#anissabanks

[tristantylers-blog]

@anissabanks.

He scours for her everywhere. Okay, that’s not true. But he checks the girl’s bathroom -- an awkward slight pushing of the door and utterance of ‘Anissa?’ before a scream pushes him out -- and then he roams the main hall before heading to Northlake’s entrance. He looks around, left and right but he doesn’t recognize any of the people hanging out front as her. He whips his phone out, scrolls down his contacts for ‘Demon Wench 🤬’ before pressing call and holding it up to his ear. Christ, she better not have abandoned him at this party. It was her fucking idea to get a fake boyfriend to look less pathetic at this shit, and now how would he look if she’d abandoned him. "Pick up, pick up, pick up."

[dylanoverseas-blog]

[ closed starter - @anissabanks ]

Dylan was raised on the water, basically. His father being in the Navy, life on the water was all the sophomore really knew for most of his life. It was getting pretty late already, the sun was already down. But that wasn’t going to stop him from partaking in some camp activities. They were suppose too, right? Never said what time they should stop.Even if it was was already dark as hell. He was moving the Kayak into the water when he heard somebody walking up behind him. He quickly turned and saw one of the Bee’s was now before him. “What’re you doing out here?” 

[tristantylers-blog]

( closed starter for @anissabanks. )

After a rather frustrating back and forth of messages with Banks, it is finally time to put their plan into action. The big reveal of their grand surprise. By the means of a very public lunch at Dairy’s -- window booth too. Tristan combs his hair, changes his shirt, even spritzes on a few sprays of his favorite cologne. After all, he’s here to please at whatever job that’s required of him. He gets in his car, curses it for its very existence and ability to not be a Porsche, and drives on to the town-beloved diner. 10 minutes earlier than they planned to meet too. It gives him time to order ahead -- a plate of fries for an appetizer, 2 shakes (chocolate for him, vanilla for her -- or whichever one she wants, he didn’t fucking care), and a water with a slice of lemon in it in case prissy princess here didn’t like sugar. Though, with her mention of cupcakes during their last conversation, he wouldn't be surprised if she accepted the milkshake with no qualms. He stands near the door in anticipation of her arrival, and when he sees her walking up, he puts himself into game mode.

The familiar ring of Dairy’s bell completely changes his demeanor, his body language shifting noticeably as he lays his eyes on her. Face devoid of malice, body leaning against a booth in complete relaxation. "Hey, Pookie.” He smiles at her, glancing up with affectionate eyes. God, he felt disgusting. But this was the hard work a real man had to put in to get some respect around here.

[tristantylers-blog]

@anissabanks;

As one would expect, Tristan finds himself on the end of another berating from Anissa Banks. Okay, was he being stupid? Yes. But did he care? Like, right then? No. But it’s not long before their argument isn’t the most concerning thing to Tristan. After a crowd of rowdy jocks run by, he and Anissa find themselves falling into Kenny’s pool, getting themselves completely drenched. Obviously, considering what hell monsters people know them to be, the people in question are quick to lead them to a room to get cleaned up, shutting the door swiftly to not hear a second longer of Tristan’s complaints. “Christ on a cheeze-it, if they weren’t fucking Jocks, they’d see the end of a nail-covered bat.” Tristan tugs his wet shirt from his body, only feeling slightly apologetic to Kenny for the droplets his spare room’s floor will suffer. Thankfully, they were supplied with a gym bag full of some clothes, most of them appropriate for Tristan but he supposes Anissa wouldn’t mind sporting a large Knights shirt if it’s dry. “There should be towels over there,” he nods his head towards the linen closet near the en-suite, thankfully familiar with the Norrington home.

[colinnash]

@anissabanks

In the moment, Colin was keeping his eyes peeled to avoid Juliet, not having the fear of running into Anissa currently on his mind considering he was far from his locker. Thinking it’d be a safe bet to go into an empty classroom, he looked over his shoulder, making sure nobody was looking as he walked in. Only when he did, he heard someone interjecting about closing the door, but it was too late. Colin heard a click behind him. “Please don’t tell me that means what I think it does.”