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Mackie Samoskevich…I am now your biggest fan

[drysdaledaydream]

3000 miles away | LH43, EE73, DD25, ME94, LF63, JT15, NW31, MS11, AF19 x Platonic!Black OC!Nevaeh Monroe

a/n: I didn’t mean for this to be so long 😭 Also this is set before some of them go to the NHl. Also 2: Pretend that Los Angeles to Ann is 3000 miles from each other.

Nevaeh gazed out her bedroom window staring at the California sunset, missing the snowflakes and fireplace warmth of Michigan. She longed to be back with her friends, especially Luke, who had been her childhood friend.

As she scrolled through her phone, memories flooded her mind. She and Luke had grown up together, and his hockey teammates had become her own friends. They'd have sleepovers, skated together, played in the snow, and the boys would go to Nevaeh with girl issues.

But now, she was stuck in California, feeling homesick and alone. She sent Luke a message: "Hey, I'm missing you and Michigan so much. Can we Facetime tonight?"

The response came quickly: "Aww, Nevaeh! I'm missing you too! We can Facetime tonight after practice. Can't wait to catch up!"

Nevaeh's heart skipped a beat. Maybe this winter break wouldn't be so bad after all.

Nevaeh's eyes wandered, lost in the California haze. She yearned to escape the sun-kissed streets, craving the crisp air and gray skies of home. She stood there on the half empty dock thinking of running away, back to the place she dreams of being in. If only it wasn’t 3000 miles away.

Feeling restless, she thought back to Michigan's stormy weather, the way the wind would whip through her hair as she walked down State Street. Those were the days she felt truly alive.

The present seemed dull and gray in comparison. She missed the warmth of her friends hugs, the way they tease convinced her to stop studying and to go out with them. Most of all, she missed the sense of belonging that came with being surrounded by friends who knew her best.

As she gazed out at the sunset reflecting into the ocean, a pang of sadness struck her heart. She wasn't okay. She was lost in a sea of unfamiliarity, 3000 miles from her home.

Nevaeh redialed Ethan’s number, for the 6th time, hoping he'd answer. She remembered his "Silent mode" joke and smiled, thinking about their late-night conversations on her roof top.

As she waited, she gazed out at the California night sky, feeling like a stranger in this moonlit world. She longed for Michigan's starry skies and snowflakes falling.

Finally, Ethan answered, his sleepy voice a brightness to her dark homesick heart. "Hey, what's up?" he mumbled.

"Just wanted to hear about your day," Nevaeh said softly. As they talked, the distance between them seemed to shrink, but she knew a piece of her heart would always remain in Michigan.

Listening to Nevaeh, Dylan grows concerned as she mention being lonely and homesick "I’ve been dreamjng of a place called home, Dyl." She felt like she was drowning in her birth state, surrounded by unfamiliar faces, beside her father, her step siblings, and the endless sunshine.

She thought back to the nights them and the crew would run together, laughing and chasing the stormy weather. But now, the gray skies of Michigan seemed like a distant memory.

"I don’t feel okay, Dylan" she whispered to him over the phone, feeling the weight of her decision to leave her father and go back home to her true family, her friends. She missed the way they would take turns guiding her to skate, and the way the wind would whip through her hair when Luke’s older brother Quinn would drive their boat on the summer lake.

And as she gazed out at Los Angeles skyline, she felt like she was losing herself. The distance between them and her seemed to grow with each passing day, and she wondered if this feeling would end.

As she laid in her bed, she thought of the crew at the rink, their rugged faces and loud chirping becoming a familiar noise to her. She'd grown up with their laughter, their teasing, and their competitive banter.

But now, as she laid alone, she felt like an outsider. Michigan was a 3,000 mile drive away and the next plane leaves in 3 days, but Nevaeh wishes she could be there in an instant, like Dorothy.

If only, only, she could go back for a day, to see those familiar faces that she calls her brothers. But it was too far, and she knew she couldn't won’t make it home in time before they have to go back to school.

Nevaeh opens up a group chat titled, “The Wolves”, a play on their college team name. She writes a long text, saying, “Hey boys, it's been too long. I'm stuck here in this crazy, busy city, feeling like I'm a millions miles away from everything that's real. I miss the stormy weather, I miss our late nights at the lake, and I miss the way you all would drag me out…. But most importantly I miss you all. This place just ain't the same as Michigan nor are the people. It feels like forever since we've been together. I'm not okay. 3000 miles away, wishing we were all together. Talk to you guys later <3 - Nevaeh”

Nevaeh wakes up to the yellow California sun shining in her eyes. She lays there for a second before hearing her phone going off continuously. As she grabs her phone, she notices all the messages from the group chat, and she reads every response.

E: We miss you as well Nevs!!!

Dyl: There’s always FaceTime or Skype

Mack: Yeah, this place isn't the same without you. We need you back here

Luca: Adams growing annoying, we need you to shut him up

Adam: Screw off Luca. But Nevs if you’re feeling homesick we can always book you the flight back.

Jay: Or we could fly to you!

Noah: We’ll get the crew together back together as soon as you’re home!

Marks: We love Nevaeh, you could always call one of us

And as Nevaeh gets ready to respond and message chat pops down and the name reads, LuLu, Nevaeh instantly opens her and Luke’s Messages.

LuLu

Hey, what's going on?

You're really not okay?

Nevs

I’m okay, Lu. Just

been homesick bad.

LuLu

I’m always here for you,

we all are.

Nevs

I know Luke, I’ll

see you all soon. 💛

After texting her childhood best friend Nevaeh realizes, everything is not so bad. That they were right, They’ll all be together soon and going back to their old ways, Nevaeh just can’t wait

[gentlecar]

1968 Matra MS11

[goodskywalker]

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[toritome]

MATRA MS11_Fin.

白露・末候・玄鳥去「げんちょう さる・燕が南へ帰って行く」 今年のシルバーウィークは秋分の日が土曜日なのが少々残念。 MS11製作記は完成品画像をアップしての最終回。 https://flic.kr/p/YJwCX2 MATRA MS11 1968 Rd.3 Monaco GP J.P.Beltoise (MFH K411-Ver.A) キットは予選仕様をモデル化しています。 流麗なフォルムなのですが、冷却が上手くいかなかったのかスケジュールが進むにつれノーズカウルに大穴が開き、それでも足りずノーズの先がバッサリと切られる事になります。 同時展開していたMS10のジャッキー・スチュワート＋FORD DFVと比較すると戦績はパッとしないのですがタミヤ、イマイで1/12プラモデルが発売されていたりと人気がある車種ではあります。…

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[toritome]

MATRA MS11_20

白露・次候・鶺鴒鳴「せきれい なく・鶺鴒（せきれい）が鳴き始める」 このところ秋晴れの良いお天気が続いていましたが三連休は台風の影響がありそう。 一足先にTwitterでは完成報告をしましたがBlogはもう少し続きます。 リアセクションが片付いたのでコクピット周りの組立へ。 特徴的な6連メーターにパイピングを施します。 手元にある一番細いリード線（MFHの0.28mm）を使用していますがやはり太めに見えます。 まるで先日飲まされた内視鏡の管みたいです。 メーターケースとの接続部にコネクターをでっち上げ、アクセントを加えても良かったかも。 　 　 束ねたケーブルを留めるバンドは0.3mmの糸ハンダをプレスした帯金。 今回はシートの塗装が上手いこと出来たの事が数少ない満足なポイント。 メータパネルはコクピットカウルと干渉したため0.5mm程低めに取り付けています。…

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[toritome]

MATRA MS11_19

白露・初候・草露白「そうろ しろし・草に降りた露が白く光る」 日暮れの時間、夜風の涼しさ等々、季節は確実に進んでいるようです。 それと今年のホビーフォーラムは11月5日開催との報が入りました。 　 9月に入りましたが、未だ出来上がらず… 予定より2ヶ月ディレイ。 当ブログ自体も時系列的にはTwitterよりも遅れています。 エキゾーストパーツは2気筒分×6パーツの構成。 パーツはエンドパイプまで一体でキャストされていましたが、位置調整等を考慮してセパレート式に加工。 ストレート部分はメッキパイプやステンレスパイプを使用すればより実車に近い風合になるかと思いますが、入手や加工を考えるとハードルが高いですね。 真鍮パイプにメッキ風塗装も考えましたがこれまた塗装後の扱いが面倒… ということで今回もアルミパイプのお手軽仕様でございます。 　 　…

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