#whr:starter

[joel-castillo]

“So I woke up in a great mood this morning…” It wasn’t a rare occasion for Joel to wake up early to a new day and treat himself or others to a sizeable breakfast. He was quite the foodie, after all. “I made everything I could find. Pancakes, bacon, eggs, sausage… So you better get over here before I eat it all myself. And don't think I won't. ” He teased, crossing his arms as he looked down at the table of food.

[st0neds0nny-blog]

“What if when we can’t find emojis that we’re sure exist, it’s all just a Mandela Effect?” Sonny proposed, handing the freshly rolled blunt to his friend for them to take the first hit. Nights like this were his favorite kind, where he could just sit on the roof of a car, smoking and talking about all of the thoughts in his head. “What if everything is a Mandela Effect? What if everything feels weird and different because we entered a parallel universe and only now we’re just starting to realize it? I mean, think about it —” He brought the cigarillo to his lips and took a long hit, blowing downwind.  “What if the world really did end in 2012, what if the Mayans were right and we just haven’t thought about it? What it was just the end of life as we know it? What if we just think things are one way because they were and and they now aren’t and everything is a lie because the government wants to make us forget that aliens exist?” Sonny paused, letting his words settle in the air before reaching out to take another hit. “I’m already fucking high, goddamn this Massachusetts shit is good.”

[darlinghstarling-blog]

People watching was by far one of the more intriguing things in life. At least, that’s what Holland Starling would forever stand by. She was absolutely certain that someday she would solve the world’s problems just by observing other people. Either that or maybe she’d find a way to convince herself that her mom leaving wasn’t a her thing, it was a person thing. Regardless, Holland knew she needed a central location in order to observe the friends she hadn’t seen in so long. Maybe acquaintances was a better choice for a word, though. It was rare for the girl to stay in one place for very long, let alone maintain friendships for any length longer than that. So, the kitchen felt like the best place to start. Maybe she’d at least observe some sort of drama from this position. 

“Ew,” Holland turned her nose up at the dishes that seemed to already be piling in the sink. Not the most responsible of the group (by far), she simply left them there, moving to find something to fill her growling belly. After all, she’d just finished a 7 mile run. It was the perfect mid distance to clear her head of realizing she was likely the only person in their friend group that had still yet to have a meaningful relationship or crush. Clearing her head was, of course, needed for other reasons, but that had been at the forefront of her mind. 

“Do I want a sandwich? For god’s sake, there should be stuff to make tacos around here somewhere,” she sighed, a pout affixed on her face as she began gathering ingredients to make herself what she considered to be a very lousy lunch. 

[judawashington-blog]

It had been a couple days since entering the mansion. Ever since he found the library he found it hard to leave. Thus, isolating himself from his group of friends. Not the smartest move on his part, since he had changed just a bit from high school. This was something Juda wanted to show off. Yet, he couldn’t shake himself of old habits.

Juda made himself comfy as he sat sitting on the bay window. It over looked the large backyard. From this very location you could even see the beaches far off in the distance. This had to be his favorite spot in the entire mansion, his room didn’t have a nice enough view as what the library did. Juda was so focused on his book he didn’t know how much time passed. He was nearly done with it. Juda was so engrossed in reading he hadn’t heard anyone enter the library. When he finally heard feet shuffling across the floor he jumped. “Who’s there?” The boy cried out.

[foxymelissa-blog1]

Melissa slowed down her running until she eventually stopped right back in front of the beach house. She leaned over and attempted to catch her breath. She only made it a mile. She was out of shape and not used to running on actual land. She did all of her runs on the treadmill back in her apartment building in Boston. She looked down at her FitBit and grinned when she saw her time. Not too shabby she thought. More importantly it had cleared her head.

She walked back toward the house and adjusted her new sports bra as she did so. It was new, bought specifically for the trip, and she hadn't gotten used to it. Hopefully that would change if she kept her running schedule. It might be the only way she stayed sane sleeping so close to her ex

Melissa walked into the kitchen noticing how quiet it was. She assumed everyone was still asleep. She walked over to the fridge and took out a water bottle. She took a long sip before hopping up onto a counter. She leaned back against a cupboard and closed her eyes for a moment.

[greyson-m-blog]

As the taxi pulled away, Greyson found himself alone, standing in front of what was to be his home for the summer. A nearly burned down cigarette hung from between his lips as he took it all in. “Well...damn. This definitely isn’t a cottage.” he thought to himself. From Derek’s description, Greyson was expecting something much smaller and more quaint. But hey, he’d take this over four walls and 100 square feet in Brooklyn any day. 

Admittedly, this wasn’t his first choice of how he’d be spending his summer. If he had his way, he’d be working for Random House trying to get his manuscript published but, with a lot of encouragement and multiple bottles of tequila, he decided that a summer spent with some of closest friends would be an interesting story at the very least. He shook his head, ashed the last of his cigarette, and headed towards the house. 

Once inside, he was astounded by how the house was decorated and, although he wouldn’t admit it out loud, was in disbelief that he was living here the whole summer. He took a quick look around before finding his way upstairs to his bedroom. “Un-fucking believable.” he muttered under his breath once he looked around his room. He tossed his bags onto the bed and wandered over to the giant floor to ceiling window, overlooking the beach. This place would definitely provide much inspiration for his writing and he couldn’t wait to get started. He took out his phone and put on some music as he unpacked to make him feel like he wasn’t alone. As he got further along, he felt a pair of eyes burning into his back. Grey turned around, surprised at the figure. “Well, well, well...this place ain’t too shabby, huh? I almost didn’t recognize you there.”

[bbygirlgem-blog]

The sun was shinning through every window in the house, letting the bright yellow light of the beach pour into every inch the girl could see. It was perfect, this place was more than beautiful and with all of her old friends under one roof, shit was bound to go down and there’s nothing more Gemma loves than when shit goes down. A smile hadn’t left her face since she’d gotten here. Her two million bags were already set down in one of the most gorgeous rooms and most of her un-packing was done, and by most she means all of her bikinis with everything else thrown to the side for later. She figured she wouldn’t be wearing much other than that anyways. She changed into her swim-suit, tucking all the necessary body parts behind the small scraps of fabric before stepping out into the hall. She made it to the common area before running into anyone but as she walked out to the deck the girl caught glimpse of someone who had the same idea as her. 

“Great minds think alike huh?” She stated walking up to the mysterious figure who had also decided to catch some sun rays. Gemma laid her towel down on the beach chair next to them, laying down herself. “Do me a favor and don’t bitch at me about sun-screen. I’m never going to wear it, never have, never will. I don’t care if the sun is going to make me wrinkly I’ll still probably be getting dick.” She laughed, looking over at the other through her sunglasses. Oh by the way, I’m definitely going to over-heat in like thirty minutes so just a heads up because when I do I’m dragging your ass into the waves with me.” 

[fayehq-blog]

With the twist of her wrist, Faye wedged her foot so that it would fit against the plastic edge of the door. She was half surprised that she had managed to even make it open smoothly as her hands were preoccupied holding a novel that was thick in hopes to pass the time and a blanket that dressed her shoulders to mask the slight breeze. There wasn’t a part of her that felt comfortable being back here- seemingly locked into a few acres of land to what everyone else had loosely called time to ‘reminiscence’ . But all Faye wanted was a glass of red wine and perhaps, her nice and comforting slippers to dress her feet.  But as the sound of the crickets chirping and the waves settling against the sand sought for her attention, Faye made herself comfortable on a plastic chair outside the building, half preoccupied with checking the missed messages that appeared on her cellphone. A part of her wondered then, if it was the best time now to let herself see the pictures that were expertly hidden away in its own folder on her phone. Instead, she threw her phone to the table on her side with a frustrated sigh as she settled back into the chair. Her feet were propped along the metal railing along the balcony, and her eyes settled to appreciate the view before her - and that was something she could appreciate. It had been ages since Faye had seen the ocean or even anything of the similar likes. But as expected in a house as big as this, the silence was interrupted by the abrupt opening of the door behind her. Her head tentatively peered to the side, not really feeling the need to greet the person before resting her head back on the chair. “It’s nice, don’t you think? Definitely better than high school.” She eventually voiced in the uncomfortable silence.