[jamespetersmarch]

[jakesjohnson-deactivated2016090]

[joel-castillo]

st0neds0nny

The young man walked inside, red eyes in slits, the sign of a freshly smoked Sonny. He was met with the scent of syrup and bacon in the air, making his stomach growl. “Dude,” his face split into a grin. “You’re the fuckin’ best,” He laughed a bit, before grabbing a plate and taking portions of everything. “Holy shit, I forgot you cooked like this.”

“What can I say, bro? You know how much I love food.” He grinned and grabbed two separate plates: one strictly for a stack of pancakes and one for eggs and meats. Joel quickly found a spot at the kitchen table, setting his breakfast down before playfully squeezing his friend’s shoulder. “I hope you enjoy it all, dude. I put my bleed, sweat, and tears all into it this morning.”

[whitehouseshq-blog]

Joel Castillo is twenty-two years old and is known as The Hopeless Romantic within the group. He’s commonly mistaken for Tyler Posey and is unavailable.

“I had nothing to offer anybody except my own confusion.”

m e e t   m a x —

+ enthusiastic, loyal, sensitive.

- childish, impulsive, naive.

s o c i a l n e t w o r k i n g —

@joelboy; - “I made eye contact with this girl in line at Walgreens. She was wearing a  Smash Mouth shirt I’m no longer considering myself single.

@joelboy; -  I just want to drink sodas with someone and talk about how crappy life is without each other. I mean isn’t that the American dream? I also want a burger but whatever.

c e l l p h o n e —

outgoing text to Sebastian;  ”How did you get my number?”

outgoing voicemail to Skye  “I can’t wait to see your face.“

e x t r a b i t s —

After completing high school and receiving his diploma, he attended the University of Oregon in Eugene, Oregon for four years. Joel completed an apprenticeship in two years and received his Bachelors of Arts, earning his license after a lot of work. He now works at a well known tattoo shop in downtown Portland, where he resides in a studio apartment.

On the night of her death, Joel watched Laurel climb into the vehicle to leave after embracing the girl and saying goodbye for the night. After the news of the accident and his friend’s passing broke, he was distraught, believing that he could have done something to prevent it.

m o s t p l a y e d —

“You can be the outcast. Or be the backlash of somebody’s lack of love. Or you can start speaking up.” – Brave, Sara Barellies

“Carnival, lull me to sleep. No one can hear our voices. I can tell your future and past by the light of the carousel horses.” – Carnival, Shovels and Rope

“I breathe cause it’s necessary and I sigh when I see the moon.” - Unhearted, Automatic Loveletter

c o n n e c t i o n s —

Sebastian Holt – Frenemy –  Joel has disliked Sebastian for as long as he can remember. Something about the way Sebastian carried himself completely rubbed Joel the wrong way. Despite the fact that Joel is normally not a very confrontational person, he can’t help but get snarky when conversing with Sebastian.

Skye Sinclair – Former Crush –   When he first met her, Joel was instantly attracted to Skye and as he got to know her the attraction only intensified. Unfortunately, the timing was off and two never actually had a chance to explore their feelings. To this day he sometimes still feels his attraction coming back, but pushes it away for the sake of their friendship.

[merlinuniversityhq]

    Skye glanced around, a smile crossing her face. This would definitely be perfect. She couldn’t wait to get some shots of this for a vlog; her viewers were gonna love this house. Hell, she loved the house. She was certain that it would make a great backdrop for this entire adventure. “Tomorrow, I’m going to get some great exterior shots when the lighting is better,” she said, making a list to herself rather than speaking to anyone else. “But for now I just want to hang out.”

[joel-castillo]

Joel had left his room on a quest for a quick snack from the house’s kitchen, but instead he was distracted by the faint sound of a female voice speaking. It didn’t take long for him to locate the source. A smile appeared on his face once he found Skye standing in the center of a room, her silhouette against the window. He watched the brunette for a moment as her brain worked before speaking. “Speaking of hanging out - you wouldn’t want to play a game of pool or go for a walk with me, would you?”

[joel-castillo]

judawashington

There was nothing to worry about when he saw Joel. A smile fell on his face when the male came into view, with his hands in the air. “Yes, it’s why I spend a lot of time in here.” It was nice to experience the beautiful view outside, but nothing could compare to seeing the view to it’s fullest. His eyes watched Joel take out the joint from saran-wrap and bring it to his lips. “For two people who spend so much time in this room we keep missing each other.” Juda laughed, at his statement. At the same time he did understand where Joel was coming from. The library was so quiet and the perfect place to think. “I just started. I recently got high with Sonny.” He replied as he took the joint. Juda brought it to his lips taking a drag.

“You know, I didn’t think about it but you’re right. How did we manage to time that perfectly?” He asked with a laugh, blowing the smoke out of his nostrils. Although Joel always purposely made an effort to find the library vacant for himself, it was bizarre that the two had not previously bumped into one another. Shaking his head in amusement, he watched the other boy take a hit and smiled widely. “Of course he could. Sonny’s always spreading joy and happiness in the form of bud. What are your thoughts so far, J?”

[joel-castillo]

darlinghstarling

“You’re telling me that all of this is just for me and you, Joel?” Holland gasped, a fake enthusiasm falling off of her words. With her hand on her chest, she looked up at him and smiled widely. “This is a shit ton of food and I am probs going to regret it later, but I want it all, my guy,” she pointed at him, walking over to him and wrapping her arms around his torso. She hadn’t seen him in a while and was more than happy to. After all, tattoos were his thing and art was hers. They’d always have some sort of bond. “Where to start?”

“Come on. Life is too short to be regretting things that make you happy. Fuck that.” Joel spoke in a soft tone, instinctively wrapping one of his arms around Holland’s small frame and pulling her close with a grin. It had been a long time since the young man had seen his artsy friend, and he was happy to see her. He shrugged his shoulders loosely, nodding towards the full table of breakfast food before them. “I can’t tell you where to start, but I can say that you have plenty of options. I think I’m starting with a couple of pancakes this go around.”

[joel-castillo]

daisyxlandon

“How are you so awake?” she asked before shoving a piece of pancake in her mouth. She could never understand morning people, nothing could get her up without coffee. As a child she always slept in on Christmas morning, having to rely on her two brothers to force her out of bed, the sheer excitement of presents not enough to tempt her out of bed. She swallowed her food before speaking, and stood up, “I’m gonna make coffee.”

“It’s hard to beat old habits when you do them for so long!” Joel rolled his eyes playfully at the other, watching her as she made her way over to the kitchen. “Can’t function at this time of day without that liquid dirt, huh?” He continued to stab his fork at his eggs, quickly finishing them off before grabbing his glass of pulp-free orange juice. “This here is my secret. With a joint on the side, of course,” Joel grinned, taking a drink of the cool liquid. 

[joel-castillo]

st0neds0nny

“Yes, dude –” Sonny excitedly shook the other’s shoulder. “Duuuude, that is precisely my fucking point. They exist. There is literally no fuckin –” He broke his speech to take a hit, the only thing in the world that could stop him from a conspiracy theory rant. “No fuckin’ way that we’re the only intelligent life forms out here. We’re not even that intelligent. There is no way they aren’t monitoring us,” He looked over his shoulder, back into the house. When he turned back, he lowered his voice. “If anyone was going to be an alien, it’s probably Jesse. Have you ever looked real deep into his eyes when you’re talking to him? A lot of shit going on in there,” he pointed is temple with one hand while he passed the blunt back with the other. “No person chooses to think that much. But…I didn’t say anything, man. I didn’t any anything.”

Carefully taking the rolled herb back, his face turned immediately upward into a wide, toothy grin at his friend’s comment. Joel took another hit, inhaling deep into his lungs before bursting into laughter again. He coughed multiple times, his chest feeling like he had been smacked by a train at full speed, and handed it back over to the other across from him. “Holy shit, man. I’m so fuckin’ dead after that,” he proudly smirked, “but I’d be lying if I said he didn’t look like he is concentrating all the time.”

[joel-castillo]

bbygirlgem

Gemma’s morning grog face melted into a child-like smile when she smelled the scent wafting through the echoed halls of the house and her grin only grew as she stepped bare-foot into the kitchen and saw what had been cooking. “Master chef!” She beamed, wrapping her arms around his torso as she came up behind him, giving him a friendly squeeze before letting go and taking a seat at the table. “This..- looks.. so good. I’m starving. I made a promise with myself last night that I’d be on full diet mode to make up for all the beer i’m downing but god..- it always sounds like such a dumb plan the next morning when I’m hungry.”

Joel grinned as he felt the brunette’s arms lock around his body, reaching around to pat his hand against the small of her back. “What can I say? It’s what I do, baby.” He laughed out loud, following her lead by taking his own seat at the kitchen table. “Who needs a diet when you have mounds of delicious goodness sitting right in front of you? If it would make you feel better, we can hit up the gym later if you want. Or drink more beer.”

[joel-castillo]

daisyxlandon

Daisy still had one eye open when she came down the stairs, trying to hang on to what Joel was saying. It was hard for her to focus, as she was definitely not a morning person. She dropped into a chair, reaching for the plate of pancakes, “You’re the best.”

A smirk formed at his mouth, his lips muffling a quiet chuckle. “Good morning to you too, sunshine.” Joel quickly took a seat at the table across from Daisy, his hair still a tussled mess from sleeping the night before. Lifting his glass of orange juice in the air, he tilted it in the girl’s direction. “Bon appetite,” he spoke, taking a drink before tearing into his plate of scrambled eggs.

[joel-castillo]

“So I woke up in a great mood this morning…” It wasn’t a rare occasion for Joel to wake up early to a new day and treat himself or others to a sizeable breakfast. He was quite the foodie, after all. “I made everything I could find. Pancakes, bacon, eggs, sausage… So you better get over here before I eat it all myself. And don't think I won't. ” He teased, crossing his arms as he looked down at the table of food.

[st0neds0nny-blog]

“What if when we can’t find emojis that we’re sure exist, it’s all just a Mandela Effect?” Sonny proposed, handing the freshly rolled blunt to his friend for them to take the first hit. Nights like this were his favorite kind, where he could just sit on the roof of a car, smoking and talking about all of the thoughts in his head. “What if everything is a Mandela Effect? What if everything feels weird and different because we entered a parallel universe and only now we’re just starting to realize it? I mean, think about it —” He brought the cigarillo to his lips and took a long hit, blowing downwind.  “What if the world really did end in 2012, what if the Mayans were right and we just haven’t thought about it? What it was just the end of life as we know it? What if we just think things are one way because they were and and they now aren’t and everything is a lie because the government wants to make us forget that aliens exist?” Sonny paused, letting his words settle in the air before reaching out to take another hit. “I’m already fucking high, goddamn this Massachusetts shit is good.”

[joel-castillo]

Joel laughed out loud, looking at his friend with admirable eyes that would soon glaze over. He retrieved the blunt a second time, taking in a deep drag. He held in the smoke for at least a couple of minutes before exhaling through both his nose and mouth. “Take a minute to really think about that though - aliens exist. Don’t you ever think that maybe there is someone out there watching us? It could be from another planet, galaxy, whatever...don’t you think that it's possible? Shit, I bet those motherfuckers are incognito right now and dressed up like Skye or Harley. Now they're out there walking around..."

[greyson-m-blog]

As the taxi pulled away, Greyson found himself alone, standing in front of what was to be his home for the summer. A nearly burned down cigarette hung from between his lips as he took it all in. “Well…damn. This definitely isn’t a cottage.” he thought to himself. From Derek’s description, Greyson was expecting something much smaller and more quaint. But hey, he’d take this over four walls and 100 square feet in Brooklyn any day. 

Admittedly, this wasn’t his first choice of how he’d be spending his summer. If he had his way, he’d be working for Random House trying to get his manuscript published but, with a lot of encouragement and multiple bottles of tequila, he decided that a summer spent with some of closest friends would be an interesting story at the very least. He shook his head, ashed the last of his cigarette, and headed towards the house. 

Once inside, he was astounded by how the house was decorated and, although he wouldn’t admit it out loud, was in disbelief that he was living here the whole summer. He took a quick look around before finding his way upstairs to his bedroom. “Un-fucking believable.” he muttered under his breath once he looked around his room. He tossed his bags onto the bed and wandered over to the giant floor to ceiling window, overlooking the beach. This place would definitely provide much inspiration for his writing and he couldn’t wait to get started. He took out his phone and put on some music as he unpacked to make him feel like he wasn’t alone. As he got further along, he felt a pair of eyes burning into his back. Grey turned around, surprised at the figure. “Well, well, well…this place ain’t too shabby, huh? I almost didn’t recognize you there.”

[joel-castillo]

“What’s up, man? It’s been a while.” Joel grinned as he made his way over to the dark haired male, slapping the side of his arm gently as a friendly gesture. “Not too shabby at all, my friend. There’s no doubt they hooked us up with this place. So far, so good.” Glancing around the room, taking notice of his friend’s things scattered about, he looked back at Greyson. “You have time to take a break and catch up over a beer?”

[judawashington-blog]

It had been a couple days since entering the mansion. Ever since he found the library he found it hard to leave. Thus, isolating himself from his group of friends. Not the smartest move on his part, since he had changed just a bit from high school. This was something Juda wanted to show off. Yet, he couldn’t shake himself of old habits.

Juda made himself comfy as he sat sitting on the bay window. It over looked the large backyard. From this very location you could even see the beaches far off in the distance. This had to be his favorite spot in the entire mansion, his room didn’t have a nice enough view as what the library did. Juda was so focused on his book he didn’t know how much time passed. He was nearly done with it. Juda was so engrossed in reading he hadn’t heard anyone enter the library. When he finally heard feet shuffling across the floor he jumped. “Who’s there?” The boy cried out.

[joel-castillo]

"It’s just Joel, man. No worries.” Joel approached slowly with his hands up, one set of fingers tucked around a book on astrology. He flashed Jude a warm smile, pausing to toss his book on the a nearby table and face the window for a moment. “Beautiful view, isn’t it?” Without much hesitation, he pulled a saran-wrapped joint and black lighter from his front pocket. Unwrapping it, he brought the joint to his lips, sparking fire and lighting the end of his rolled cannabis. “I come and hide out here sometimes when I need a place to think,” Joel began after taking several drags, inhaling the smoke deep into his lungs. “Quiet. And on the plus side, it’s not so bad to look at.” Taking after hit from the joint, he handed it in Juda’s direction. “You smoke?”

[jacobsfullers]

Life can’t always be good, and life always can’t always be bad. That just holds true. I’ve learned a lot from that statement, and I think about it, all the time.