#f2fs

[franniexfabs]

Please be home, please be home... [Frannie knocked on the door of Sam and Nikko’s place, rocking back and forth on her heels.] Saaaaaam. Saaaaaaaaaaaaaaaam. Mr. Evansssssss. 

@joiesamevans​

[dr-morgan-wilde]

[Backdated to Sat, Aug 20 at 8pm]

Having not done anything with anyone since arriving, Morgan decided to throw something on and attend the Lodge party. She stood and observed for a bit- then decided to throw herself in there. “Well you’re hot,” she said bluntly to the person who passed her.

[melaniemmontgomery]

[Melanie had been cuddled up with Mason on her bed until suddenly she gasped and grabbed her phone, looking through her messages.] Mase! I never decided what suitcase to bring with me! Okay so like I told my mom that we were going and she- well, first she was all “how irresponsible” but THEN... she took pics of my suitcases for me. ...Okay, actually, I called up Frances and then SHE took the pics for me. ANYWAYS... I have my monogrammed Mark & Graham or my Samsonite one that makes me think of SEASHELLS! [She held out her phone to show him the pictures of them.] 

@masonmccheers​

[poseyxharper]

Pony FTF

[Posey sat with her laptop on her bed, scrolling through prices of plane tickets before looking over at Danny] 

When should we leave? For Denver, that is. I mean, we can leave this room whenever we want... I don’t know why we would, but we could. 

@dannyboyatjoie​

[franniexfabs]

[Frannie ran her hands over her hair and tried to smooth out her outfit as she watched Hunter quickly get up and leave the room. She cleared her throat and shook her head gently before glancing over at Keegan and Aiden.] Hey... what’s- what’s up? Did you two have a good time at the Smythes’?

@keegan-fabray​

[franniexfabs]

[Frannie got back to her apartment in the early afternoon, planning to have some lunch while she worked on some writing for her classes and relax until her evening class. She’d just settled in on the couch, throwing on some channel that was showing reruns of Law and Order: SVU, when there was a knock at her door. She let out an annoyed sigh as she moved off the couch and opened the door.] Wha- ...Uh... what the hell... [Her features all scrunched up as she stared at the ridiculously ginormous sized edible arrangement that was held before her. The delivery person just managed to say “Fabray?” behind the giant bear holding an “I’m sorry” heart pillow before handing it off to her suddenly.] I- oof... uh, yes. [She moved the arrangement to the kitchen counter as quickly as she could so she would drop it and destroy, not only the fruit, but the vase of flowers also included. “Sign here,” they said, snapping her away from her confusion as she stared at it.] Right, right, sure... Thanks. [She said as she scribbled her signature on the paper and the delivery person turned immediately away.

Frannie shut the door, walking back over to the arrangement. ...Why would Hunter send this? She told him he had nothing to apologize for... and she’d just seen him on Sunday. This didn’t make any sense, she thought to herself before reaching out for the note she saw sticking out of the pineapple flowers. Opening it up, she read it and her eyes widened, jaw dropping a little.

"Keeg, I am so freaking sorry. Please answer my text messages or call me back. -Aiden"

...Oh, this was not for her...] 

@keegan-fabray​

[dancer-subclarington]

Saturday, Free Time, CLOSED starter

Kyla stood leaning against a wall, looking hard on the outside so people would leave her alone. Some people wanted to check on her because they knew she was a relatively new student, but she didn’t feel like talking to strangers even if they were from her school. She didn’t want to talk to anyone, really. It could break her little facade. But eventually she got bored, and figured she should attempt to be a human for a bit to keep herself balanced. Or at least humanish. She looked around at her choices, and zeroed in on Betsy, walking over to her. “I want to sit with you.” Okay, that didn’t really sound like herself much, but it was still talking.

@betsy-adams

[franniexfabs]

[Frannie moved the stroller back and forth to make sure that Ollie stayed asleep. What the hell was she even doing? Why was she outside the frat house right now? Why had she moved Ollie at all? There was no way he would stay asleep. But the email came in and she couldn’t bring herself to open it. The score for her LSAT was sent and it literally determined whether she’d stay at Joie or not for law school. Well, as long as she got accepted... but if she didn’t get a good score on it, then she could kiss that goodbye.] 

@joiesamevans​