SPARK OF MADNESS.

" not all who wander are lost. " neal perez. twenty-six. los angeles native. baking assistant @ cakewalk.

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Tyler Posey attends the IMDb Yacht Party, Presented By TCL on July 22, 2016 in San Diego, California.

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adipng

Adi was on her way home after a long shift, her eyes on the verge of bleeding after printing out someone’s poorly designed business cards. She was speeding along the sidewalk, just a bit too fast for the amount of sand on the concrete. By the time she saw the person in her way, it was too late. She skidded to a stop, her board sliding out and rolling until it landed somewhere at their feet. “Shit- my bad. Are you okay? Did I hit your ankles?” 

        Neal stopped in the middle of his stroll from the bakery to check what seemed to be an interesting email, and soon discovered that he had been given an invitation to attend a fairly informal event regarding local foodies. As he was scrolling through the information and contemplating whether he should attend, he heard a familiar roll of skateboard wheels gliding bumpily over the sand spread scantily over the boardwalk, and he looked down as it lightly tapped the side of his shoes; he looked up in surprise, and there was a girl, with a look and questions of concern.

        Providing a reassuring smile, he waved a hand and shook his head, priming his answer, “You’re good. I’ve straight up smacked into someone” --- someones --- “with my body while riding my board, so I deserved to be hit anyway.”

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masonmahirr

“Dude, you had me there for a hot second,” Mason said with a laugh. “If I believed in bad luck, I’d listen to you. But I don’t wanna be smelling like shit all day. You’re welcome universe.”

        “Well, I’d assume luck has net benefits. If it was a true thing, I’d buy a lotto ticket after feeding seagulls for a few hours. Hard work pays off, you know?”

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fkaramona

Rory stared at him with a frown before breaking and laughing again. “Yeah, I’ll go provoke some seagulls until they take a shit on me all for the viewing pleasure of your Instagram followers” She said dryly before continuing. “When you monetize it just know I’m coming for my share…” She put her face in her hands and shook her head. “Why are we still discussing bird poop?”

        “I’m glad you’re a modern woman, then. You get me,” Neal said simply, returning the dry tone that she was relaying. At her question and facepalming gesture, he chuckled. “I don’t know. Does there have to be a good reason? It’s more fun than talking about the weather, which is 70-something degrees, 70% of the time. But it’ll be a real fuckin’ shame if you didn’t enjoy that little quip about avian assholes.”

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camilabeaumont

“What? Why would I be kidding? I’m serious!“ Camila narrowed her eyes at Neal, not being able to figure out why he had laughed so much. “Anyway, I think he just likes me a lot, which is actually really weird because I think most people think I’m like, weird or something.“ She shrugged. “That is so mean, Neal! Why do I have to be the one with poo all over me?!“

        “You are weird. But you’re also awesome. You can be both, you know,” Neal said casually, craning his neck to see if the bird managed to land even a tiny splotch on his roommate. Seems like she got lucky this time. “You’re the one that believes in luck manifested through bird shit, Camila. Do you value your hygiene or good fortune? Pick one.”

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lenniedix

“And don’t you forget it,” Lennie said seriously, pointing a finger at his chest as they walked over to the hot dog stand, apparently one that was dropped down on Earth by God himself. “Oh shit, that sounds good. I’m proud of you for that, you know. Did you hit all your vegetable servings too? I know you’ve got dairy and meat all ticked off that list.” When they reached the stand, Lennie ordered herself two hot dogs and an extra for Neal –the least she could do after he suggested God’s gift to hot dogs– and got a mint strawberry lemonade for good measure. After handing over her money and taking a sip of her lemonade –which was fucking worthy of a couple of tears, if she was alone, she just might have shed a few– she waited for her order. “You know, paying is easy, it’s the waiting that’s hell.”

        “That reminds me to finish those fries in my fridge - thanks Lennie,” Neal quipped back while making a genuine reminder to himself to finish those fries at home that came from an awesome Mediterranean restaurant. He raised his eyebrows in surprise when Lennie ordered three hot dogs, impressed by her voracious appetite. As she sipped her quickly-served lemonade, he grinned at her brightened eyes, glad that his suggestion met her standards. “I think it took them three minutes max for my order. They’ve got fucking magicians working in the kitchen.” He took another bite of his hot dog.

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giocaston

Gio’s eyes narrowed, her mouth going taut. “Don’t say that or other people might start to believe it too. You’re worth that and a lot more, Neal. Don’t undersell yourself,” she chastised.

After turning over the jacket in her hands, Gio winced at the suggestion. “That might not be the best idea for suede,” she said gently. “But I could get it tailored. I would have, if it was something I was dying to have, but I’m pretty sure I still like it better on you.”

        She could be scary sometimes, even when her bite stems from tenderness. In turn, Neal squared his shoulders and adopted a faux-cocky expression. “Nah, I was just kidding. I’m the absolute shit. I don’t know why I was trying to pull off humility.”

        But despite his playfully flipped ego, Neal concluded his retort by giving Gio an affectionate smile and light bump of his elbow for her delicate reprimanding. At her assessment of his suggestion, he lips quirked into a slight frown. “That’s fuckin’ annoying, and since I doubt you could make fabric bigger, I guess we’re both shit out of luck... wanna look around some more or do you wanna bounce?”

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ezraxddams

Somehow, with the music still blaring in Ezra’s ears, Hayley’s dulcet tone had gone from livening up what was a very mundane exercise to almost taunting him for being such a prize idiot. Yes, she was one of his queens and criminally underrated in the grand scheme of mainstream pop, but he made a mental note to question himself before beg, borrowing and stealing to get as many of her songs as possible on the club’s multiple playlists. Again. Even though this totally wasn’t her fault.

Ezra was vaguely aware of the person in front of him speaking, but the music drowned out whatever it was. Not wanting to be, like, double rude he pulled one headphone out of his ear as he stood back up with the fallen bag, and finally caught sight of whoever he’d accidentally danced upon as he handed it back.

Apparently, because the universe is clearly out to get him, the guy is cute. Fuck. He seemed to be somewhat amused, given away by his easy stance and easier expression. He was nice, too! Abort mission.

Ezra choked out a chuckle. “I have no idea what you just said, but I wouldn’t blame you if it was something like ‘watch where you’re going, dumbass!’ or ‘if you’re going to associate your dance moves with miss kiyoko you better not fuck it up’” he said, an easy, if slightly anxious smile lighting up his face.

        The stranger seemed incredibly flustered, and when he started babbling, Neal only grinned even more, taking his own earbuds off so he could engage in the conversation more fully.

        “Nah, you’re good --- shit happens. I’ve skated on Venice Boardwalk while drunk and pissed off a lot of white moms because of my fucked up depth perception, so I can’t really say anything.” Neal laughed a genuine laugh at the memory, remembering how little he cared about his clumsiness in the midst of his half-drunken state when he was getting screeched at by some Hillary Ainsley from Calabasas looking figure for nearly knocking over her frozen lemonade and chipping her $170 acrylics by accident.

        Neal glanced at the aisle the stranger was heading towards. “Got all Footloose and worked up over some Frosted Flakes, huh? But I’m just telling you, I’d probably be in a way different mood if I had to pay for an accidentally popped bag of pita chips, but if it was all for some Reese’s Puffs, I’d probably let that shit slide.”

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fkaramona

“I’m not that keen on getting lucky. Getting a full view of their birdy little assholes? Really?” Rory laughed at his suggestion. She looked over at the flock of seagulls, in the direction that he had pointed, making a face as she watched them fight and pick at the leftover burgers. “A pot of gold doesn’t sound all that bad right about now”

        The woman laughed at his idea, but then seemed to sober up at the suggestion, jokingly of course. But Neal was fully prepared for letting this tangent derail --- he had a real knack for that sort of thing. He grinned mischievously and looked at her keenly. “Not a half bad idea, huh? Mind if I put it on my IG story if you decide to bank on that gold, then?”

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giocaston

A small part of Gio was secretly relieved to find the jacket unharmed, you never knew just what was a joke with this one. Rolling her eyes, she took the jacket from his outstretched hand. “As if I would have left you to take it. I would have at least tried to sweet talk us out of it.” She slid on the jacket, and while it was a bit snug on Neal, it was a smidge too loose on Gio. She pouted just for a moment before sliding it back off. “Looks like it wasn’t meant for either of us. Maybe it’s waiting for someone else.”

        Neal offered a cheeky grin and watched Gio don on the jacket. “You’re too fuckin’ sweet to me, you know that? I don’t deserve to be have someone con out of paying damages on my behalf. Sweetest shit anyone’s ever done, seriously.”

        At Gio’s dejected expression, his own demeanor returned her disappointment, if only microscopically. “Damn. No one else deserves it, I’m sure. You sure you don’t wanna just wash it so it shrinks? My mom used to do that when she bought clothes that were too big for me and my siblings.”

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camilabeaumont

“Because I don’t want to stink of bird poo! I don’t think the aliens would like that. Me showing someone my boobs would be more effective th— Wait… We pay rent?“

        Neal blinked, then nearly howled with laughter. Somehow, he wouldn’t be surprised if Camila managed to skirt around rent. There was an evasive aspect about her that he could never fully figure out, and he was all right with not being able to look at her too closely; there must be a reason for that wall up, and he wasn’t about to unnecessarily pry. “You’re either kidding, or our landlord really likes you. But if he comes to collect racked up fees, I’m putting bird feed on your hair and you’re just gonna have to stand real still.”

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masonmahirr

Grabbing the napkins, Mason nodded his thanks, and quickly began dabbing away at the literal shit stain on his jacket, “I haven’t but damn I should. It sounds bad but the good kinda bad. How many times has they planet been taken over?First it was the dinos, then apes, aliens, now birds…damn.” He titled his head to see if he had missed a spot or anything, but his head didn’t reach far as he’d liked it to. “Can you see more shit?” Mason said spinning around.

“You know, some people say if a bird shit on you it’s good luck? I totally think they just wanted to make themselves feel better.”

        “Nah. We haven’t even gotten to apes yet, so I think you just got shit on for nothing. Sorry for misleading you, bro --- I was just fuckin’ around.” Neal quirked a friendly smirk while assessing the man’s shoulders at his request.

        “You’re good. If I believed in bad luck and all that, I’d probably tell you to keep that shit on, anyway.”

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masonmahirr

“Oh man, I dodged a real stink one huh.” As Mason thanked his lucky stars, the bird clearly didn’t like his gloating and let loose another win, which stuck landing perfectly.  “Awh man…Who do birds gotta do that? This was my favourite jacket. You got tissues on you? I don’t wanna be waling like this.” 

        Neal couldn’t help but stifle what could’ve been a hearty laugh as the events folded before him, unfortunately for his temporary companion. “Holy fuck, dude. Yeah, I see some napkins.” He grabbed a few napkins from a stand and handed them to him. “Have you seen that movie where birds overwhelm humanity and take over the planet? That was fuckin’ Genesis.”