#cxgitando

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starter for @cxgitando.

         Louisa should have known better than to show up at this wedding. She had work to do, and right now she’d much rather be yelling at clients or colleagues than pouring champagne into herself as if there was no tomorrow. Skin tight dress hugging her frame, she felt a little like a pig waiting for slaughter -- and in a way, she was. It wasn’t a big wedding, so it was only a matter of time until her ex would lay eyes on her. She’d done so the moment she walked in, which was why she fled towards the open bar. If she had to talk to her ex, she might as well do so while drunk, even if she preferred to not do it at all.

           She was already going through excuses in her head she could use to get out of this, but before she had a chance to find the bridge and say any of them, goosebumps rose on her skin when an arm brushed against hers. “I’m sorry--”, she started and quickly stepped aside to make space for the newly arrived person. Except when she glanced up, her eyes connected with a quite familiar pair, guts churning at the sight of the face she still wanted to kiss so very badly. “Oh. It’s you.”

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starter for @cxgitando.

                          “Shouldn’t you be hanging out somewhere else?”

        Mateo had noticed her presence before he even turned around to see her. Ever since a very particular night in a coat closet at a party about two weeks ago, he was hyperaware of her every move, and the beautiful aura that seemed to follow her wherever she went. Sometimes, a memory of the smell of her shampoo hit him, or the way her skin felt underneath his fingertips as alcohol pushed them to kiss with more and more passion in the darkness between the coats. There was just a tiny problem, and that was the idiot he had to call his best friend because they stuck through thick and thin since their high school days. Mateo would never claim the man was a good man, and he’d always felt bad for the girls who had to stick with him. But this particular woman struck a nerve, and Mateo wished he could tell her to just turn her back on his best friend, and come to him instead. As if his arms were already wide open, just waiting for her.

         The faint sound of music was buzzing from downstairs, but up here it was awfully quiet. He’d fled the life of the party in an attempt to catch a breath, before he did something stupid at the sight of her dancing with his friend. And yet here she was, beautiful as ever when he turned around to look at her instead of out the window. A crooked smile on his lips, he folded his arms over his chest. “Or did you get lost?”

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            Never in a million years did Katherine believe this would happen. She was sitting in a class room, in the dark, with a glass of wine in hand. From the moment the invitation landed in her mailbox, she knew it would be a bad idea to attend this high school reunion. It would do no good. She had long left her high school days behind, and this would only bring up bad memories. And yet she still dressed up, put on make up, an image of composure and happiness to impress her former classmates. But the moment she lay eyes on the person she’d loved through all those high school years, her composure began to crumble, and she pulled away from the crowd to roam the school halls on her own. When the door, that she left ajar, opened, she wasn’t even surprised to see the silhouette of the person she was trying to avoid the most. “What, did you come to watch me fall apart? Please -- enjoy the show.”

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             Looking back at college, Olivia still wasn’t sure how she made it out alive. She had failed so many tests, so many assignments, and paid so many people to do her work for her because she just wasn’t good at it. But somehow, she ended up graduating anyway. She wasn’t sure how that was possible, but she strongly considered her parents to have played a part in it. Maybe they knew more about her awful grades than they let on, more than she wanted them to know anyway. But alas, all of that was stuff of the past now. She was done, and she didn’t plan on picking up a job right away. No, she intended to celebrate, and to her surprise, her parents had decided to rent a house in the Hamptons for her to go away with some friends -- as long as she promised to take her brother with her.

               Seeing as Olivia and Theo had always gotten along rather well, she didn’t mind that. Plus, he did have some hot friends. One of them in particular, who she used to have an awful crush on before she left for college and forgot about him thanks to plenty of other people warming her bed. Just her luck that Theo decided to invite him out of all the friends he had. It was the first morning in the house, and Olivia woke up far too early for her own liking. Everyone else was still fast asleep, and the sky outside was still bleeding red, dark rather than light. But seeing as she couldn’t sleep anymore, she put on her silk robe over the flimsy negligee she wore for sleeping and moved downstairs to get some coffee and food in the kitchen. As she stepped through the doorway, she was surprised to see that she hadn’t been the first one with this idea. Arms folding over her chest, she leaned against the doorway and watched her big brother’s best friend with raised brows, hoping she looked cooler than she felt. “What are you doing up so early already?”

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+ starter for @cxgitando based on this.

            From one day to the other, Hunter had snapped. His life had been dull, a fuzzy black and white picture ever since the accident that ruined his wish to become a surgeon, and instead put him into the law firm his father always wanted him to work at. He’d worked 23 hours on seven days of the week, no joy, no happiness to be found in his life. He’d been a ghost of the person he once was. And then he decided he couldn’t do it anymore. It had been a realization that hit him between sleeping pills and cases, staring at him from a blank piece of paper. Overnight, he’d grabbed his stuff, picked up his dog his sister had been looking after ever since he started working like crazy, and left his home. He had been touring the country ever since. He’d even lost track of the days he’d been gone now, it must have been weeks by now. But there was nothing more beautiful than not being expected anywhere, able to do whatever he wanted to do. He hadn’t felt this amazing in a decade. 

             Today, he found himself in a small diner in a town ( he’d forgotten the name, or maybe never even seen it ) on the other side of the state. Caesar was lying by his feet, enjoying the fact that they’d found a place where dogs were allowed. He’d been lost in a newspaper, a black coffee by his side -- but Hunter couldn’t really get that lost at all. He was constantly pulled away from the paper by the man who was seemingly the owner of the place and the father of his waitress. He kept yelling at the young woman, touching her with more aggression than was necessary. A frown appeared on Hunter’s forehead as he watched the scene, and as she put down a plate of pancakes in front of him ( too late, as her father stated, even if Hunter hadn’t waited long at all ), he put the newspaper aside. “Thank you very much,” he smiled at her, the smile warmer than anything he’d shown in a while. And then, for some reason, the pancakes were forgotten as he stared at her face, and realized that she did not deserve to be treated like this in the slightest. She deserved a way out, just like him. So as her father vanished in the kitchen, he cleared his throat and asked out of the blue, “Do you want to get out of here with me?”

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           It wasn’t unusual to get a call to come out to the lake that was off boundaries. Especially teenagers liked to throw parties, dump their shit in the lake or even just go skinny dipping. Most of the time, it was a boring act -- a complete waste of Silas’ time. Why was he always on the night shift when this annoying shit happened? Glancing out the window as the trees passed by, he thought he saw something glisten in the darkness. But it was gone before he could really think further about what it was ( a watch? a phone? Someone in a glittery dress running by? ), and the car slowed down close to the docks. Getting out, he pulled out his flashlight and moved towards the docks. To Silas’ surprise, his eyes could only find a single silhouette. Most of the time, they were called for bigger crowds than this, a single person would hardly catch anyone’s eyes. But it did come out of the lake, and as his flashlight moved over naked legs, he quickly cast it down to the ground. It was one thing to go skinny dipping in a forbidden lake, another to have a flashlight shine at your naked body. “I hope you’re aware that you’re trespassing,” he called out as he moved in closer -- but then he stopped, standing there on the middle of the dock, a little dumbfounded. Now that he was close enough so that the moon highlighted the face of the trespasser, he recognized her. Wasn’t she the waitress who’d spilled coke all over his pants the other day? And more importantly, wasn’t she the woman he’d left his number only for her not to text him back? “Well, hello there. Why didn’t you text me?” Yes, he was on duty, and it was highly inappropriate, but that question had been on his mind ever since he left that diner, waiting for her to text him. Besides, Silas had never been the kind of guy to hold back what was on his mind.

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+ starter for @cxgitando based on this.

            Mostly all of May’s friends thought she was crazy. They thought the way she was dying to have a baby was ridiculous, that waiting a few more months or years wouldn’t kill her. But May just knew she couldn’t wait. Her biological clock was ticking, and who knew when she’d actually run into the right person to have a child with? She was lucky that at least one of them decided to stick with her, setting her up on so many blind dates she lost count. Most of them ended after the first question coming out of her mouth anyway -- until one of them stuck. She had to admit, she was surprised as well. She didn’t expect to get lucky this way, was already researching sperm donors although she wanted the real natural process. But the guy was nice, and good-looking, and willing to help her get pregnant. Who would she be to read too much into that, when she finally got what she wanted? She couldn’t complain about the sex either, in fact, it was much better than anything she would have expected to come out of this. Maybe it had also happened a few more times than necessary. Now, three months after their first date, she found herself standing in front of his door, nervously clutching onto an envelope in her hands. May Robinson did not trust silly pregnancy tests you could just buy. She went for the real thing, the envelope in her hand holding the test results from her latest blood test. And God, was she nervous. Even just the few seconds ticking by until the door opened already were too much. “Hey,” she smiled, even though it was tense. “Am I interrupting? I -- uh, I got my test results, figured we could open them together.” Mostly because she wasn’t sure what she’d do if this would be yet another negative result, and she’d be left at home all alone.