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      it’s been a hell of a night, and kenny can’t wait to just throw his bag down and settle in for a nap. his eyes are brimmed red, stinging with an exhaustion that reaches to the bone. he’s used to it, and probably should get used to it ( sixteen hour surgeries anyone? ) but he can’t say that he’s not excited to rest. when he shows up to his new room assignment, he pushes open the door lazily, bag in hand. “ oh, of fucking course. ” he’s already rolling his eyes when he sees fox. “ the storm didn’t take me out so i guess gordon’s gotta test me somehow. ” @goldcndays​

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      after finishing packing up his things for the evening, kennedy grabs the bag from his bed, slips on his shoes and raincoat, and heads downstairs. he figures it’s best to be prepared even if he has no intentions of going outside. as he’s passing the ground floor to head down to the basement, something catches his sight through the glass doors. belinda. though normally he’d just keep walking, kenny’s instincts kick in when he realizes she’s hurt. the way she’s crumpled on the ground makes it clear she’s not okay, and even though the storm is only picking up in severity, he’s not going to leave her there. he sets his bag down inside before using his shoulder to shove the door open. “ hey! ” it’s so windy that he has to force his movements as he heads over to her, crouching when he gets close. “ what happened? “ @bclindas​ 

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     with a coy look, kennedy slides the book gently towards benjamin. a first edition capote, probably worth just over five hundred dollars. “ you can have it - if you do this one small thing for me… ”   @benscllivn​

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      when parker pipes up again, kennedy shakes his head and points to the next equation. “ if you want to pass your math exam, less complaining. ” he notes, handing her the pencil. “ life isn’t fair. suck it up. “       @hxssvns​

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       “ good morning, sunshine. ” thick dark sunglasses sit on the bridge of his nose and kennedy grins despite the thudding headache he has. when josie shows up, he rises from his chair to kiss her on the cheek before motioning to the spread of fruit and pancakes on the table. “ lucky for you i barely went to bed –- made it here before the line. hungover brunch at jubilee is one hell of a time. ” they’ve got a pretty spot by the window, and kenny grabs the jug of mimosa to pour some into a flute for her. “ hair of the dog. so where were you last night, hm? so much for best friends, leaving me alone with the wicked witch of the west. ”             @josiehqs​

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        “  did  the  moonflower  punch  rot  your  brain, gi ? i saw on the weird sisters that you and belinda rekindled. and after she doused me in punch, no less. i never pegged you as someone fickle, so what was it, hm? what does she have on you? ” he raises his brows pointedly, sipping his coffee as he does. “ that she won’t use against you  again, might i add.  just in case your memory is as impaired as your judgement seems to be. ”        @dvinefem​

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      they’d been screaming their way through a three legged race and kennedy was absolutely certain that the folks on the olympic day committee had created the teams straight from hell. who else would’ve paired him in a competitive event with belinda? regardless of his dislike for her, kennedy’s ambition and desperate need to win at everything meant he’d put things aside in order to do so. well, mostly. “ god, you have the leg-span of a toddler. ” he huffs as they hold onto each other, attempting to truck along down the field in a rhythm they just couldn’t seem to get. as they were catching on, though, another team was pulling up on them, and kenny and belinda found themselves working to rush forward. before kennedy realizes it, though, the two of them are eating grass, and kennedy’s head pops up to yell at the team that’s now headed to the finish line. it’s only when he hears belinda in pain that he realizes an obstacle had caused her to fall, likely hurting herself. “ oh, shit.” he works to untie the rope keeping them linked so he can get a better look. @bclindas​

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    for the better part of a day, kennedy hadn’t been able to track down belinda between his classes and extracurriculars; however, it seemed that time was up when he saw a familiar head of hair about to cross the fairy tale bridge. with a few big steps, he manages to catch up to her, waving his phone for emphasis. “ belinda. ” he starts, eyes narrowed in anger. “ you can’t just leave a voicemail like that. the fuck is wrong with you? what do you mean it was your fault? did you put him up to that? ” he was sure she hadn’t –- after all, they weren’t the closest pair, but kennedy hadn’t truly thought the nature of their relationship to be malicious underneath all the taunting. the couple sharing a kiss on the bridge next to them quickly heads out as kennedy appears with a raised voice, waiting for belinda to explain the thing that had been confusing him for days. @bclindas​