Flying to the moon again....

Payson Saunders, 16. A Royal Florida Fuck up.

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demixrivers‌:

pillsandpompoms·:

Her sweet dreams consisting of the Mexico sun, the waves, the music on the beach, the party and people, came to an abrupt end as the blonde opened her eyes and looked at the all-too-familiar sterile coloured walls. They were back at the regular Brielle facility. But…. how? Had she really been that blasted at the party that she didn’t remember anything? Or so hungover from all that she had ingested that Payson had no recollection of boarding the plane, getting here? Had she slept through the entire trip…?? She really did not remember, and it didn’t help that she wasn’t exactly in pajamas, either. 

“What in the….” the blonde mumbled, mostly directed to the person near her, in hopes that they might provide her with some sort of clue or answer. She groaned as it set in that they were back in good ol’ Oregon. 

The light sounds of snores and breaths were enough to keep Demetria awake through the entire journey home – her THROBBING headache not helping either… It had been such a long time since she had drank that after a couple of glasses of vodka, the brunette had been sent into a trance; her fragile little mind corrupted with the fiery liquid that burned her throat – her windpipe a line of petroleum whilst the flames went up into the air, sending her night into an uproar. Demi had no idea what Payson had taken at the party… She dared NOT ask either. Her assumptions only went so far last time that it sparked an argument and that was something that she was not going to risk again. She was finally beginning to get people on her side – building an ARMY of her own and not because she needed it, but because she was enjoying their friendship – as much as she hated to show such emotions. 

Hazels lifted from the silhouettes of coach seats, the stir of some patients loudening as the bus took one final hoist over a speed bump – Payson being sat in the opposite row. Charlie was still sleeping next to her, which was no wonder… The boy barely slept at all unless he had somebody he trusted next to him and Demi felt honoured that she was that person. As her fingertips grazed over her temples, the beauty glanced up towards her blonde friend in the opposite row – letting out a groan as she realised EXACTLY where they were too… Brielle. 

“Payson – fucking hell. Don’t let them take me back in there. My head is KILLING me, I think I’d rather die than even consider getting back into that building.”

Payson’s head lolled to the side, rolling over so she could make eye contact with Demi, her voice distinct amount the subtle chatter of the bus. “I would say let’s take the emergency exit out of here, but.....” she literally could not feel her legs.... or her arms.... or like, anything. The only thing the girl did feel, was gross. She was in desperate need of some gatorade and a shower. “Can we pretend we died?” she said with a chuckled laugh, feeling halfway there already. “So.... that party.....” Payson smirked, looking at her friend.

[fromthegodz]

Closed // Olivia and Payson

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oliviaxaspinall‌:

“yeah it’s so big” she said with a laugh. She was finally starting to feel more comfortable though, that was always a good thing. “Yeah, I mean I know that’s not so exciting and everything but I don’t usually celebrate it. I mean, I’ve never really had the friends to celebrate… and you probably didn’t need to know that.” she said running her hand through her hair. “18“ she said with a small bit of excitement in her voice.

“I feel like I can never tell if someone is new, or if I just don’t recognize them because I’ve never seen them in here, because it’s so big??” she laughed lightly. “Well, uh, you should! I love parties, and birthdays are important! Especially when it’s your 18th!” the blonde said excitedly. “People here are pretty nice, I wouldn’t worry about not making friends,”

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zoe-bridgette‌:

There was a breeziness about Payson, something easygoing and surprisingly carefree, given their location. It put Zoe at ease, her shoulders unwinding a little as she allowed herself to fall into step next to Payson. She gave a last lingering glance at the phone as they left; but probably she was right, and if Scott did get in touch, someone would come and let Zoe know.

She kept just half a step behind, allowing Payson to lead the way as she admired the soft blonde waves that drifted as though a seasalt breeze was picking its way through them. Zoe put a lot of effort into her hair, dying it red as a regular ritual so that the roots never showed through, and cutting her fringe into a blunt, asymmetric line because it was cute that way. But it was clearly synthetic; Payson’s hair looked so natural, as though she just rolled out of bed looking glamorous. “I think that’s it,” she nodded, hoping laundry mix ups weren’t a common thing. A lot of her clothes were old, frayed around the edges and faded, and she’d be embarrassed if people got hold of them. “And I’m Zoe. Don’t you like the cold weather? I prefer it to the heat, I think. I like getting all wrapped up and drinking hot chocolate, all snuggled up with my boyfriend. Not that I can do that here.” Her mouth turned downwards in a bitter frown, glancing at the stark white walls. “Maybe you’re right. It’s gonna be so grim being here while the weather turns. Thanksgiving is going to be… rough.”

More rough than usual, anyway. They could never afford all the turkey and trimmings and celebration. This year, the first year that they had money and could maybe do something nice, and Zoe was locked away.

The bright redhead was anxious, that much was obvious. Payson could recognize it in herself, and it made her wonder if it was something more, or if it was solely due to the phone call-- or lack thereof. Her anxiety was something Payson had yet to really come to terms with in Brielle, nor had she with someone else, either. Still, this wasn’t the time or place.... the blonde was good at making things bright, cheery, happy.... so that’s what she would do. She looked kind, though, which was a rather uncommon trait in Brielle, as Payson had come to find. People often had very strong personalities, with opinions to match. Sometimes, a little too strong. But with her quirky hair cut that clearly took time, care, and effort, it was safe to say that this girl also wasn’t one of those who lacked a backbone or were unbearably shy. 

“Ugh, thank God!!” Payson said with relief at her confirmation. It wasn’t an ideal situation, but at least she had found it. “No!!!” the girl exclaimed honestly with a giggle, “I’m from Florida; the cold is.... really not my thing. Where are you from, then?” it shocked her how many people were so used to the frigid winters, especially that she had met in here. Boyfriend, hmm? Was that who the girl -Zoe- had been trying to call..? “They do allow guest passes, occasionally... it might take some sucking up, but it’s not impossible. I’m hoping maybe they’ll fly us away to somewhere warm again during Christmas, or have some present to us like that.... it was nice to escape for a bit. Or even let us go home for a day or two for thanksgiving, or Christmas..? Either way, with all of us here I’m sure they’ll do the whole turkey and all of that,” she said as they rounded a corner.

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whatsup-doc‌:

As someone that thought Starbucks had good coffee Payson probably never had a real, good roast, so Sebastian decided for her. Waiting for the coffee machine to finish its’ job he smiled at her - a tired, small thing, but genuine nonetheless “You’re always welcome here if you will find yourself in a need of coffee.” the machine beeped informing that the coffee was done. Adding just a few drops of rose syrup he put it in front of the blonde together with creamers and a few packets of sugar. The mug was new and Sebastian found it rather aesthetically pleasing, with a certain charm to it.

The doctor got back to his armchair and flopped down like he had just finished 48hr shift “Enjoy~ and my birthday is on July 25. I don’t really care ‘bout it ,but my cousin says that I’m a Leo.” dunno how he remembered anything from Erica’s rambling. Maybe it has just penetrated his skull and got to his brain…

“Probably. The climate is different. Someone passed it on, or someone sat in my seat.” he shrugged “It’s a virus and that shit spreads like wildfire.”

She knew for a fact that not all the staff were like Sebastian-- God, why couldn’t they be??? He wasn’t old and stuffy, and he was actually kind.... he didn’t treat her like a kid in a mental facility.... one might even say they had a friendship. “Thank you,” she replied genuinely. She’d definitely be taking him up on that. In a way, Payson felt bad that he had to work here, along the likes of grumpy old therapists like Dr. Wright, or salty nurses like her sister Elise. Sebastian deserved better, just like she did. 

This was so cute, it felt like she was in a quaint little coffee shop at home or something, with the fresh, new-to-her-tastebuds coffee, the cute little mug.... Payson opened one cream and one sugar, pouring them in. The blonde pressed her rose lips to the edge of the porcelain, and-- wow. The look on her face said it all. “Starbucks..... is in trouble.....” she said then, the corner of her mouth turning upwards. Sebastian knew his coffee. 

“I think that sounds about right? I don’t know too much about it but generally speaking..... I think you’d be at the very beginning of it. I’m a Taurus,” she shrugged. “So you didn’t get to do anything for it, then....?” how disappointing. Birthdays were supposed to be a time for excitement, presents, fun... that’s how Payson interpreted them, anyways. “With the amount of little kids in here germs must spread like wildfire...” the girl didn’t hate children, but if she wanted to be around 30 kids, she would birth 30 kids... and to this date she hadn’t had a single one.

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just-jim-balon‌:

Yup, definitely hungover. For a beautiful girl, she looked like shit. He was tempted to say so, but for some reason, he didn’t. 

“Where’d you even get the goods, anyway?” A pause, as he remembered all the natter other patients had offered him about some supplier with a stupid name… “Wait, let me guess… Sugar?” Where does one even get drunk around here? In any way that would be worth it, or resemble anything even remotely similar to fun? Sitting along in their rooms? Around the back hidden behind a dumpster? Or was she partying with the staff, trading blow jobs for freedom… 

A thought crossed his mind, and he frowned briefly. “You are a patient right? Because this would be even more awkward if you were staff.” But a glance to her wrist told him with a white, plastic band, she was either a patient, or just had really poor fashion sense. 

As she began to sit up, he strolled closer casually, leaning on the side of the bench. “I hope it was worth it, at least. Because by the looks of it, you’re in for a treat today.” 

She hadn’t seen him before, and Payson couldn’t tell if that was a good or a bad thing. Her first impression probably was saying much, either. She tried to think of some witty or funny retort, but fell flat.... she honestly had no idea, at least for part of it. “I’m..... not sure? I must have some pretty good friends...” she said with a half smile, pausing as she racked her memory. The blonde scratched her head, gently combing her locks in an attempt to calm what must be a wavy, tangled rats nest. “Yes! I think that sounds about right?” how else would they have gotten their goods? Everyone must rely on her. 

“Definitely a patient, don’t worry. I don’t just wear it for fun,” the girl admitted, giving a shy smile as she noticed his glance at her wrist. She knew there were interns here who were young, but even Payson was biologically too young for that. It wasn’t uncommon for her age to be mistaken, though-- she was used to that. “Are you....?” she hesitated, hoping she hadn’t spoken too much to the wrong person. “Why, what’s happening today???” now she was concerned, willing herself to perk up and listen to what he was saying.

[fromthegodz]

Closed // Olivia and Payson

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oliviaxaspinall‌:

“Really thank you. I’ve done that a few times this week and figured it would just be best to ask someone I know for a tour instead of constantly being lost” she laughed with a small shake of her head. “Plus, it’s my birthday coming up and I don’t want my birthday ruined by walking into a room and seeing something I shouldn’t” she joked but she was kind of serious about that statement. What if she walked in one someone undressing, she would be so embarrassed.

“Hahaha, that’s understandable.... it always takes a bit of getting used to,” God she sounded like she was an expert on this place, which scared her. Had Payson really been here so long that the hallways became cemented in her memory? That was never part of her plan... “Your birthday?? Oh my god, that’s so exciting!” as much as it sucked to have a birthday in here, Payson wondered if she would’ve preferred it than having a failure of a sweet sixteen, by herself, and a week later being thrown in here. “How old will you be turning?”

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olivermeyer‌:

Oliver had not seen what Payson took or drank at the party, but it appeared to him that her condition was not entirely caused by alcohol. She had taken something else too, but Oliver could only suspect what it was. He wondered whether this was a one night thing, or she was not completely honest with him as to why she was in Brielle. He really wanted to ask her about it, but now sitting on a table in the cantine was just not the moment to discuss such topics. “Flattered you remember I was there” he said jokingly. “Don’t worry about it, I usually love sleeping at the beach, but in this case you could have gotten into a lot of trouble if a staff member found you. That’s why I moved you” he explained. 

Oliver laughed at the girl’s comment. “If that was the case I won’t move out of the bed and just stay there” he sighed slightly. “You know, autumn is my favourite season. If you travel and see the trees by the side of the road, they all look so different and beautiful. One is bright red, the other one yellow, there is an orange one or some, which are still green, probably refusing to accept that summer is over” he nodded. Autumn is such a beautiful season and so underestimated he thought. “It gives this sense of melancholy, which no other season is able to offer” he added. Oliver used to love Germany for its clearly expressed seasons. There was nothing that was missing.Oliver rested his head on this hand and took a glimpse of her meal “So is that all you are having for lunch?” he asked seeing that her plate was rather empty. 

Payson chuckled lightly, “Well of course! You were quite..... set on not dancing. If I remember correctly, I tried pretty hard to change that,” some parts she remembered better than others, and Payson could only assume that was because they had happened earlier in the night.... that was as much as she had to go on anyways, in terms of piecing the day together in chronological order. Payson was generally a rule follower, but she made exceptions. “What were they going to do-- leave me in Mexico? That would’ve been fine by me,” she replied jokingly, trying to not miss it too much, as hard as that was. “No but seriously, thank you for that,” he was right, obviously.

“That’s the best part! You don’t have to. The cherry on top would definitely be breakfast in bed, too,” oh how she missed that, sleeping in Sunday mornings in her plush, cozy bed, the household help bringing her eggs benedict in bed before they had to get ready for church..... talk about trying not to miss things to much. “Wait-- like, the trees here, on the road outside of Brielle??” she asked, not really having thought of the fact that Oregon may have started already changing while they were away. Payson sympathized with the green tree; she, too, was in complete denial. “What do you like the most about fall?” she asked. The girl did like the season, but she hated what it symbolized. The sunshine was her friend. His thoughts were a little darker than she had anticipated, but she understood where Oliver was coming from-- he had a point, that really was what fall embodied. “I ate a bit before you woke up too, silly,” Payson smirked, eyeing her once-bitten peanut butter and jam sandwich, sampled beside carrot sticks and hummus. The blonde countered it with a “Yours looks like it’s cold by now,”.

[bhqstarter]

I’m surprised Payson’s ok being around another violent guy after the incident with Alistair? He admitted to almost killing a guy in a fight and she’s still there, the German accent can’t make up for everything hunn

lemme tell you – payson is the kinda girl who tries to see the best in EVERYONE, which is why i lowkey dislike her ( because my bitter ass can’t be like that ). anyways, something tells me that alistair doesn’t scare her. that girl sure is building up her army of her own. so far, we’ve seen her get friendly with the likes of tic, demi, oliver, CARRIE … lets face it. if anybody tried to get violent with her again, the girl has so many loyalties that she will come back FIGHTING. i’d just hate to be alistair or oliver when they happens… you don’t fuck a princess over.

@pillsandpompoms @alistairxtheripper @olivermeyermentioned: @ticxtoc-ontheclock @demixrivers @flipsidexlavinia

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willow-carpenter‌:

“Fuck,” Willow muttered to herself as took yet another wrong turn on her attempt at finding a way out to the garden they had told her about. She turned around and attempted to memorise the route she’d already tried, heading back down the corridor until she saw someone ahead. 

“Hello? Can you help me out? I’m lost as hell. I swear I’ve seen this corridor three times already.” Willow tried to keep any nervousness out of her voice, but she was still shaken from her abrupt admission to the institute. 

Originally posted by bangmybox

The spiteful word made Payson turn around quickly, not surprised to see a frustrated girl standing there as she came around the corner. At first she was just going to brush it off, but being addressed made that a little difficult to do. Still, Payson considered herself a pretty helpful and willing person. The blonde smiled slightly, knowing the feeling. “It happens to everyone, don’t worry... they don’t exactly make it easy for us. This is the medical floor.... where are you trying to go..?” she asked as she approached the other.

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olivermeyer‌:

After leaning back against the chair, Oliver sat there in silence for few moments while looking at Payson. With her, he did not feel like he had to talk non stop only to not have to go through the uncomfortable silence he usually had with a lot of people. Thus, he just took his time to fully wake up and observed her for few moments. “You were quite wasted, not gonna lie” he chuckled. “What is the last thing you remember from the party?” he asked, trying to test until which moment she still had recollection of the events. “You kind of drifted away on the beach, so I took you back to your room in case you were wondering how you ended up there” he added, trying to refresh her memory a bit, seeing that she was struggling with it quite hard.

“No, these are my first days in this place” he nodded in agreement to her question. “It ain’t as bad as I thought, although the softness of the beds is just killing my back” he muttered. Oliver could not think of that many negatives to state about this place. It was pretty basic with all needed facilities for a regular life in an institution. “Actually I enjoy the temperature here, Mexico was so damn hot and here I feel human again, not having to take two or three showers a day” he added, with the idea to stay positive about this place. Although he waned to, being negative and sceptical was not going to help his situation, so he tried hard not to think of the main negative part - his freedom was gone and he had to deal with this new life and adjust to it. Otherwise, he was going to suffer through the consequences of his actions for much longer. This was enough of a reason for Oliver to keep his head high and not complain.

“Oh God,” she said with an awkward laugh, burying her face in her hands out of embarrassment. Had she really been that bad?? She had meant to go hard, obviously, but.... “Err-- you were there.... there was a bon fire, or something. I remember people shotgunning some beers, but....” her sense of time, what happened before what, was all out of wack as well. Payson looked at him then, with his sandy blonde hair. She felt a sense of ease, almost as though he embodied Mexico and that entire trip in a way, but.... moreso. “I figured someone must’ve; you’re a hero, thank you,” the girl replied, still a little bit embarrassed. 

“Ugh, tell me about it.... I would kill for a down comforter,” she smiled, her words half true. It was a luxury, she knew that and meant to be ironic, but at the same time she’d give just about anything to feel the comfort of the soft pillowy goodness.... “--Although, there’s also no ocean to go jumping in to cool off. Or cave, for that matter,” she hinted, remembering how beautiful it had been, still barely being able to believe it was real and had seriously happened. She imagined this was more his speed, and a little bit closer to home/what he was used to, too. “The leaves are going to start changing colours soon, too,” Payson said with a hint of excitement. Obviously she knew what fall was, and she had seen it briefly before elsewhere, but Florida wasn’t exactly home to autumn and seasons.

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just-jim-balon‌:

He’d come out to the garden to sneak a smoke in. One of the patrolling guards had given him the stink eye for it, once he’d seen Jim lighting up, of course, but Jim had glared back—a practiced, sharp look that had a tendency to keep people’s objections at bay. Which was probably less of a feat than it seemed—from what he could tell, most of these fucking guards were… severely underpaid for what they had to put up with, most likely, and consequently couldn’t bring themselves to step up to every fight. Some just weren’t worth it, and Jim presumed this one of those times, at least for this particular guard. 

So he was tucking his nicked lighter back into his pocket when he’d seen her—some blonde passed out on a bench in the sun. The pink shade to her skin suggested she’d been there for quite some time—or at least more than a few minutes. And as she stirred, waking and muttering to herself, the imprint of the bench on her left cheek was proof enough. 

Jim rose a brow at her as she groaned. She looked rough—like she was waking up from a three day hangover. Which she… might have been, honestly. “What’d you do, get wasted with the begonias last night?”

This guy was not helping-- the who??? Payson’s eyebrows were tightly knit as her eyes shut tight, the sun brighter than she would’ve liked. They flickered open for a moment, burning in the brightness. The blonde sat up slightly, noticing now that she was outside, in the garden. “The b-- oh,” Payson noticed the flowers, her plant knowledge credit to their landscaper at home. “Maybe.... something like that....” she said quietly. She was just so confused, about pretty much everything. “More like agave....” Payson admitted, almost certain now that tequila had been a factor at some point or another. “Sorry, sorry...” she trailed, trying to remember to think before she spoke, and not be impolite or rude. What were the odds that he was a staff, and she was in huge trouble now...?

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“Yes, Elise?” Payson said, eyebrow raised as she approached the nurses station, the other blonde’s back turned towards her. Why was she not surprised; a random evening page to come down to the nurses station while she was getting ready for her TV ritual? Of course it would be her sister. At least -for the most part- Eise had stayed out of her hair.... plus she did owe her one after the whole Alistair incident.... whatever, still. “You know it’s Big Brother tonightttt,” she whined a bit.

@nurse-elise

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olivermeyer‌:

When Oliver first asked the question he did not exactly see who was sitting next to him, but when he opened his eyes wider he saw that the familiar voice was in fact Payson. She was sitting there looking charming as usual and understanding of his condition. Oliver chucked a bit at her comment while he slowly raised his body back up and leaned back against the chair. “Hey” he mumbled, his voice sounding deeper and rougher than usual, mostly due to the fact that he had just woken up. He could not explain it, but there was something about Payson, that made him slightly nervous, but in a rather positive way. He had so much fun with her in Mexico and their night walk looking for caves and hidden beaches. Part of him was wondering if that even happened or it was simply some form of an imagination. He hoped that she was still willing to spend time together even if they were not in Mexico any longer.

“How have you been? I guess it is pretty hard for you to adjust back here” he said, glancing at the blonde. She seemed like her normal self, the same Payson he had met in Mexico, but perpahs slightly less excited. Nevertheless, this was normal. Oliver could not lie, this place was good, but Mexico indeed had its perks.

“Hey,” she said back with a light laugh., giving him a proper introduction as he did for her. Of course she already knew he was in theory, but it was still interesting to see first hand how well adjust he was when it came to..... this. He sat up as though nothing had happened-- and, maybe, for him.... this really was nothing. It was only a big deal if she made it one.... or at least, that’s what Payson kept telling herself. The blonde exhaled, he had a point. “Not bad... I don’t exactly remember the plane ride back, but.... shout out to whoever put ear buds in my ears and put on Disney movies on the airplane seat TV, the staff must’ve thought I just fell asleep watching it,” it was weird, not being able to remember much, but Payson was grateful for whoever had her back. She was glad she could remember most of the trip though, and the time they had spent together too... “Wait-- you’ve never actually been here before, have you?” she said then, trying to see if she remembered one of their previous conversations correctly.

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haydenfaulkners‌:

pillsandpompoms‌:

Her sweet dreams consisting of the Mexico sun, the waves, the music on the beach, the party and people, came to an abrupt end as the blonde opened her eyes and looked at the all-too-familiar sterile coloured walls. They were back at the regular Brielle facility. But…. how? Had she really been that blasted at the party that she didn’t remember anything? Or so hungover from all that she had ingested that Payson had no recollection of boarding the plane, getting here? Had she slept through the entire trip…?? She really did not remember, and it didn’t help that she wasn’t exactly in pajamas, either. 

“What in the….” the blonde mumbled, mostly directed to the person near her, in hopes that they might provide her with some sort of clue or answer. She groaned as it set in that they were back in good ol’ Oregon. 

Hayden had been glad to get back to Brielle. Not that she hadn’t enjoyed Mexico but she worried about her daughter. Despite all the staff and things in place, she preferred Sadie to be here, in these walls, despite the fact she’d rather they were both far from here in their own little home again.

“You okay, sweetie?”

Payson looked up at the unfamiliar redhead, feeling a bit tripped out at first glance because it almost looked like her, if she had red locks. “I’m... good?” the girl replied, though it came out more like a question. Payson tried to prop herself up on her elbows, gather her bearings. “Sorry, I must’ve.... taken a nap...” she said quietly, claiming an excuse.

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kleptovox‌:

closed starter for @pillsandpompoms

❝ hey… you’re not mad at me, are you?? we’re         we’re still FRIENDS, right??❞

The blonde furrowed her eyebrows for a moment... “Why would I be...?” okay, so maybe Payson had gotten blasted at the party, but they hadn’t gotten into a fight or anything there, right...? Wait-- did Tiernan even come to it? Sure the blonde had some gaps in her memory from it, but even then.... she couldn’t remember if she had even seen Tiernan there. Regardless, something was up... “Of course we’re friends, T. ...”

[fromthegodz]

Closed // Olivia and Payson

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oliviaxaspinall‌:

“I’m good. So I was actually wondering something. I figured you’d be the person to ask around here.” she said with a smile. “Oh and I was hoping you could give me a kind of tour. I keep getting lost around here and I never got a tour when I came since I first got here during the camping trip” she rambled. She was slightly nervous. She didn’t want to be too annoying yet she didn’t want to be awkward and barely talk. She was doing something new with her relationships, actually trying to communicate properly. “I’m sorry I’m so random” she said shaking her head.

“What’s up??” she asked, curious as to what was on the brunette’s mind. Payson was always open to helping people. “Yes, for sure!” the blonde replied enthusiastically, “Were you wanting to do it right now? Don’t worry, I’m pretty sure I accidentally walked into one of the boys’ rooms my first night because I got the wings mixed up... it happened to everybody,” she smiled. Payson shook her head, not finding it random in the least. “Don’t worry about it,”.

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olivermeyer‌:

Oliver was eating lunch at the cafeteria when he felt a sudden desire for sleep. With his condition, he could fall asleep literally everywhere. All he needed was usually few power naps a day ranging normally from ten to fifteen minutes in order for his body to come back to functioning correctly. He was so used to it that he no longer cared whether there were people around who would think he is weird. It was just a way of life. He had no power over it. Thus, he pushed his plate with food away, layed his head over the table and fell asleep. After approximately ten minutes he began to slowly wake up. As he opened his eyes, he saw a figure of someone sitting next to him. “Since when are you here?” he mumbled.

Payson walked out of the cafeteria line, desperate to eat her food, when the male with his head down had caught her eye. She smiled at first, wondering what had made the fellow patient so tired that he nearly fell asleep in his food, until she remembered that it was Oliver, and he had a very specific condition. Oh God, this is what he was talking about, wasn’t he... his spontaneous naps... the blonde thought to herself, willing her anxiety to not come creeping its ugly head at this very moment. Payson thought of what he had said to her, how to handle this.... it was no big deal.... he was fine, she just had to wait for him to wake up. The smart idea would be to stay with him, at least so no one else would ask questions; plus, it meant she didn’t have to do that whole awkward ‘where to sit for lunch’ ordeal. 

She sat down, and only managed to get a bite in before Oliver seemed to perk his head up. “Since you decided your fork would be a good pillow,” Payson joked lightly. See? Everything was fine. “A minute or two-- not very long,” she reassured him. The last time she had seen him was at her party in Mexico, and as far as she knew they got along really well.... she was hoping it wasn’t just some ‘Mexico Magic’ and things would be weird now that they were back.