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[hunter/brody] "What is this? Jam?"

Brody bit back ahiss when Hunter’s thumb moved up to his lip to wipe away what she thought wasa stray piece of strawberry jam. It was a very Hunter assumption seeing as the blonde was always mocking him forhis messy table manners and the way he often ended up with half his lunch downhis shirt because he was too busy scrolling through political articles on hisphone to pay much attention to which part of his face he was shoving his peanutbutter and jelly sandwich in. Apparently, he had to have more decorum now that the two of them were ‘dating’though, as Donoghue had made it explicitly clear that she had no intention ofletting people think she even kept company, never mind was in a relationship,with someone who ‘resembled a tearaway toddler in between lunch hour andnaptime at nursery’.

“Do you mind?” he snapped at her, petulantlyshoving away her hand when her thumb came away smeared with his blood.

The glare on herface only made his scowl deepen and the two of them immediately fell back intotheir usual pattern of hushed bickering where Hunter demanded to know just where he got his bleeding cut from andBrody refusing to answer until the blonde came dangerously close to stomping onhis foot with those bloody jingling heels of hers.

“Your parents haveseen me look worse than this,” he sneered, remembering the way Mrs Donoghue hadalmost fainted when he’d shown up for dinner with a particularly large shinerafter a rally had gone awry.

“Besides, it’s none of your business since we are not actually dating,” Brody reminded her. “I don’t involve you in this so butt out, Blondie.”

A startled yelpcame from the next room over and Brody’s heart sank in his chest.

“Hunter, yourboyfriend got blood all over your newdress design!” Chloe shrieked, marching into the living room and brandishing thepretty white dress Brody had previously used to stuff against his face so hecould halt his previous nosebleed.

“Darling, Ithought I would never see you again!” Brody exclaimed to his ‘girlfriend’ atonce upon noticing the appearance of Hunter’s sister. Without warning, he cuppedthe back of Hunter’s neck and immediately pulled her in for a kiss that leftChloe groaning and averting her eyes and finding someone else to complain toabout the bloody stupid dress.

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[gabe/caroline] "That is the stupidest thing I've ever heard."

“No, really!”Caroline urged, sitting herself down next to Gabe and nodding emphatically. “Ifa cat falls off the seventh floor ofa building, it has a thirty percent less chance of surviving than it would ifit fell off the twentieth floor.”

While Gabecontinued to stare at her blankly, clearly disinterested in her piece oftrivia, Caroline continued.

“Apparently ittakes eight floors for a cat to realise what’s happening so he can correcthimself and prepare for landing,” she explained. She held up her hands, placingone by the top of her head and one at the same height as her shoulder.

“So it’s good newsfor the cat who lives in the penthouse,” she said, giving a thumbs up with herhigher hand. Then she winced and turned the thumb of her lower hand down. “Andbad news for the seventh floor kitty.”

Seeing that Gabe hadyet to be enthralled, Caroline simply pursed her lips and pretended that this hadn’t been her plan all along. Restingher hands back on her knees, she fashioned her features into the picture ofperfect innocence.

“But in hindsight,now that you know something like that,the idea of going to prom doesn’t sound quite as stupid anymore, does it?” sheasked him, suddenly elbowing him in the side with a mischievous glint in hereye.

She supposed shethought Gabe had a point when he stated that prom was a bit of a juvenileconcept when it was arranged within college, especially since the event wouldbe largely dominated by the football team and Caroline was sure that there wasno way Grant Morley and his friends would pass up an opportunity to spike thepunch, but also she wanted to go. Shehad never went to prom in high school back in France, as Zel had possessed thevery same anti-school spirit view that Gabe seemed to hold. He and Aaron hadplanned on boycotting the whole thing, but Caroline was well on her way topersuading him to change his mind.

Resting her chinon his shoulder and pushing the tip of her nose against his jawline, she tuggedat the sleeve of the Spiderman jerseyhe wore – which she was actually pretty sure belonged to her.

“Please?” shetried once more.

She felt ratherthan heard the defeated sigh her boyfriend let out and perked up at once.Catching his attempt at a scowl, Caroline leaned forward and, with anuncharacteristic bout of confidence, kissed Gabe on the cheek. For once, theaction wasn’t preceded by her usual awkward stuttering. Instead, she patted himlightly on the bicep.

“How is that arm Itwisted?” she asked cheekily.

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[freddie/elsie] "I named it after you."

Elsie wasn’t agirl of many words, so it wasn’t an unusual occurrence to find her strugglingfor the right ones. Given that she wasn’t much of a physical person eitherunless your name happened to be Jason Houlihan, many of Elsie’s socialinteractions were fraught with an awkward tension that sent her counterpartshuffling off after realising Elsie wasn’t the ideal partner for conversation.

She’d been workingon it though, even engaging in a stinted discussion about Peter Quill withOllie. She liked him because of the space thing, and Ollie liked him because hewas a superhero, and the pair may have only gotten about five sentences in, butElsie had still counted it as victory. It had made Freddie smile to hear aboutanyway.

Yet it was Freddiewho had Elsie at a loss for words at that particular moment.

“You… named a starafter me?” she managed to choke out when she eventually found her voice.

Anxious fingerstwitched and fiddled with the buttons on the vest of her dungarees, clutchingat the straps as she watched Freddie nod excitedly, a happy smile on her facethat never waned even though it was taking Elsie longer than necessary to fullyprocess the whole situation.

“There’s a starnamed after me?” Elsie asked slowly. Once again, Freddie seemed to have noqualms about providing Elsie with some confirmation.

The brunette hadno idea what the protocol for this sort of situation was. Elsie wasn’t meant tohave a star named after her, because that was a gesture so romantic andunfathomable that she’d long since laid that dream to rest. But now Freddie wasgrinning at her, still waving the piece of paper that was solid, black andwhite proof that there was a star in the sky called ‘Elsie Mason’.

After taking adeep breath, Elsie surged forward, acting on instinct rather than listening toreason and then giving into fear. She wrapped her arms around Freddie andpressed her face into the other girl’s neck.

“Thank you,” she murmuredinto Freddie’s hair.

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[baby/jimmy] "It's dark in here!"

Jimmy splutteredout a laugh because, as smart as his girlfriend was, she did have thoseamusing, if very brief, moments when he wondered just how long it would takeher to catch onto her own mistakes. It was less a lack of intellect and more ofa complete disinterest in the sport her boyfriend had wriggled his way into inorder to gain the favour of his old dad, that had everything to do with hercurrent confusion though.

He heard herwords, even if they were muffled, and another snicker sounded from him.

“Well darlin’,that’s ‘cause you’ve went and got it on that pretty lil head of yours backwards,” he told her. He allowedhimself a quick moment to wear a smug, shit-eating grin before he reachedforward and lifted the football helmet from her head, his hands supporting theweight of it to turn it and set it right so Baby could glare at him properlynow.

“There she is!” hecrooned. His own happy expression was, unfortunately, not mirrored by Baby.

“Aw, don’t poutnone, Baby,” he teased. “I bet you could still play better than me if you ranwith it like you did.”

He bent down, acoy smile playing on his lips as he worked to gain her favour back. His fingerslightly gripped the grill of the helmet so he could let her know he wanted hercloser, but his attempts to kiss her were foiled by the great hunking piece ofmetal jammed on top of her head. Instead, he made do with sticking his face asclose to hers as he could and pressing a ticklish kiss to her nose, seeing atit was the only darn place he could reach.

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[jensen/lux] "I think you should go for it."

One eyebrow raised, a hand combing its way through his hair, Jensen stared at his best friend, his features clouded with a look of total disbelief. She thought he should go for it? With Greyson? He knew he should be happy, grateful that she was being supportive of him, but he just felt annoyed.

“Uh, seriously?” he asked, eyeing her curiously. “You think I should just... ask him out?”

Lux was his best friend, the most important person in his life bar Sawyer, and he’d do anything for her. She knew that, of course she did, but their relationship had always been nothing but platonic, and as far as he was aware he was content with that. Sure, Lux was hot, and he enjoyed teasing her every so often, but that was it, right? Wrong. The way in which she so casually encouraged him, telling him to pursue Greyson, only rattled his nerves. Where some girls - or guys, even - might be petty and try to discourage him, jealousy seeping through their tone, there was only sincerity in Lux’s.

Unwavering, she continued wiping down the bar before him, entirely undeterred by his persistence regarding Greyson, he sighed and shrugged. Fine, if she wasn’t interested then he wasn’t gonna waste his God damn time.

“Right. Awesome. I’m gonna do exactly that. Thanks, Saverin,” he told her, his voice clipped as he tried not to sound too irritated. Did she really not care? Well, shit. His heart hammered in his chest at the thought, and he found himself slowly contemplating the possibility of maybe, just maybe, he was the jealous one. He wanted Lux to be jealous, he wanted her to protest and tell him that he shouldn’t go after Greyson, that he had everything he needed right here.

But she wouldn’t, and so he wouldn’t wait around.

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[bea/pace] "I think you deserve better than a girl who doesn't realise just how talented you are."

“I know she is no Eliza Schuyler, but I think if I tell myself that is she isn’t too bad then maybe I will start to believe it. Besides, I think she also deserves better than someone who has feelings for someone else.”

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[hunter/brody] "Is this all a game to you?"

“I did this for you as a favour. You’re making me regret it every step of the way, Blondie. I don’t need to do all this, but I’m doing it anyway so I wear what I want and I say what I want to your douchebag ex, okay? And trust me, Donoghue, this is actually way more of a game for you than it is for me.”

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[kit/lo] "So maybe I'm not 100% over you. Maybe there's a part of me that never will be."

“And you thought telling me this twenty minutes before I leave for a date was a good idea? You know I’m not over you. Don’t you think saying that’s going to fuck with my head, Lo? Jeeze. I keep thinking I can move on and then you pull this shit and I’m back to thinking we have a chance and then I just freakin’ blink and you’re with her. Just stop! Please. See, I’m even asking nicely.”