everything, but nothing stands out. Last time I listened to You’re Still The One.

E. MY BEST FRIEND.

Annabeth [Already answered]

R. FAVOURITE SONG AT THE MOMENT.

[Already answered]

[jared-phelps]

C L A I R E

C. WHO I LIKE AND WHY I LIKE THEM.

I- uh… I don’t- I’m sorry. I’m not talking about that. I don’t even know if I like her, I just- And even if I did she probably doesn’t- Plus she’s- No. Stella.

L. ONE OF MY INSECURITIES.

I’m insecure around girls in general. Does that count? [Already answered]

A. WHY MY LAST RELATIONSHIP ENDED.

My Shania Twain CD collection was bigger than hers. [Already answered]

I. HAVE ANY TATTOOS OR PIERCINGS?

None. None, at all.

R. FAVOURITE SONG AT THE MOMENT.

[Already answered]

E. MY BEST FRIEND.

Annabeth [Already answered]

[jared-phelps]

D-R-A-K-E

D. HARDEST THING I’VE EVER BEEN THROUGH.

Probably finding out who I really was. Getting attacked on the way to school and having my step-mom turn out to be my protector was a pretty difficult thing to go through.

R. FAVOURITE SONG AT THE MOMENT.

That Don’t Impress Me Much - Shania Twain

A. WHY MY LAST RELATIONSHIP ENDED.

Because Shania Twain’s my wife. [Already answered]

K. RELATIONSHIP WITH MY PARENTS.

Well, I’ve never met my mom so I’d say my relationship with her was better than the one I currently have with my dad. He hasn’t spoken to me since I came here. Even before our relationship wasn’t the best.

E. MY BEST FRIEND.

Annabeth [already answered fully~]

[jared-phelps]

S T E L L A

S. A RANDOM FACT ABOUT MYSELF.

Shania Twain is my wife.

T. AGE I GET MISTAKEN FOR.

I don’t know. Sometimes people think I look about mid-twenties, other times people think I’m still like sixteen or something. I have “one of those faces" apparently.

E. MY BEST FRIEND.

Annabeth. Honestly, I’m beginning to think the only friends I have on the island are her and Kendall. At least, I think Kendall’s my friend.

L. ONE OF MY INSECURITIES.

Um… probably my body. It’s not very… yeah.

L. ONE OF MY INSECURITIES.

I’m probably going to fuck up if I ever have sex.

A. WHY MY LAST RELATIONSHIP ENDED.

I’ve, uh, never had one.

[jared-phelps]

Spell out your name in my ask box (dooooo it)

A. WHY MY LAST RELATIONSHIP ENDED.

B. FAVORITE BAND.

C. WHO I LIKE AND WHY I LIKE THEM.

D. HARDEST THING I’VE EVER BEEN THROUGH.

E. MY BEST FRIEND.

F. MY FAVOURITE MOVIE.

G. SEXUAL ORIENTATION.

H. DO I SMOKE/DRINK?

I. HAVE ANY TATTOOS OR PIERCINGS?

J. WHAT I WANT TO BE WHEN I GET OLDER.

K. RELATIONSHIP WITH MY PARENTS.

L. ONE OF MY INSECURITIES.

M. VIRGIN OR NOT?

N. FAVOURITE PLACE TO SHOP AT?

O. MY EYE COLOUR.

P. WHY I HATE SCHOOL.

Q. RELATIONSHIP STATUS AS OF RIGHT NOW.

R. FAVOURITE SONG AT THE MOMENT.

S. A RANDOM FACT ABOUT MYSELF.

T. AGE I GET MISTAKEN FOR.

U. WHERE I WANT TO BE RIGHT NOW.

V. LAST TIME I CRIED.

W. CONCERTS I’VE BEEN TO.

X. WHAT WOULD YOU DO IF (…)?

Y. DO YOU WANT TO GO TO COLLEGE.

Z. HOW ARE YOU?

[jared-phelps]

"Holy shit..." Jared stood at the door of his manor, seriously regretting his decision to step outside. When the attack had happened, he had made the choice to stay indoors. He didn't want anything to do with it. He had no need to play the hero of any situation and he couldn't help but think that leaving his room would be the death of him. That's when faces began to flash in his mind though... Annabeth, being the first. He couldn't lose her, and knowing her as well as he did, he knew she would be out there. Much to his surprise, the thought of losing Kendall upset him a great deal too, even Drake flashed in his mind. It was the image of Stella though that finally pulled him to his feet. Now here he was, on a battlefield without a weapon. Great.

[yours-stella-asher-xo]

She didn’t know what it is. Maybe it was the way his voice was all soft like he was actually concerned about her or maybe it was because she was lost and scared that it didn’t matter who he was, he’d just caught her in the wrong place at the wrong time but when he asked her what happened she felt her shoulders jerk as a sob escaped her mouth, either that or someone had just strangled a cat nearby.

“My sister’s going to leave me. She’s going t-to leave me, she’s going to leave Jared, she’s going to leave and there’s nothing I can do about it, t-there’s nothing, I can’t-…”

[jared-phelps]

"Woah, hey. I'm sure she's not-" Jared stopped himself. He didn't know her sister, he didn't know what her reasoning was, so he wasn't about to start trying to make her believe in something entirely false. "Hey..." hesitantly, he moved closer to her and gently put his arms around her, pulling her into a loose hug. "What makes you think that she's going to leave you?"

[baby-i-am-cold-inside]

What was everyone’s problem here? They all seemed inclined to talk to him for some reason. Drake moved to get his own cone, figuring that he needed something to buffer his temper if he was going to be forced into a conversation. So it wasn’t really his fault for the reaction to Jared’s next comment, seeing as how he hadn’t even gotten a single scoop of mint chocolate chip yet. “What certain girl? What do you know? What trouble?" he demanded all in one breath, grabbing the other by his collar with a harsh jerk forward, “Who told you?"

[jared-phelps]

As Drake grabbed a hold of him, Jared released his grip on the ice cream cone and sighed heavily as it dropped to the floor. "Sake, look what you've done." He sighed a second time, directing his gaze from the splattered ice cream to Drake. "I'm just assuming." he admitted, "Stella was really upset about what happened to Isabel, figured you might be so on edge for the same reason."

[warloving-ken-doll]

"Hmm…" he stalled, taking his time to scan over the list and stroke an imaginary beard. After a moment, Kendall decisively shook his head ‘no’, despite pushing it back in Jared’s arms. “Number Eighteen: do something crazy," he stated, offering his explanation in a pointed look, "… You have to do something crazy! Look, just think of me as your guardian angel. If you don’t do most of these things, I’ll throw you down in Tartarus."

[jared-phelps]

Jared rolled his eyes at Kendall as he tucked the list away. "It's not really that easy, you know." he started, sounding a little more huffy than usual. "I can't just do something crazy. I don't know what I could even do!" he laughed a little, but there was no humour in the tone.

[warloving-ken-doll]

Kendall cupped his hand behind his ear, a slow grin taking form when the word finally registered. “Fuck!" he echoed, though considerably louder. And by ‘considerably louder’ that meant he screamed it right in Jared’s face. “See?" he smirked, draping a heavy arm over the other’s shoulder, “Doesn’t that feel better? Freeing?"

[jared-phelps]

Admittedly, Jared jumped for the second time that evening as Kendall yelled in his face. "Yeah... freeing." He didn't sound convinced, but he was glad that he didn't seem like he was going to make him yell it. "Can I get that list back yet?"

[obviously-another-dumb-blonde]

"Sometimes?" she laughed, raising an eyebrow, “Try all the time. We’re a bunch of ADD, highly trained kids stranded on an island after all." Annabeth smiled, enjoying the comfort of someone that wasn’t trying to give her an aneurysm with every sentence. She almost forgot that there were some genuinely nice people around, and she most certainly wasn’t above blaming Jared and his anti-social tendencies for this being so. As he continued though, her brows arched even higher and it took a moment to connect the dots in her head. “Twins as in Kit and Kat? Oh, so you’re the ‘jerk’ that Kendall keeps grumbling about," she smirked, before putting a sympathetic hand on his arm, “I haven’t had the pleasure of meeting them, but I’m sure they’re nice girls, albeit huge flirts. Not that I could really blame them around you, but, hey. Don’t dwell too much on it, I’m sure they haven’t stolen your hair or anything freaky like that."

[jared-phelps]

"That's true." he nodded with a smirk. "Yeah, Kit and Kat." Great. So everyone knew about it. "I'm a jerk now? Jeez... and here I thought I was being a gentleman for not taking advantage of two drunk girls." Kendall's such an ass. He couldn't stop the thought from forming in his mind. God, just because he didn't want to treat a girl like shit, he was a bad guy? How was that fair? "Oh, shut up." he laughed, rolling his eyes. "I'm nothing special and you know it." His eyes widened a fraction. "You don't think they would actually do something like that... right?"

[baby-i-am-cold-inside]

Indigence irrationally spurred in response to Jared’s answer. Honestly, it was bad enough that he had to deal with his own sarcasm, he didn’t need to put up with someone else’s. Drake raised his head, showcasing a scowl, before forcing himself to hover over toward the tubs. “I was minding my own business," he replied curtly, scooping a healthy amount of ice cream into a cone, “Something you should probably learn to do." Shoving the treat toward him, Drake pushed out a bright smile and knocked the book off the counter so it was out of sight. “That’s two drachma. I hope you have a great day; full of sunshine, promises, and whatever else it is that makes people cheerful."

[jared-phelps]

What was everyone's problem here? They all seemed to hate him for some reason, or they were just weirdos. He felt kind of bad for thinking that, but who could really blame him? The only normal person here seemed to be Annabeth. Maybe Stella too, but if he told anyone that they would probably think he was the weirdo. "Right... So nothing to do with a certain girl? Cause as far as I can tell, she's causing a lot of people to act weird." He took the cone from him, tempted to tell him that he actually wanted a tub not a cone, but he refrained.

[warloving-ken-doll]

Kendall pouted and promptly pushed up on his tip toes to keep the paper out of reach. “Say it!" he implored, waving it around. Giddiness bubbled up and he couldn’t help but giggle, despite the stubborn way he held his jaw. “Come on, just whisper it even. I won’t tell anyone! You’re going to be a failure! Loser! Do you really want to have this list hanging over your thoughts for the rest of your life?!" Maybe he should be a life coach. Yeah, Ken could totally see himself going into that career. Only if they let him get wasted while he was coaching though, of course.

[jared-phelps]

This right here was why Jared never made the conscious decision to talk to people. They always annoyed the shit out of him. Granted, on certain occasions, Kendall actually amused him a little, but this wasn't one of those times. "Would you just- Ugh, fine!" He lowered his voice to a whisper, "...Fuck."

[yours-stella-asher-xo]

“Ha,” she smiled before her face fell and automatically stepped backwards away from him as he moved forward but she stopped as her back hit the wall. She was being silly, irrational but she didn’t know what she was doing anymore. She wanted to say sorry again but she was interrupted by his voice. She looked up at him with big brown eyes that felt constantly on the brink of tears and with every word he said she felt them fight to shed themselves. She pressed lips together, her fingers absent mindedly twirled a curl because she didn’t know what to do.

“You’re right, I don’t know you,” she snapped before stopping herself. Her bottom lip quivered ever so slightly and she closed her eyes, “I don’t- It hurts. Everything hurts and I don’t know how to make it stopped. Why won’t it stop?” she opened her eyes and slowly looked up at him, “Sorry, I don’t- You don’t know me and I’m totally just talking at you and not making sense and- and-,” she felt the lump re-form in her throat.

“I don’t know what I’m supposed to do,” she almost whispered, “I don’t know what I’m supposed to do Jared.”

[jared-phelps]

When she moved back, Jared stopped. He didn't want to make her feel uncomfortable and he could tell when a girl needed her space. He should probably just walk away right now, but he simply couldn't. Maybe it was true that guys just couldn't resist the whole damsel in distress thing, either way though, he wanted to help her. Just... anything so that she would smile or... hit him with the bottle again. Just something.

Jared's brow furrowed slightly as she snapped, and it remained furrowed as she continued. "It's okay. The fact that you barely know me is probably better, yeah?" He sighed, wanting to move closer to her again, but he refrained. "What happened, Stella?"

[minmudden]

[obviously-another-dumb-blonde]

“Why are you even out here anyways? You know that the mermaids enjoy drowning people, righ-” Sentence being caught off by her own sound of surprise, Annabeth couldn’t do anything else but grin as she was suddenly enveloped in warm arms. She fought down her first instinct to shift her footing and use his weight against him to throw him down, and eventually returned the hug as well. “No, but you sound like a crazy person,” she laughed, raking a hand through her hair to calm the curls off her face when he let go, “Oh, don’t you worry. I’ve been avoiding everybody- no need to get any feelings hurt.” Flashing a smirk, she physically felt her shoulders relax as she waved a hand to gesture the water. “Not that I’m the only one guilty of avoiding other people. What are you doing out here?”

[jared-phelps]

Jared let out a small laugh when her hair fell down over her face and he almost reached forward to tuck it back himself before she did it for him. He really had missed seeing her face. She was one of the few people he had actually managed to make friends with here and, if he was honest, he'd probably say she was his best friend. "Other people are crazy sometimes." he admitted almost sheepishly. "Pretty sure the mermaids have started to get used to me anyway." He shrugged his shoulders, then proceeded to run a hand through his hair. "My avoidance might also be caused by a set of twins that couldn't keep their hands off me at a bonfire a few nights ago." Just saying those words make his cheeks darken, the memory of that night still clear in his mind.