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baranova-victor:
Once the two pull away from the hug, Mackenzie catches her bottom lip between her teeth nervously, one hand restlessly twisting her brown locks between her fingers, leaned against the side of her car with the trunk popped open.
“It looks good,” Victor promises. “Caught me off guard, is all. You’re like a new woman.” He tosses his bag into the trunk and slamming it shut, following Mackenzie to get into the car.
He’s filled with energy, eager to get on the road and get back to his roots – Los Angeles. Although it isn’t his hometown, it felt like home. So many memories were packed into that city – not all of them pleasant. Nonetheless, Victor wanted to visit again. He felt pulled there, for some reason. For closure, maybe? It makes it all the more fun that Mackenzie had never been there before, not to mention it was a good icebreaker to get back into the swing of things after being apart for so long.
“I was born ready.” Vic flashes a smile as he hops into her car.
Mackenzie’s bracelets dangling from her arms cling together as she backs out of the driveway, pop music playing lowly from the speakers, the smell of citrus fruit filling Victor’s nostrils from the little air freshener in the shape of a pineapple dangling from her rear-view mirror. He realizes how long its been since he’s been in a car that wasn’t Derek’s – or a car at all, for that matter. Mercy Falls was so small that he could walk anywhere he wanted to. Not that he did, really. Fear of shifting spontaneously usually kept him boarded up in the house. Today, he decided to ignore the nagging fear, say fuck it, and just go. It should be easier to stay human in the warmer state. Or so he’s hoping.
“So,” Victor begins, unsure of where to even start. It had been so long, it seemed a little daunting to start conversation, even though he knew it was ridiculous. Mackenzie is his best friend, they can always fall back into their bond. “What’s new, besides the hair?” He hangs his arm out the open window, feeling the wind pull at him, soaking in the warm air. Warm for springtime in Minnesota, anyway.
Kenzie just smiled at his comment about her looking like a new woman as she started the car and backed out of the driveway. “Good because this journey will be something” she replied as she got on the road. She had never been to LA before, sure she had been to places but when she was in one of her moods and disappeared she never want that far that she reached LA so she was excited to see something new.
the now brunette liked driving, she loved the free feeling it gave her, sure she had some fear about driving for personal reasons but driving made her not think, it cleared her head and it was some sort of comfort. She thought a bit about his question wondering what she could tell him, nothing much had been happening, she just stayed home, spent time at the studio, hung out with her friends when she could and some days she just stayed in bed and didn’t answer any calls or open the door. There were up and downs but Mackenzie tried to not let it get to her though it was hard learning to be really happy instead of faking it like she used to. Sometimes she did fake it but it wasn’t as often as she used to but it made her think that maybe she wasn’t that bubbly happy person as she pretended to be.
“Nothing much really, just the everyday habits, all pretty much the same everyday. Dance, home, friends, dance, home, friends you know” Mackenzie wasn’t going to admit that she was lonely, she was lonely in that big house all alone. She was going through that state of wanting someone to wake up next to every morning, she knew many people loved and cared for her but not in the way she was seeking out for. Maybe she was unlovable in that way “What about you?” she asked though she sort of knew the answer to that but maybe it would get the ball going.
She needed to feel normal, she needed the old times.
baranova-victor
The first thing Victor notices when Mackenzie emerges from her car is her hair, once light, now shimmering in the bright sunlight, darker than his own, curled and resting past her collarbones. She pushes her sunglasses up on top of her head, squinting from the sudden change in light. A cautious smile spreads across her face, mirroring what Victor is feeling – nervous excitement.
Vic secures his bags on his arms, taking his cigarette from his mouth and resting it behind his ear for later. “I’m sorry, ma’am, I think you have the wrong house. I’m waiting for my friend Mackenzie, she’s blonde…” I tease, beginning to describe her, grinning at her as he makes his way down the porch steps, meeting her at the bottom. Vic holds his arm out for a one-armed hug.
It felt like things were clicking back into normal “Haha very funny” she replied and then let out a giggle and hugged him back. She had missed his hugs and his presence. She was going to make sure that the trip went well, it had to for the both of them. They needed this. “You like it though? I decided to go back to my roots, was tired of being a blonde” she asked as she parted from the hug and opened the back of the car for him to place his bag in.
She was still a little nervous about being all alone with him after such a long time but she was sure they would go back to normal in no time. She was too scared to ask him how he had been, worried that he hadn’t been doing well “Ready?” she asked instead and gave him a smile before opening the driver seat door.
Escape to L.A. || Mackenzie & Vic
One day and six hours. A span of 2,077 miles. Destination: Los Angeles, California.
Victor’s fingers tighten around the straps of his backpack slung over his shoulder, eyes scanning his room for any items left behind. Not that he has much to his name as it is, but it doesn’t hurt to double check.
Mackenzie, Victor’s blonde-haired, doe-eyed best friend, would be coming to pick him up any second to begin their trek to a city he hasn’t seen in months. Years. LA.
It was Victor’s idea, initially. He had been beginning to become stir crazy, cooped up in the house without any contact from the outside world. Without Derek, without Grace, without Cole, he was simply a little speck floating through life, so to speak. Floating. Existing.
He and Mackenzie had distanced themselves from one another the last few months, the cold tearing Victor away from his body more times than he could keep track of, deeming it impossible to keep in touch with her. Now that the grass had become less frosted and brown and the days begin to grow longer, he feels more firm in his skin.
Vic had texted Mackenzie on a whim after tossing and turning in his empty bed, sheets plastered to his legs, comforter tossed carelessly over the edges of the bed as he fought his thoughts, fought to fall asleep. He kept thinking about his past. About NARKOTIKA. About LA.
Victor hadn’t exactly left the city on a light note. Cole face-planting into his keyboard and Vic higher than a kite, barely noticing, isn’t exactly the highlight of his time there. Shortly after is when Beck had found them.
Something inside of Victor longed for something outside of normalcy – what was now his normal, anyway. A change of scenery. Spontaneity. And what better way to unleash that then by reconnecting with his best friend for the first time all season?
Mackenzie had agreed, and now here Victor sat on his front porch two days later, bags in tow, unlit cigarette dangling between his lips as he waited for her car to arrive. He would be lying if he said he wasn’t nervous. There are a million ways this could go wrong. And Derek could change back any day, to find him missing. But at the moment, Vic just needed to escape.
Part of him is nervous to see Mackenzie. Even though his absence wasn’t to ant fault of his own, he hadn’t seen her in months. Heard her voice. Perhaps anticipation was more correct of an emotion.
Just as Victor is fumbling for his phone out of his jacket pocket to check the time, Mackenzie’s little car’s headlights stream through the trees down Beck’s driveway. He can’t contain the smile that spreads across his face when he sees the familiar shape of her in the drivers seat, heart-shaped sunglasses shading her eyes.
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Mackenzie was excited, she had been surprised when Victor had texted her. She hadn’t really expected it as both of them had distanced themselves from each other. Kenzie knew the reason why he didn’t really contact her and it worried her but she gave him space and worked on getting her own mind in check.
Her hair wasn’t blonde any longer, she had gone back to her natural hair color, dark. It had felt weird at first but she quickly got used to it. It felt right and Mackenzie hoped that ti wouldn’t shock her friend too much as he had never seen her natural hair color.
She had been surprised by the suggestion of destination that he had picked. She knew his story and so hadn’t expected him to pick L.A. but she didn’t ask and just agreed assuming there must have been a reason why he picked that city.
Mackenzie was a little nervous though as she got ready for the trip, they hadn’t seen each other for months and there was something about not knowing if things would go back to normal between them or not. Was everything different now? Mackenzie had been trying to work on herself, trying to get better. She realized she had sunk deep into depression and it had changed her completely. But she was trying though she struggled with talking about her feelings but she was getting better and was even dancing again like she had never stopped.
She was lonely and she envied people that had someone. She wanted to have someone like Derek and Victor had each other. Yes their situation was way different from hers and probably worse but they had someone. They had someone to survive for but Manckenzie had no one like that.
While preparing for the trip Mackenzie packed some snacks and sandwiches, drinks and candy. That is one of the most important things when there comes to trips according to her at least. It didn’t take her long to get ready for the trip and two days later she loaded her car. The sun was shining and it seemed like it would be good day. Kenzie smiled and put on her heart shaped sunglasses and then drove off to Victor’s place.
When she got there she smiled as she saw Victor already waiting outside. But at the same time she felt nervous. She stopped the car and put in park before getting out of the car, taking her sunglasses off “Hey! Need help with the bags?”
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March 2nd, 30° || Mackenzie & Victor
baranova-victor·:
At this, Victor laughs. Weird is a gross understatement for him and his life. But she does have a point. Vic doesn’t think he’s ever met a normal person in his life. And if he has, they aren’t anyone he’s associated with for an extended period of time.
He honestly can’t imagine meeting Mackenzie in any other situation. If they met years ago, he can’t say she would like him, as embarrassed as he is to admit it. He was so different then. He likes to think he’s changed since coming to Mercy Falls. For the better.
Maybe, under different circumstances, they would have been more than friends. Victor isn’t blind – he notices how cute Mackenzie is, how she makes him laugh and he can talk to her about anything. But since meeting Derek, he can’t imagine being with anyone else.
And she deserves much better than me. Victor thinks. Better than anyone.
The two friends, now decently dizzy from swinging on the swing set for so long, wander towards the playset at the center of the playground, complete with little yellow tunnels faded from years of being constantly exposed to sunlight and winding slides opening up to rocks that crunch against one another under their sneakers. Mackenzie settles herself above the steps, feet dangling down towards the ground as Victor swings from the monkey bars.
“I miss recess.” He muses, knuckles white against the bars from his tight grip from holding his body weight suspended in the air. “Being able to play outside for hours at a time with friends.” He eyes Mackenzie. “I bet you were one of those jump-roping girls.”
Mackenzie never really thinks about that she would ever dislike someone, well she and Derek don’t get along but that is only because she is extremely protective over Victor and she only wants the best for him. And of course she wants him to be happy and if that is with Derek then she would respect that despite the fact that she doesn’t trust him Derek.
Mackenzie had thought time from time what it would be like if they would have ended up together but now she couldn’t imagine it, she thinks of Victor has her brother and always would. Perhaps if they would have gotten together when they were newly friends it might be different but Mackenzie knows Derek is his one.
Swinging her legs she laughed “ same, recess was another world back then “ she agreed and then laughed again “ oh my god, guilty there “ she stuck her tongue out “ I was quite good at it, you know. I can jump quite high despite being fun sized “
Catching Up || Mackenzie & Isabel
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Isabel rolls her eyes, scoffing in disgust, although affection is evident through the pull of her mouth – Mackenzie has become accustomed to the little signals that show Isabel cares about her, even through her touchy-feely tendencies.
The two girls finish their sandwiches, watching the summer leaves sway freely in the breeze. Isabel wishes things could always feel so simple and easy. That she could escape with Mackenzie and pretend rockstars and werewolves and Culpepers didn’t exist. It was easy in the company of her upbeat friend.
“How do you do it?” Isabel voices the question before she loses her nerve. “How do you care so much about everyone, but stay sane?”
Mackenzie was surprised by her sudden question, it had always been her plan to make it seem like she had it all together. Mackenzie was that kind of person who kept everything to herself, she didn’t want to worry people about her or drown them in her problems. And for that reason she hid everything she was going through behind a smile.
She looked at her friend and then at her hands, she didn't feel like she was sane. She didn’t see how Isabel thought she was sane, when her parents died she went completely nuts which was understandable but she felt like at that time everything came to light, how she was hiding everything.
“ I’m not exactly sane Is, I mean look at how I have been. I hide everything, I’m there for everyone else but I don’t let anyone be there for me. I don’t stay sane no matter how much I care and I don’t care about everyone to be fair “
Catching Up || Mackenzie & Isabel
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As Isabel sits at the park with her best friend, she can’t imagine her life without her. They’ve been friends for as long as they can remember, and so without Mackenzie, it would be like losing a limb. Isabel always tends to keep people at a safe distance – for her secret fear that they will hurt her, or her venomous tongue will bite them and scare them off. Mackenzie, though, has stuck around through all of Isabel’s moods and eras of her life. It only seems appropriate that she would stay around for as long as humanly possible. More and more, lately, it seems that people are sneaking through Isabel’s defenses, scaling the walls she has spent her entire life building up.
Mackenzie’s arms squeeze around Isabel, and she flinches away, squishing her eyes shut in distaste, although fondness lies beneath the surface. “Jeez, don’t need to get all soft on me.” she huffs, a smile playing at the edges of her pink lips.
She assumed Isabel was more than not used to her attacking her with hugs and she didn’t let the flinching bother her. When they had first started to become friends Mackenzie had been a bit hesitant, she never knew where she had Isabel and was always scared she would say the wrong thing. She admired her and still does and with time Mackenzie got more and more used to it and went with her gut. She knew her friend had put up walls and she was glad when she was able to put them down a little bit, of course she didn’t put pressure on Isabel but she was confident in the fact that she had somewhat easier than others to get to Isabel.
Kenzie just giggled “ Shh you like it, just deal with this love “ she teased as she hugged her a bit longer before letting go.
Catching Up || Mackenzie & Isabel
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Isabel can’t help but snort at the mention of fate. It seems like such an impractical word, something for little kid stories. Then again, that seems to be her life nowadays. It might not be so farfetched to think that fate is real. It sure would explain a lot of coincidences in life.
“I think so too,” Isabel says. The blonde haired girl figures that if they weren’t going to be friends, it probably would’ve happened a long time ago, at this point.
“Even when we’re old and gray and in a nursing home, you’ll want to put up with me?”
It was probably weird to most people but Mackenzie was a big believer in fate, she believed things happened for a reason, and if things were meant to be then they were mean to be. Mackenzie was certain that their paths in life were linked and that they would be in each other life no matter what. She was glad that her dear friend agreed with her, though she wouldn’t mind if she didn’t. Mackenzie nodded at her question “ Yes of course !!, whether you like it or not Isabel, you are stuck with me until your very last breath !! “ she exclaimed and hugged her friend even though she knew she wasn’t very fond of it. Isabel would just have to deal with it, Mackenzie was a hugger.
March 2nd, 30° || Mackenzie & Victor
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“Yeah, you’re right,” Victor says after a moment of contemplation. It’s so easy for him to look on the negative side of things sometimes – he has to remember all the good things that have happened, even if they aren’t permanent. He has a sister who although he can’t keep in touch with her anymore, they grew up close and with a relatively good childhood, or as much as they could coming from a single-income family of a mother working three jobs. He was a drummer for a world-famous band, and loved what he did for as long as he did it. He’s made incredible friends over the course of his lifetime.
“I wish you could’ve known me back then,” Victor teases. “If you think I’m crazy now, times that by a million if you’re talking about NARKOTIKA Victor.”
Mackenzie knew Victor that he tended to look more on the negative than the positive, most of her friends did so she took on the role on making them look on the good side of things. And though she was very good at bringing the positive to her friends, she wasn’t as good at it when it came to herself but she tried. She let out a laugh as she kept swinging back and forth, her movement were slow and small. “ I would never think you are crazy “ she looked at him, “ I would probably think that you were weird but there is nothing wrong with being weird “ Kenzie honestly believed she wouldn’t think he was crazy if she had met him when he was in NARKOTIKA, she believed her view of him would be the same as she has of him today.
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