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With the recent events going on at Northlake and his mom taking on more responsibility at work, the Gardners had a family discussion and thought it’d be best for Peyton to get a babysitter -- since neither Bellamy nor the neighbors that often look after her could always be relied on what with their own responsibilities. Bellamy occasionally had obligations that would keep him at school like projects or tutoring, and sometimes just plain ol’ hanging out with friends. While his mom likes to ensure he spends ample time with his little sister, she also doesn’t want to keep him from living his own life and enjoying his last year of high school -- in a new town no less, which is one of the reasons she’s being so giving. Peyton argues that she can take care of herself but she didn’t seem opposed to the idea of someone different looking after her, so babysitter it was. And Bellamy knows just to consult about that too. Or he thinks. He’s heard around and he hopes this person isn’t too busy to take on caring for his little sister.

Spotting her on campus, Bellamy walks over -- albeit a little awkwardly since he doesn’t know her too well -- before going, “Hey. Um, Rowan, right? I’m Bellamy. The new kid.” Sort of new? There’s a lot of new kids this year it seems, so that might not be the best way to describe himself. “Um, anyway, I’m kind of new is all I mean,” he explains in a shy mumble, feeling super self-conscious with what he’s about to ask her. “Anyway, um, I heard you kind of babysit a lot? Like from neighbors with their kids and stuff. And I was wondering if maybe you, I dunno, had time for one more?” Is this how people normally hired babysitters? “Like just sometimes. Not all the time. Like maybe you could tell me what days you have available or something and I’ll see if it meets up with ours and like-- yeah. Sorry,” he says after a moment, looking down at his feet, an evident blush to his cheeks. “I don’t really know how to do this but I’m basically hoping for your help.” He smiles at her a little sheepishly.

#spearpearson #[ rowan p. ]#pls ignore length and don't feel the need to match hahah

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Abby was glad for it to be lunch, since she overslept today and missed breakfast. The most important meal of the day! But honestly, every meal was important. She just really loved food, okay? Abby got her lunch as fast as she could and took her seat at the table. She was chowing down fast for a good five minutes before she noticed Rowan walking by the table, so she flailed her arms to get her attention as she swallowed. “Hey! Hey, Rowan!” She smiled brightly, gesturing for her to come sit with her.

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txt message. ➵ rowan. 🦉💌

IRENE: You're not at school, this is very weird for me. It's cultural shock for me.

IRENE: Did Eleanor finally kidnap you and hide you in her basement so you can do her adding and subtracting for her?

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outgoing. ➵ rowan. 🦉💌

IRENE: We missed you last night! Dad made chicken pot-pie but made a few vegan ones for you. I put them in the fridge if you want to stop by later?

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@spearpearson / yellow stands for sunshine, hope, positivity. sure, she picked that particular color sweatband because it was easier to see and all she had but after doing research on the color she believed they were fitting. HOPE. that’s what the two were banking on for the rest of high school. hope for things to get better, hope to be happier and, for irene, hope that rowan shows up. if she didn’t, would it be so bad? the knots in irene’s stomach were beginning to tell her that it was best if rowan skipped out. the possibility of her being disappointed or of their being quiet in their conversations because irene was better on paper was more likely than not. she almost, almost took off her band before she saw a familiar athletic cloth wrapped around small wrists. “dove,” a nickname she just recently dubbed, making her way towards the brunette who seemed to have been hiding in the woods. “my piss colored, wrist sister.” holding her slightly more chubby wrist up. however the video left no mystery as to who irene was. “just when i was worried you stood me up.” there was no preparation in the embrace she pulled the other in, but there was no hesitance either. utter happiness over features as her arms wrap around the girl’s frame.

#spearpearson #the ?? best moment ever thank u

@spearpearson / snuggled in their tent, whether or not it was a tent put together well wasn’t important, as irene was having quite a good time anyway. her fingers combing through brown locks as she soon hums along to the sound of a guitar playing outside their tent. “dude, ronda rousey is going to shit her pants if she sees you.” although the likelihood of ronda rousey stumbling upon a high school campsite is very low, separating the hair in two parts. “and even if you get tired again it doesn’t matter because you’ll look like a complete bad ass.”

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Spotting a familiar figure in the hall, Cammie calls out her name. “Row!” She jogs up to the girl, but not before snatching a photo that is unmistakably of one of her friends from someone’s hands on the way. She frowns, giving them biting ‘excuse me’ just before she seizes it and makes the rest of the way to Rowan. “Oh my gosh,” she sighs heavily once she’s in front of the girl -- annoyed, overwhelmed, all of it. “Can you believe this?” It’s rhetorical. She holds up the photo she snatched before she crumples it up and slams it into the close-by bin. “I can’t believe I’m saying this but I’m so glad you decided to go Trick-or-Treating with your babies and not come to the party and do Dare Night things. The whole thing is just--” She shakes her head, upset at the whole situation and what some of her friends might be going through being in some of the pictures. “--soured and terrible.”