#mo murphy

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so apparantly tumblr doesn't like my D.W. Incident story, so here's the link to the google doc with it on it

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Jules and Drake mend fences

Julia laughed at her best friend, sitting in the passenger seat of Mo's car. "You can't be serious?" Mo frowned, and, after waiting for Jules to stop laughing, said, " I don't think it's that funny. All I said was that Dad wanted to have you over for dinner." Jules stared, still trying to decide whether this was a joke or not. "But… Your dad hates me. He has ever since the D.W. incident." Mo shook her head. "No he doesn't! He didn't think you were a good influence, but I've been telling him about you, and everything you've been doing, and he wants to mend fences." She explained, swerving to avoid a box in the road. Julia blinked. "Wait what? He never hated me?" Mo smiled a bit. "No, of course not!" Julia sat back, considering. "…did I hate on him for no reason?" She said, quietly. Mo patted her back with one hand, keeping one on the steering wheel. "We were kids, Jules." Jules nodded, and looked out the window.

A few days later, Jules was standing in front of her closet, looking at the outfits she had. "What the hell am I supposed to wear?" Her fiancée spoke up from the bed behind her. "You're just going to Mr. Murphy's house, right?" At Jules' nod, Mari continued, " Just wear whatever you wear to Mo's house, except maybe a little bit nicer." She shrugged. Jules pulled out a hooded blue crop top that had the words "juicy bitch" on the front. Mari stared at it. "No. Actually, why don't we burn that?" Jules stuck at her tongue at her, and pulled out a purple long-sleeved shirt that had a pocket on the front, and black glittery sleeves. Mari nodded. "That works." Jules nodded, and pulled out a pair of black pants and black boots to go with it.

Soon, Jules found herself outside of the Murphy house for the first time in years. In high school, she used to pick up Mo all the time, stopping in the driveway and waiting for her. Now, she was actually going into the home, and staying, at least for a little bit. She took a deep breath and decided she might as well face the music. She walked up the front steps and rang the bell. Drake opened the door, and seemed to size her up before smiling. "Come in, come in!" He waved her in, and she stepped over the threshold. The house wasn't nearly as old-fashioned as she thought it was. Sure, it was decorated like something out of a 80s sitcom, but she saw a lot of modern touches as well, like the big-screen t.v. and so on (note: come up with more touches). She hung her coat up, and saw the mantelpiece with lots of pictures in frames, mostly of Mo and Gray. Jules blinked in surprise when she saw a picture of her and Mari in one of the frames, in the engagement photos they had sent out. Mo had asked for one for her family, but Jules thought she had meant for an album or something, not hanging on the mantel of someone she thought hated her. Drake had brought a bottle of wine and two glasses into the living room, and was watching her take in the room, unsure of how to start a conversation with Jules. It had been years since he had even tried. He thought that she didn't want anything to do with him, but he figured that, especially since she was getting married, she might see things differently. Or at least he could say that he tried, he thought as he saw Jules look around, presumably about to tease him about his decor. He was surprised, however, when Jules looked at him and blurted out, "I'm sorry." Drake looked at her in confusion. "For what?" Jules walked over and sat on the couch, and Drake thought he saw tears in her eyes. "For the D.W. thing, and everything. " She said, taking a breath. "I- I thought you hated me for years, and didn't realize-" she stopped, not sure what to say next, trying not to cry. Drake put his arm around her, sitting next to her. "Hey, it's not your fault. I wasn't exactly clear in explaining myself to you." He said, attempting to soothe Jules. Jules smiled a bit. That seemed to cheer her up. "Well, to be fair, you probably thought I hated you too." Drake nodded, although she couldn't see it. Truth was, he did think she hated him, up until this very moment. Jules looked at him right in the eyes. "You don't hate me, right?" She said, looking for something in his eyes. Validation? Maybe. Drake shook his head. "No, of course not. I could never hate you." Jules sighed in relief. "And I don't hate you, either." They hugged each other. The rest of the evening passed pretty quickly, with both of them (and eventually LP) talking about memories, Mo, Jules' recent engagement, and everything under the sun. At the end of the night, Drake insisted LP drive Jules home, despite the fact that Jules had had about half a glass of wine, and had been distracted by the conversation to drink more. "Before you go, I want to tell you something." Drake said to Jules as she stood to leave. Drake put his hands on her shoulders. "I'm proud of you. I want you to know that." Jules smiled "Thanks Mr. Drake." Once she got home, Jules went upstairs to see her fiancée already in bed. "Mari, Mo was right." She said, changing into pajamas and washing her face. Mari put down the book she was reading when Jules came in. "What do you mean? Jules came in, and climbed into bed, leaning against Mari. "Mr. Drake doesn't hate me after all." Mari rolled her eyes, and smirked. "Well yeah, I could have told you that." She said, kissing her fiancée's forehead.

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Rina definitely-not-a-werewolf Talbot

Dew and Mo's house Rina is eating a raw steak in the kitchen, Anna is also in the kitchen, Jules is laying across Mari's lap in the living room, Mo and Dew are on the couch Mo: Are you sure that's safe to eat raw? Anna: Rina's got a…Don't say werewolf, don't say werewolf.. high tolerance to raw meat sheepish grin, Mo stares for a bit, waiting for a better excuse, then shrugs Mari: I mean, steak tartare is a thing, and that uses raw steak Jules: don't you like cook that in lemon juice or something? Mo: that's ceviche Mari: and that's shrimp Jules: Oh returns to her phone Mo: Hey Rina! Wanna grab a plate and join us in here? note: this isn't too long after they meet Rina, Mo is concerned about accidentally excluding her, as she's noticed Rina gets anxious easily Rina nods, and, grabbing a plate -has she just been eating out of the package the whole time?- she and Anna come to the living room, joining Mo and Dew on the couch

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Story 1 (incomplete)

"Mo! Come on, you're gonna be late for school!" Drake Murphy yelled up the stairs, crossing his arms impatiently. "Be there in a second!" Mo attempted to put on her left shoe, stuff the last few papers in her backpack, and finish eating her toast all at the same time, nearly falling down the stairs in the process. She recovered quickly, and, finally pulling on her shoe, rushed down the stairs, toast in mouth, papers stuffed into the backpack. Drake sighed, and he and Mo finally got into the station wagon. As he started the car, he sighed again. "You know, stuffing your papers into your bag like that wrinkles them up and makes the teacher think you don't care." Ignoring Mo's muttered "yeah, you've only told me a million times. " , he continued. "Anyway, what happened to those folders I gave you?" Mo opened her backpack, searching. "They're in here somewhere…" Drake sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. "Mo, I gave you those for a reason." "I know, I know…" In the backseat, Mo's sister Grayson sighed. "Oh great, another lecture from Dad about impressing your teachers." Drake turned to give Gray a Look™, narrowly avoiding a pedestrian. " Listen, impressing your teachers is important." As the girls groaned and facepalmed in unison, Drake continued "You girls both need to be thinking of the future," he paused to poke Mo, who raised an eyebrow. ", especially you. Listen, when I was your age…" And Drake lectured them about impressing teachers etc. etc., the whole way to the school, both sisters sighing and thinking "why me?"

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Later, like 3rd period or something IDK

"So, the next thing I knew, Dickie was nearly beating down the door to my English class, asking if I was okay!" Marigold Wallace laughed as she sat down next to Mo Murphy, shaking her head. Mo could only shoot her a confused look, as Julia Douglas sat on the other side of her, shaking her head. "Dude, that's so controlling." Mari frowned. "No, it's not! Dickie's just trying to look after me, you know?" "Yeah, but is that his job?" Jules popped a piece of gum in her mouth, snapping it. Mari glared at her, nearly jumping out of her chair. "YEAH-" Mo put up a hand, "Hey, whoa, what the heck are y'all talking about?" She turned to Mari. "Are you okay?" Mari rolled her eyes and straightened her glasses. "Yeah, I'm fine. Dickie called me while I was in the bathroom during yesterday's English class and heard Brittany bawling over some guy again. He thought it was me, and nearly gave Mrs. Johnson a heart attack banging on the door!" Mo looked incredulous. "So what did you say??" Mari snickered. " Of course, I told him it was all some boy's fault!" They all laughed at that that, Mo saying, "Are you serious?" Mari laughed even harder. "No! I told him it was Brittany, but he didn't believe me!" But by that point, they had all lost it and giggled the rest of the way through Ms. Thompson's boring lecture on mathematical formulas. Every time they would settle down, one of them would pretend to bang on a desk or something, and they would giggle again.

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5th or 6th period, afternoon, after lunch Dickie, Mo, and Mari all have the same science class, advanced biology. Dickie got there early, as he always does. Mo and Mari came in right before the bell rang, as they always do, and sat on either side of Dickie. Dickie sighed at them pointedly, in a way that clearly said, "Why are you like this?" Mo snickered at that. "Dude, you sound like my dad" Mari ignored both of them and pulled out her notebook. "Hey Dickie, you have your license with you, right?" Dickie raised an eyebrow. "Mare, I drove you here." "I know" She pulled out another paper from her bag, and Dickie sighed " What happened to those folders you have?" Mari held up folders with more papers in them. "Right here. Anyway, can you pleeease drive us to the Tasty Freeze after school?" She batted her eyelashes, as if her brother would actually think that they were innocently asking. Mo did too, figuring it was worth a try. Dickie immediately saw through them both. "No. Besides, maybe I have other things to do after school, like a date or something. " Both girls looked at him in shock. Mari blinked. "You have a date?!?" Dickie sighed once more. "Well, no, but I could have one!" Mo snorted, and Dickie glared at her. Mari pouted. "Oh, c'mon Dickie!" Dickie sighed. "Don't you have homework to do or something?" Mari smiled. "Nope, I did it during study hall!" Dickie raised an eyebrow. "Really? Then what's that?" He pointed to a loose paper that clearly said "Algebra Homework 9/21" Mari shoved the paper in her backpack, and Dickie winced slightly. "Look, life's not always about homework and studying you know!" She exclaimed in annoyance. Dickie sighed. "I know that!" Mari stared at him hard. "Do you? It seems like all you ever do these days is study or lecture me about studying." She slammed her binder on the desk, startling a nearby student. Mo looked on awkwardly, wondering if she could coerce Dew's dad into driving them instead. Dickie glared at his sister. "Look, Mari, you've gotta think of your future. If you want to get into a good college-" Mari cut him off angrily. "Dickie. I am a sophomore. I have two more years to worry about college, if I even go." Mo raised her eyebrows. Not going to college? Is that even an option? Dickie opened his mouth to retort, but Mrs. Tamarson walked in the classroom at that moment, and started the class.

Mo kept wondering, however. Did she have to go to college? Did she even want to? She wasn't sure about it.

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After school Mo, Hector, Dew and Lou had had a tradition for the past two years; every Thursday evening, as soon as they can escape their respective households, they meet in their semi-secret clubhouse in the empty yard between their houses. That's where they were now, and Mo was still wondering.

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IDK what to call this scene

There are times when Hector reminds Mo of a used car salesman, trying to sell her on whatever scheme he had planned. This is one of those times, she thought as Hue put his arm around her, waving the other one around as if painting a picture of the scheme he was talking about. "Picture it Mo. By the end of it all, we'll be rich." Mo pretended to sip her drink to keep from laughing. "Hec, man, we are rich, technically." "Yeah, but we'll be richer. Besides, gotta pay for that wedding somehow, eh?" He elbowed Mo jokingly, nearly making her spill her drink. She moved his arm off of her, laughing. "Touche bro. Still not doing it though." She said, looking for her fiancé in the crowd of people. "Aw, come on!" Mo laughed. "No way!" Hector scoffed. "Fine, I'll find someone who *will* go along with this." He walked off to do exactly that as Mo rolled her eyes. Dew came up to her around that time, glancing at Hec as he passed by. Raising his eyebrows, he asked,"What's up with him?" Mo sighed. "Oh, the usual." Dew chuckled. "Oh God. I don't want to know, do I?" Mo shook her head, sipping her drink.

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What a way to spend a Friday night

Mo laughed as Mari twirled around in the old dress she was wearing, a tattered robe swaying around her, lip-syncing to some pop song, using a hairbrush as a microphone. Julia tried to grab onto Mari's robe as it swooshed past where she lay on the floor, but missed, nearly falling over in the process. Mo laughed harder, nearly falling off Mari's bed where she was flipping through some magazine from like 2002.

Suddenly, Mari's bedroom door flew open, and they all froze. Mari's older brother stood in the doorway, hands on his hips like an angry father. "Do you girls have any idea what time it is?" He asked in indignation. Mari rolled her eyes, Julia snorted, and Mo returned to her magazine.

Mari was the one to reply, adjusting her robe in the full-length mirror. "It's Friday night. Who cares what time it is?" Mo and Jules nodded.

Dickie scoffed. "Seriously?"

Jules sat up suddenly. "Hey, I bet that new burger place on State Street is still open! They're supposed to be open 24 hours!"

Mo glanced up. "ooh I could go for some fries!"

Mari nodded. "Hey, me too!" She turned to Dickie, who was standing there slightly aghast "Hey Dickie! Can you drive us over there?"

Dickie stared bemusedly before scoffing. "What? No! It's 2 in the morning! I am definitely not taking the three of you to some burger place at 2 in the morning!"

Somehow, Dickie found himself at Burger Barn with all three girls at 2:30 in the morning, wondering why he even knocked on his sister's door to begin with.

Mari had threatened to walk about 5 miles over here, and, while he's pretty sure she was bluffing, he wasn't going to call her on it. Besides, the fries were pretty good, he thought, looking around at Jules chowing down on a double patty burger, Mo dipping her fries in some mixture of ranch and ketchup and his sister stealing fries from his plate. What a way to spend a Friday night.