Parker: started to clean up one of her tables and sighed. The 24-year-old had been working almost a twelve hour shift and had two more finals to take, but she kept working. "Fabray!" She looked back towards at the owner, who was tapping his foot and gestured for her to come towards him. "We need to set up a table for when Mr. Jones comes to the restaurant soon." She quickly finished the current table before she moved onto the next one and had it set up perfectly before she went back into the kitchen.
"If you truly love someone, then the only thing you'd want for them is to be happy. Even if its not with you,"
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Some summer nights, Dominic Presland went out on his broom and spent hours high up among the clouds, enjoying the crisp, ever moving and bitingly cold air. More often than not, those trips reminded him of his best friend, Margo.
Her too-bright smile, fiery enthusiasm and unyielding wit; he had always came back to the same question again and again: what if?
What if he had seen it sooner? What if she's have told him? What if Harrison hadnt of walked in? What if, what if?
Those thoughts were usually accompanied with bouts of regret and silent anger, and it hurt his head thinking about it. But over the summer, those lapses of emotions died down elegantly.
It had taken the two quite awhile to return to their normal state, to tentatively go back to claiming each other as best friends, but when they did it all felt right again. Though Dom did feel resent when Margo would invite Harrison to hangout with them and he would complain about it to his mother after having to tolerate the couple — slowly, surely; he realised.
Exactly how his mother realised with her own best friend, the man he knew as Uncle Malcolm, Dominic knew Margo was happy. The way she smiled around him, the way she looked at him... Hell, even the way she talked about Harrison, it made her glow. Her eyes lit up like they had never before and her soul just seemed that much beautiful. It saddened him to think that she used to light up that much because of himself beforehand, but he also knew that she was happy and that made him happy.
It was hard to accept at first, even harder to admit it to his mother when she interrogated him, but ultimately Dom just wanted Margo to be happy. He loved her that much and it didn't matter to him anymore. She was still Margo, his best friend.
Because even though it wasn't with him, he still wanted to see her smile the brightest.
Ava came back from checking the mail that the twins had, absentmindedly flipping through the mail as she walked back into the apartment. She tossed the letters onto the counter, leaving the front door unlocked in case one of the boys wanted to come over. She did it often, especially considering they were all at the point now where they were completely comfortable with just walking in.
In the kitchen, she grabbed a beer from out of the fridge and made her way to her bedroom. Her room was a mess, that much was true. Her dresser had paints all over it, her desk was a mess of art stuff, old and new designs, and paperwork was stacked along with fashion magazines and books on her desk chair. If Alana saw her room, she was pretty sure her twin would have a heart attack and Ava would have to explain that it was just a creative mess.
Taking a sip from her beer, Ava set it down on a clear spot on her nightstand and moved over to her mirror in a corner. She looked over her outfit, a black pencil skirt and a tight light blue blouse. She'd worn it to work, but she was still feeling like it needed something else. Not that it mattered since she was home now. Toeing off her heels, she moved over to her stereo and started up the music, closing her eyes as she danced around the room. She was in one of those moods where she just felt free of everything, like nothing could pull her down from her high clouds. It was one of the best moods to catch Ava in but it was also a bad one, a mood that could be flipped all too easily.
With a killer headache and a night of no sleeping, Bradley only had one place he wanted to be and that was the familiarity of Diamonds. The club held a certain appeal to him as it did when he first stepped foot into it. It was where he would go to watch Kaylah perform at first, but then became a place where he could actually relax and let his mind wander. He enjoyed the loud crowd of talking people, and the constant dances the Diamonds Dancers would put on for his entertainment.
He took his usual spot at the bar, ordering his same drink and slumping over as he usually did. He fingered the rim, the motion a sort of soothing method to him. He had promised himself before that he wouldn't drink after Callie's accident, but the thought of killing his headache with a buzz was all too tempting. He downed the drink before waving another in front of him. His mood was at an all time low as he contemplated what Vegas had shown him in the past few days.
Upon sending his last text and making sure that they wouldn't need anything else from the store, Jayden retrieved his wallet, keys and placed them in his pockets along with his cell phone. He grabbed a hoodie since it was that time of the year when it was getting colder at nights and silently crept out the window to avoid getting caught my his dad and avoid getting bombarded by questions he didn't want to answer or worse…. He slowly began to make his way to Dominic's house, having no rush to get to his house because the looming thoughts of what he was about to do kept popping up inside his mind.
When his dad first hit him, the smell of alcohol had been so strong on his breath that it had been pungent that he had vowed to never drink excessively like that or do drugs ever because they changed people for the worse. That was why when Dominic got into what he did to get money, he had made the other boy promise to never do the hard stuff because he wouldn't be able to handle someone who wasn't Dominic. In fact, he was scared to find out what type of person his best friend might become if it ever did happen. And this alone was enough to want to beg him to quit but he knew that his best friend needed something to help him cope with everything going on in his life so he couldn't bring himself to do it. He'd just have to silently pray that the other boy never tried any of that stuff.
Without even realizing where he was, he found that while he had been stuck inside his own head he had basically made it all the way to Dominic's house. He bowed his head at the thought of what he had truly come here for, but truly he had no choice. He had to protect his secrets and he wasn't going to lose his best friend because he was stupid and didn't know how to keep his feelings for his best friend at bay. With one last deep breath, Jayden brought his hand up to the doorbell and rang it a couple of times letting Dom know that he was here.
