#lydiabeckett

[jackadler]

STARTER FOR: @lydiabeckett​ LOCATION: Carlson Residence — Ventura. DATE AND TIME: January 29th, 2021. 8:30PM.

The moment the sun went down, the full moon hung high in a sea of black, Jack started to feel a little more alive than he did in the early hours. His bedroom was lined with sheet music. He had dragged his drumkit into his bedroom too, pounding away when inspiration struck. With an almost completed next album, Jack had enough music to fuel the rest of his career, it seemed. But, these days, he doesn’t quite write to impress. None of these songs are meant to be released out into the world. Not yet, anyway. They would most likely collect dust inside an old shoebox until he found them again many moons later and began to reminisce on all the emotions he felt while writing them.

When his muse for writing shot through the ceiling, there was only one person he thought to share it with. Lydia. So, he shot her a text, saying he was going to pick her up so they could hang out and talk. He was always honored that he was one of the only people she shared her passions with. That passion being writing. Sure, they wrote within different mediums, Jack a love-struck songwriter and Lydia, a storyteller with a taste for horror. But, somehow, it worked.

“Hey!” Jack calls from a distance, entering the premises from out of his car. “Well, where to, Beck? It’s your choice tonight.”

[milesmahir]

for: @lydiabeckett​ location: random avalon street time: sunday afternoon

A chill Sunday bike ride is what Miles needed, not that his week had been hectic by any means, but there was no harm in a simple reset before Monday. There was another reason too, one that he wasn’t proud to admit. Miles also wanted to be out of the house. Not to avoid their family or anything like that, just no reason other than to simple see outside those four walls — okay maybe to also to see outside those four people. He loved them, but it wasn’t the same as it was when he was younger. The love and laughter was still there, but responsibilities grew, especially since he returned. It was all Miles do this, Miles do that. That’s what brought stress into their life.

He rode absentmindedly, weaving through the streets of Avalon, thoughts behind, sunshine ahead. The adjustment back to the island life was smooth, though he missed the life in LA, Catalina was home. When people recognised them here, Miles recognised them back. And there were a lot of familiar faces. A lot. From, old high school teachers to people that told him off for spraying sand onto them when he was ten, to that random blonde girl that walked across from him — it was the small town curse and a blessing in disguise. Wait, blonde girl?

“Hey, hey,” Miles called out, snapping back to reality. Her face jogged a long forgotten memory, Riding back to the girl he just sped past, “Hey, I know you, don’t I? Have we met before?”

[jasminevolkan]

CLOSED ► @lydiabeckett​🎈🎂

WHEN: jas’ birthday party, saturday april 3rd, 5:15 pm

WHERE: at jasmine’s house in avalon

jasmine lightly tapped on the blonde’s shoulder, her other hand was hidden behind her back. “may i bother you for a couple of minutes?” she did not even know why she asked, it was obvious she would do so even without her friend’s permission. “i lit up your the candle you got me when i was getting ready — and oh my god it smells absolutely amazing!” she marked a pause, containing her excitement. “but that’s not the point! the point is i made a wish and it came true. i’ve been looking for this since the day you came to the shop.” she stretched her arm out in front of her, holding a small gift bag with a bow glued on it that was practically the same size. inside, there were two friendship bracelets made out of colourful and mismatched beads and threads. “we made these when you came over for the first time, i don’t know if you remember. i never really thought they’d come in handy again, but... yeah. i thought you might want to have it, for old time’s sake!”