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Peyton Lewis. 23. Artist.

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Luke & Peyton 001

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“Never been to London before.”

Luke thinks back to only what he could assume is the girl’s home he was just in. London, damn. Luke looks the girl over, wondering if she is really there or like a hologram or something. He reaches out with out much thought to it, touching her arm before pulling back quickly. He expected his hand to go right through her, like in those horrible ghost movies.

But no. It’s not like that. She felts like a real person. “Sorry about that. Wanted to make sure you were real.” Luke takes a long pull, holding the smoke in his lungs as he listens to Peyton speak before exhaling with his answer. “First time here. Good to know we aren’t the only two crazy people in the world though.”

He has to take a second to realize the change of scenery. “Luke.” He gives a small chuckle, fully understanding what she means before handing the joint over to her. “I wonder what this all means.”

“Well now you have, at least in some sense I guess.” This whole thing is going to give her a headache, first the French girl and now this guy, her mind is playing some crazy tricks on her and she doesn’t understand what is going on. When he touches her and she actually feels it she can’t help but flinch a little, the whole thing is just hard to understand.

“It’s alright, I’m real. I’m going to assume you’re real then. This isn’t just my mind playing some trick on me?” He passes her the joint and she takes a good pull from it, she feels the smoke fill her lungs as if they’re really next to each other and really sharing the joint.

Handing it back to him Peyton moves from her table to the couch as her dog Vincent comes into the room and stretches his legs, jumping onto the couch next to her and she runs her hands through his fur.

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Jaxon + Peyton

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“Or we’re both equally crazy,” Jax says with a smirk on his face. It makes him feel slightly better to know he’s not the only one incredibly confused by the situation. Only slightly. He’s had a growing headache for the last two days that’s only getting worse with time. No matter what time of day it is or what’s going on, there’s a dull throbbing that won’t disappear.

“Yeah, bye.” A couple of moments later, Peyton is gone and Jaxon feels alone again. He lets out another dramatic sigh and gets to his feet. Time to face the music.

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Jaxon + Peyton

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Jaxon remembers the days of booty calls and friendly hookups. He misses them, to an extent. There’s something nice about not having to worry about dates and plans. Instead, you just swipe right, send a couple of messages, and suddenly you’re half naked on a pretty stranger’s couch for half the night. It’s all no worries, no fighting, and no nagging. That’s the part he misses.

“A couple of times. Some pretty French girl and a guy who knows how to throw a good party. And now, you.” 

It’s kind of jarring, flip flopping, but the next thing Jaxon knows he’s laying on his bed, looking over at Peyton. She’s just sitting in one of his chairs, casual and comfortable, and Jax can’t get over how weird it is. He can hear noise downstairs, no doubt his brothers talking about the big fight. Although it’s just been minutes since it happened, it feels like a long time ago. This visitor thing is distracting, so at least it’s good for something. Jax sighs, adjusting his pillow. He’s going to have to go downstairs eventually.

She nods along as he speaks, and she doesn’t really feel bothered by the fact that she suddenly find herself sitting back in the first place they met, she looks around his room as the noises from downstairs filter up to them. She leans forward and puts her elbows in her knees, “this is really strange. I might have met those others, I met a French girl too, but I don’t know if the guy I met was a party kind of guy.”

They’d met when it was late enough for him to leaver her thinking he was one. Not many people enjoy being out and about that late without a reason, and most good parties went on all night. “So if we can assume we’ve been paying visits to the same people, this isn’t just some moment of losing our minds.”

She leans back and shakes her head, it’s starting to give her a headache and she just really wants to go home to her pets and curl up in bed and sleep for the next week. She stands and watches him for a moment, she has a feeling this won’t be the last time she sees him, or the other two she’s already seen. “Well, hopefully I’ll be going home. Have a good one Jax.”

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Jaxon + Peyton

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“Amen,” Jax says with a shake of his head. So women troubles brought them together. Not what he expected, not even a little bit, but he’ll take it. It’s nice to have a conversation with someone who doesn’t know either of them really. Mystery British girl isn’t trying to fix his problems or take Kaicee’s side. Instead it’s just mutual complaining, which works fine for Jaxon.

“I’m Jaxon, by the way. That was my fiancee, Kaicee. She was yelling at me because I refused to bail on a fundraiser I’ve been organizing for six months to go on a family golfing network trip with her lawyer parents.” Jaxon sounds spiteful, because he is. Kaicee’s family throws their money around. 

It’s old money too, for generations and generations the Montague’s have had some serious cash. Normally it’s a perk - Kaicee doesn’t expect him to take care of her like she’s some ‘50s house wife - but right now Jaxon’s being petty and resentful. The fundraiser will keep brothers like himself, who can’t afford dues on top of the other heavy college expenses, afloat and the fraternity in the green.

The worst part of it all is that Kaicee genuinely believes that Jaxon is just fucking off with his life. It’s a lie, or a front really, he’s been able to keep up for years, but he expects more from her. He expects her to actually pay attention to him, to know what his real major is for Christ sake. Not for the first time, Jaxon thinks the engagement is a mistake. They were doing well and fine beforehand, and it seemed like the right thing to do. Now, he’s not so sure.

“I’m Peyton,” She shakes her head at his mention of some family golfing trip, she remembers those, forced to go and be a happy smiling family, dressing up in fancy clothing to impress the other fancy dressed rich asshole. “Sounds like an ass kissing golf trip to me, I’ve been on a few of those and I’d rather be anywhere.”

She was so thrilled she didn’t have to go on any more of those, the money was hers to spend as she pleased, she wasn’t interested in making people want to support her, or spend their money on her. She'd invested her money well and now she just relaxed and did what she wanted. Though she was sure had her family had their way she’d be still going to all the events they could, preferably with some British Duke on her arm or something. The thought makes her cringe.

“That apartment we left, was of a girl named Kelsey, we’ve been hooking up for a few weeks and she’s wanting more, I should have backed out earlier but I fucked that up and now I’m here.” She shakes her head, it was her own mistake, things would have been better off for the both of them had she just let her go. She stops quickly and turns towards Jaxon, “has this happened to you before?”

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Jaxon + Peyton

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“Thank God,” he breathes out. Jaxon’s head is still his own, even if he is going crazy. “No offense.”

Jaxon feels exhausted. Whether it’s the being visited by random strangers with weird accents thing, or the fighting with Kaicee things, and he moves from his desk to his bed, sprawling out. He closes his eyes, wishing for mystery girl number two to be out of his room. Jaxon likes time to process fights like this, and even though it isn’t her fault, she’s kind of interrupting that. He opens his eyes to see if she’s still there and suddenly he’s no longer in his own room.

“They’re driving on the wrong side of the road,” Jaxon points out as he falls in step beside her. They’re very obviously in the UK. Judging by her accent, Jaxon would guess Britain, but he isn’t one hundred percent on that.

“So what were you doing before you, you know, visited me?” It’s got to be emotional right? Pretty girl was thinking about Math and being frustrated - not that Jaxon gets emotional over Math or something - and Jax was doing the same thing. Boom, visited. Party boy was throwing his own little rager while Jax was drunk at a frat party. Visited. So now, if Jaxon is arguing with his fiancee, then British girl was…. doing what exactly? 

She can’t help but laugh a little, of course that’s something he says, a lot of people always point that out when they aren’t from here. So what if most of the world drives on the other side. But she lets the comment drop and starts to walk in the direction of her flat. “I guess you could say I was having my own kind of argument, a girl I’d been having fun with wanted something more out of it.”

She sighs at the thought of Kelsey, the pain in her eyes still lingering in the back of Peyton’s head. She usually dropped girls easily but for some reason Peyton still felt an urge to go back and make things somehow right with the other girl. “Is it really that hard to get that maybe I just don’t want a commitment?”

The words are out before she can stop them and she doesn’t like the idea that  she’s having some conversation about a not really break up to some random American she just literally popped in on. But they seemed to be having the sort of similar issue with a girl and Peyton thought that must be something, there has to be a reason she keeps meeting these random people. Relationships are messy, as she witnessed with her American guy and his girl.

“Girls can be so frustrating.”

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Jaxon + Peyton

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“Yes and no,” Jaxon answers as he rubs at his jaw. The slap hurt more emotionally than physically, but Kaicee does take a kickboxing and mixed martial arts class, so it wasn’t like. He can feel slightly swelling but knows it won’t bruise up or last very long. Kaicee hadn’t intended on doing physical harm to him, he knows it. It takes him a minute to realize there’s another one of these people - Jaxon’s taken to calling them visitors - in his room this time. He can hear Kaicee slam the front door of his Greek house and Jason sighs, sitting down heavily in his chair.

“She started it,” Jax says by way of explanation. He doesn’t want to talk over what just happened with anyone, let alone a complete stranger. He looks over to make sure the door to his room is still closed before he engages in conversation with, well, himself. None of his brothers come to offer him support after his fight, which is how he prefers it. Jaxon likes his privacy.

 “Aren’t you in my head or something? Can’t you see what just happened?” Speaking of privacy, he wants to know how far this bond with his Visitors can go. He wants to know if they can see the lies he weaves or see the tangled web of his thoughts. He hopes, and prays, that they can’t. That this is either some weird hallucination induced by someone continuously spiking his drink, or it’s some weird emotional thing. Like the girl who was thinking about math the same time as him, or the guy dancing in a club while he was at a kegger. 

Peyton takes a minute to let everything sink in, he’s the third person she’s just randomly popped to, jumping into his space or head or whatever this thing is, she’s finally passed the idea that she’s going crazy or some shit. “No, I got here at the end of it. You’re the third person I’ve had a moment like this with.”

She wonders for a moment if he’s had more people show up with him too, crossing her arms she leans against the wall, and waits. She’s still not comfortable with all of this, having random people just show up and invade her space, she’s interested in how it all works, as far as she can tell, by now all the people she’s met might just be real people. “This is bloody weird.”

She wants to just go home, climb in bed and go to sleep for another day, just forget all this shit happened, forget about Kelsey and just be done for a while. She hears a honk and opens her eyes and she’s back at the apartment, standing in the dark sidewalk in front of the building and she sighs, turning to see if her guy is still with her. She’s relieved that it’s dark, because if people can see her probably talking to air she really doesn’t want to have someone knocking at her door wondering if she’s going crazy.

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Jaxon + Peyton

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“It’s like you don’t even care about me,” Kaicee practically shrieks, and Jaxon really, really wishes he had a beer right now. Or six. They’ve been fighting for the last ten minutes and it feels like an eternity. 

“Babe, I made these plans before Valentine’s Day.”

“So some stupid party is more important than my family?”

All of this stupidity started when Jaxon told her he wouldn’t be able to go to some dumb family event of hers because of the AKA fundraiser. The one that’s been planned for months since their illustrious leader decided to rent that DJ and venue without asking anyone and put the frat back in the red. So Jaxon, being the treasurer and all, kind of has to be there. So the short answer to her question is yes, yes it is, but the long answer hopefully has more grace to it.

Jaxon takes a second too long to answer it and Kaicee’s doing that thing he absolutely hates, shoving her finger in his chest as she yells at him. She’s in his personal space in the worst way, and while the move doesn’t hurt it’s fucking annoying. And she knows it annoys him; she’s trying to rile him up anyway possible to get him to participate.

“Oh my God Jaxon, grow up already. Not everything is about keggers and beer. Just because you’re majoring in some loser field doesn’t mean you have to act like one.”

Oh right, that lie too. When they first met, Kaicee got fed the same lie everyone else in Greek Row does, that Jaxon’s a sports medicine major and his aspirations are about the same: high school gym teacher or part-time personal trainer. It never felt like a good time to tell her otherwise, and now they’re engaged and it feels awkward and distant.

But Kaicee’s struck a nerve, sort of, and Jaxon’s chest puffs up. His voice is raised, annoyed, and she has a glimmer of success in her eyes before it’s replaced by more anger.

“Not everyone follows what mommy and daddy want so they can live with their trust fund, okay?.”

She slaps him in the face hard enough for it to echo, and maybe he deserved that. But she started this all, all of it, so when she turns to storm of the room Jaxon doesn’t make any motion to stop her. Whatever.

She doesn’t like the way the conversation is going, Kelsey had sent her some flirty texts and called her over, they’d had some fun. They’d had a lot of fun and Peyton had just stepped out of the other girls shower when things had started to go south. Whenever Peyton starts up with someone, the casual hookup now and then she makes it clear she’s not really looking to have anything serious. She likes the freedom of being single. Being able to go and do as she pleases without having to let anyone know.

But apparently things have gone on too long and Kelsey starts broaching the subject of dating. “We’ve been at this for a while, we’re good together! Why can’t we just see where dating goes.”

Peyon’s shoulders tense and she sits on the bed that Kelsey still lies in, wrapped in a sheet and Peyton tenses more when she can feel the girls eyes staring into her back, “I told you before we started this it wouldn’t go anywhere, I don’t date. You knew that going in, if you’d hoped for more, you shouldn’t have answered my call the first time.”

Pulling on a boot Peyton can see Kelsey sitting up closer to her, leaning on the wall behind the bed, “hooking up was fine at first, I just don’t see what the big deal is with trying.”

Peyton rolls her eyes and gets off the bed, moving to find her shirt, the entire time she searches she can feel eyes on her, tracking her every move. She knows Kelsey is waiting for an answer and Peyton wants a minute to just find her shirt before she says what she wants, she doesn’t want to hurt the other girls feelings but she’s never been the type to soften her words. Grabbing her shirt she turns to Kelsey as she pulls it on. “Look, we’re good in bed. That’s as far as I want thing to go, I don’t make a habit out of dating anyone, and you’re not going to be the first girl to somehow change that.”

She sees the hurt in Kelsey’s eyes before she turns and walks out of the room, she hears the other girl get off the bed and follow her, grabbing her jacket Peyton turns and sees Kelsey standing at the doorway, “I know you have feelings Peyton, one day this whole bloody cover you have is going to fade, and you’re going to find out that being alone isn’t all it’s cracked up to be. Don’t bother calling me again.”

She hesitates at the door for a moment, Kelsey’s words sinking in before she pulls it open and quickly makes her way out. She knows things with Kelsey had gone on longer than she had originally planned. She doesn’t usually keep girls numbers longer than a week or two, but it’s been a while since her and Kelsey had started to fool around and there had been a few times she’d been planning on ending but the words hadn’t come. Peyton walks through the doors of the building and she finds herself inside a room just as a girl slaps some dude and storms out. She looks behind her and the door is gone and she turns back to see the girl gone and the dude is still standing there. “Did you deserve that?”

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Luke & Peyton 001

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lucasreese:

The view is beautiful and it takes a moment for Luke to pull his attention from it to the girl at the table. How did he get here? He barely has time to think about it when she says London, the accent hanging onto the words coming from her mouth. She barely gets the question out before Luke is thinking about the park they, well he, is suppose to be at.

The thought seems to bring them back there and Luke looks over seeing the girl now joining him on the bench. This is to much. He can’t help but take a long drag before looking over, some how thinking that she is just going to disappear and he is going to realize he is just over worked and tired after the long night. It doesn’t happen though, the girl seems almost as shocked by the events taking place as he is.

“Seattle.” Luke says with a slight wave of his free hand in front of him. He tries to wrap his mind around the events. “You got any idea what’s goin’ on?” Luke looks over at her. Normal people didn’t just see random other people. They also didn’t magically seem to go to London and back. Luke can’t help but wonder again if something is wrong with his stash and looks at the joint a bit confused.

Peyton sighs and move towards a bench, taking a seat and crossing her arms, “never really been to Seattle before.”

Shrugging her shoulders Peyton really wishes she had some idea of what was going on, this wasn’t the first time she’d seen or gone somewhere with some random stranger before, and since it’s not a one time thing Peyton assumes she’s not going mad like she first thought. She hasn’t ever heard of anyone saying that they magically see themselves in other places or with other people like this and she’s just confused.

“This happened once before, met a French girl at one of my shows, she was at some party of a guy.” She had been convinced she was going crazy, lack of sleep or something, but she’d slept for well over eight hours before the new guy showed up. “I’m Peyton.”

Standing Peyton moves closer to the stranger again and once she makes it to his side they’re suddenly back at her flat. She points to the joint in his hand and she realized it’s been a while since she had any “mind if I have some, this is a moment where a little something extra is needed.”

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Luke & Peyton 001

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It’s late. At least to Luke it is. To most people it is far to early. The normally busy park only has two other people in it besides himself. One he is sure is doing a much to early walk of shame. He smiles at her and she avoids eye contact. It’s nothing Luke it’s use to. Most people at this time aren’t in a hurry like the bodies that will fill this place in a four or five hours. Rushing to work with not enough coffee in there systems as Luke will hopefully be in a peaceful sleep by then.

His head still pounds a little bit to the beat of the music that filled the club for the last six hours until ten minutes ago. It’s just a little after four am when he makes it out of the club. He should be home by now but he can’t help it. The park is peaceful now. Quiet. Luke loved it the moment he started working nights much more then days. People come alive at night in a different way then they do in the day. And the park is never quiet the same as it is now at four in the morning. 

His lungs fill with smoke and Luke inhales. He doesn’t smoke often but sometimes its the only things that can bring him down from the pounding of the night to sleep. He breaths and and Luke and almost sure he can taste fried eggs. He pulls the joint back, looking at it slightly confused wondering if one of his roommates messed with his stash as a joke. Luke brings his thumb and pointer finger up, rubbing the inside of his eyes with his free hand.

The taste in his mouth changes with him even taking another drag. The taste of eggs is covered up but that of, sausage and beans? Even before he stops rubbing and opens his eye’s it’s much to bright. The light blinds him for a moment when he realizes the scenery around him has changed around him. There is big windows to his left with to much light coming in for four am. He looks down. Noticing the plate half full of food in front of him.

“Woah.” He wonders if he is just to tired. Maybe his stash has gone bad? Maybe it’s traced with something? He takes a deep breathe in, his lungs filling with the smell of the large breakfast in front of him and not the fresh late night, early morning air anymore. It takes a second as Luke looks around for his eyes to fall on the girl right next to him. Her eyes are on her plate, that is at least until Luke speaks again.

“Holy shit.” It’s not scared as much as surprised. There isn’t much that startles Luke but this sudden transfer of scenery and new person next to him does it. His eyes don’t stay on her for long as he stands from the chair next to hers and slowly does a looking looking around what seems to be a loft. His eyes connect with the scenery outside this time. The sky line outside is most certainly no where he has seen in Seattle before. “Where am I?” 

Peyton had slept for hours, after her show, and that whole trip meeting with that girl she had slept for most of the next day. It was barely past 10 in the morning when she woke up and she had a craving for a good fry up. She threw on some more presentable clothing and made her way to the small market near her flat and bought up the few supplies she needed. She gets right to cooking once she gets home, and starts getting her tea ready.

She gets her meats going first, making sure everything gets fried up just how she likes it and the smells fill her flat as things starts sizzling on her stove, while things are going Peyton takes a look out her windows, half of on of her walls is mostly windows, her place used to be some big warehouse before it was bought out and turned into a bunch of flats, she’d been one of the first people to buy a place and Peyton had fallen in love with the view.

Plating everything up, Peyton moves towards the table near the windows and sits down. Taking her first bite she sighs and takes a drink of her tea. It’s been a while since she actually had good real meal, even longer since she made something herself. She’d been so busy getting ready for her show that she’d only ever ordered things, the hot food feels good going down and Peyton leans back taking in the view as she eats.

She’s about to take another bite when she hears a voice next to her, it makes her jump a little and she can’t help but drop her fork, “bloody hell.”

Her first though is not again, she’s still trying to wrap her mind around everything that’s going on. She’s not as unnerved as she was the last time, and she just turns back to her food as the guy next to her starts to take in his surroundings. “You’re in London. Where are you supposed to be?”

The words are barely out of her mouth before suddenly they’re in a park and Peyton sighs, giving the place a once over and she can’t help but take in the dark around her.

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peyton & cassidy

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cassidyhcll:

It’s been a weird few days, to say the least. Almost blacking out in class, her sudden affinity for math (well — okay, that’s more of a happy problem), and, like — seeing things that aren’t that. That couldn’t possibly be there.

Seeing that American boy whose name she still doesn’t know. She’s dubbed him CNAG (cute nameless American guy) in the mean time.

But that’s all pushed to the back of Cas’s mind now. Now she’s at Andre Morel’s, fingers curled around a red solo cup that’s filled with too much vodka and not enough coke. Every single sip makes her want to cringe, but she’s drinking to get drunk tonight, so. It’s not like this is a setback.

She’d known Andre was a trust fund baby from the first time they’d spoken in Foundations of Clinical Medicine, but, like. Jesus, she hadn’t known he was this rich. She’d slipped away from most of their classmates to wander around. She’s not snooping — she’s just exploring. Trying to get to known her classmate a little better. There’s absolutely nothing wrong with that.

She turns a corner, and steps into a room that seems far too big, considering that she’d been expecting another hallway. People are milling around, walking slowly and looking at what seems to be an art collection, and Cassidy takes a sip of her drink. Andre hadn’t told her he collected art, but it seems like a rich people thing. Something someone with money does, even though these pieces don’t seem to cater to his snobby, refined, old money taste.

“Huh,” she says, strolling up to the girl she’s closest to, looking at the tattoos inked onto the skin of her arms. “I can’t say I thought Andre was into this. Not pomp and circumstance enough for him.” Cas smiles, and is about to take another drink when every thing around them shifts —

The room gets smaller — turns into the corridor that Cas had been expecting. The color on the wall changes, as does the art on it — cream white walls decked out with what appear to be family portraits. And —

And everyone else is gone, expect for the cute tattooed girl.

“I’m drunk this time,” Cas says out loud, though she’s only on her first drink. “I — You’re not —” she trails off, shaking her head. This can’t be — It can’t be happening to her again.

Peyton was glad she was showing her art here, it was a more casual setting and people were less interested in showing off and more interested in loving art together, Peyton hated fancy shows, all dressed up and when you could come as you were it was more inviting. The show was free, just like she thought they should be. Art was meant to be shared and enjoyed by everyone, no just a select few that could afford to get tickets.

She’d shown art here before and the casual setting put her more at ease, she’d made friends with a few of the other artists and Peyton slipped around to eye a few different pieces.

Peyton is looking at one of the other artists pieces when a girl approaches her and she is a little thrown when she see’s the red cup, she doesn’t remember seeing any of those here and when the other girl speaks Peyton grins a little, she’s always liked French girls. She doesn’t know who this Andre and Peyton raises her eyebrow at the idea that art being at an art show is somehow a surprise.

“Pomp and circumstance are boring.”

The girl is cute and Peyton is ready to start flirting, if this Andre guy is her boyfriend, Peyton has never been one to go against a little competition.

It’s when things around them starts to shift and suddenly Peyton isn’t at her show anymore but in some party, inside someone’s house and for a quick moment Peyton is sure she’s had some bad drugs, but it’s been a while since Peyton got high, and she came to the show sober.

“Definitely not drunk, and we are very much not at my show anymore.” Her eyes go wide and Peyton walks up to some photos, this is the second time something weird has happened to her in the same week. She’d tossed aside the almost blacking out moment as a result of her not getting enough to sleep. She’d been in such a mode to get some good pieces done for the show she’d skipped sleeping for a couple days.

“I swear if I passed out in front of those people I’m going to get really pissed.” She swings around from the photos on the wall to face the other girl and she’s suddenly back at her show and Peytong blinks for a minute, “I’m going mad.”

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