so what if i'm crazy?

I'm nuts, baby, I'm mad The craziest friend that you've ever had.

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Evilyn and Nathalia were the definition of complete opposites; one being a demon and the other an angel. Evilyn wasn’t entirely sure how the two crossed paths, she was personally around for a good time and to have a little fun with the humans, but here they were in the same room together as if it were normal. Ev didn’t know what the angel’s motives were, except to probably keep the devilish-redhead in check, but she wasn’t about to let the other get in her way of a little fun. “Sometimes it’s actually painful to be around you,” Evilyn sneered at the angel beside her as she held her head as if a headache were coming on. 

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@theprettywinchesterdiaries

Arizona was tired of college life. It had been something she was looking forward to since she figured out what she wanted to be when she ‘grew up’. But now it was a joke. It wouldn’t have been bad though if it weren’t for her current roommate - one that she couldn’t stand. But, she wasn’t about to ask her parents for help, not that they could actually afford it. So she had to buck up, get a job, and unfortunately find a roommate when she got kicked out of the dormitory for something that wasn’t even her fault. The roommate just so happened to be the reason she was in trouble in the first place.

It wasn’t long that the two had been living together and surprisingly neither one of them had killed the other - yet. The blonde was currently locked in her room, studying for an important test that was coming up at the end of the week. Studying had become impossible at least an hour ago when the music started to slowly get louder. “I swear, if you don’t turn that music down!” She nearly yelled from her spot, her ankles half asleep due to the way she was sitting. 

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@theprettywinchesterdiaries

It was no surprise when Ophelia turned rogue, hell it wasn’t the first time she had done it. This time however was slightly different; it was at the cost of someone she cared for deeply though she would never admit it to anyone, not even herself. She couldn’t bring herself to kill the only person she ever cared for and soon the dark angels above her figured that out and sent scouts to kill not only the person she was now protecting, but also herself. Once the blonde was able to convince Sabrina to go with her, without including all the details, the two ran.

The pair had been hiding out at a run-down ware-house for a few weeks. With Ophelia’s powers, however, she was able to make the place live-able for them, though sure to keep the outside looking the same as before so no one would know they were there. She had also tried - most times failed - to keep her use of magic at a minimum and tried her best to learn basic skills. “Hey I made some lasagna, you should eat something,” Lia called from the kitchen. “There’s also garlic bread. I hope it’s okay. I don’t cook, usually.” 

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@theprettywinchesterdiaries

The eccentric female was always excitable and ever since Jasmine’s boyfriend - or fiance - asked her to marry him, she had dived head first into planning their wedding. One would swear she hadn’t even taken a moment to breathe. 

At the moment she was sitting with her best friend for their daily brunch and she was spilling out color ideas left and right. “I want something different, y’know? Like maybe purple, burgundy, and orange. Ooh, or a hot pink, orange and yellow? Nothing traditional, or overrated..something more me. What do you think?” She beamed, taking a sip of her sweet tea and looking up at him with a quizzical look on her face. 

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@theprettywinchesterdiaries

Running into her new-found friend was pure luck: Maysilee was never late, and she certainly was never unorganized but the universe enjoyed to have a good laugh at her every now and again and then apologize with something good coming out of it, and that good was Elijah. They had met the day her phone decided to stop working, the phone with which she relied on to wake her up in the morning. Forty-five minutes later she had awoken, and that meant everything was going to be forty-five minutes behind. But if May had anything to say about it, she was going to try her very best to get to where she needed to be on time.. and that was where she messed up. 

Forty-five minutes later and someone was wearing her coffee, her paperwork she had in a neat folder was scattered, and she was late for her class, and that was the karma she received for trying to defy the universe. But, she got a good laugh back at the universe because the person she spilled coffee on was now a new friend: Elijah. The two had only known each other for a little over a week, and each day they talked, May was sure to apologize about the coffee incident. And today was no different, except what she was offering to him. “How about I buy you a coffee and I promise you don’t have to wear it this time?” 

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@theprettywinchesterdiaries

Anders was pretty pumped for his bachelor party. He wasn’t a party guy, nor was he a regular at the surrounding strip clubs, but just like every guy about to get married, he was going to go out with a bang. It was the cliche bachelor party, thrown by his best man that he knew since he was old enough to walk and talk. Alcohol and strippers was the itinerary for the night and Ander’s couldn’t wait; it was probably the last time he’d be able to do something so audacious. 

Entering the strip club, it took no time for the guys to start ordering beers and shots all around. The good thing about the mass amounts of alcohol that was about to be consumed and the strippers that were about to dance was that Ander’s didn’t even have to pay a penny. 

They made their way to the center of the building and sat in front of the bigger stage, or as close as they could get with as packed as the place was.  Three girls were currently finishing up their routine so the next set could come on. The guys cheered them on, whistles and smiles all around while they finished. “I’ll be right back,” Anders stated as he noticed his beer was gone. 

“Full round, please” he nodded to the bartender once he reached the bar, turning around and leaning against the counter as he waited.

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@theprettywinchesterdiaries

One thing Colton wasn’t used to was teenage girls. He never did understand them even when he was a teenager himself. They were complicated and stubborn, and didn’t like it when things didn’t go the way they wanted. They were spoiled, and well, he wasn’t. So when he was sworn in to protect someone, he was expecting the usual government official who had some what of a sense as to what they were doing - not a redheaded teenage girl who couldn’t take no for an answer and just wanted to have “fun”. 

He had been on the job for weeks now and still couldn’t seem to catch a break. It was like he was running around like a chicken with its head cut off. And each time he said no, the girl would always do the opposite of what she was supposed to. 

He grumbled as he tailed Aria through the over-crowded building, trying his best to keep his eyes and ears open all around him in case things went downhill quickly. “What are you, trying to give me a heart attack?” He inquired once the girl slowed down and they were by themselves for the moment.

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@theprettywinchesterdiaries

A sad sigh left Kat’s lips as she sat beside her best friend, both laughing and smiling as if they didn’t have a care in the world. “Ya know, I wish it could always be like this.” She gestured to the two of them and their care-free afternoon they were partaking in. 

Ever since Kat had gotten the news that her best friend was expected to marry some guy, one that was a huge jerk, she couldn’t help but be sad by the situation. She feared that this guy would replace her, heck he already was in more ways than one. “It’s just not fair. Why don’t you have a say in any of this?” She wanted to add on, but didn’t want to ruin the evening any more than she probably had. 

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@amberlywrites

“You can’t be serious?! I can’t believe you got us lost!” Anastasia exclaimed, annoyed at the fact that they had been cooped up in the small vehicle all day long. Granted, Anya had no clue where they were even going but by the sounds of the GPS, they were on the wrong route and should’ve made a left turn about forty-five minutes ago. “I can’t believe I even agreed to this..” she muttered, mainly to herself. The guy, Dimitri, was a complete stranger to her and for all she knew he was taking her somewhere to kill her. “Just stop the car.” she stated, suddenly needing to stretch her legs and get some fresh air, and perhaps run the other way but she wasn’t about to announce that.

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@amberlywrites

It always seemed that Jessamine and her twin sister were in competition with each other, though it was more one-sided than anything. Jessa’s sister, Juniper, was always the one that had to one-up the girl that was only a minute younger. Something about always grabbing the attention of others always appealed to Juniper but Jessa never quite understood it. If it were Jessa’s choice, she’d probably live under a rock. But seeing as that was more than impossible, she was stuck with the life she was handed. 

It wasn’t until recently that Jessa started getting the attention of someone. Though unintentional at first, Juniper’s boyfriend had mistaken Jessa as such. And as wrong as it was, the poor girl actually enjoyed it. However, it took her months to finally muster up the courage to do something about it. So that was when she started tricking him into thinking she was her sister. 

Juniper was at work pulling a double shift which was perfect since Jessa just got off work and was headed to their shared town house. She could already feel the butterflies as she anticipated that Nathaniel would be there waiting. 

She quietly made her way into the front door, going straight to the kitchen to make herself an iced tea and grab a slice of leftover pizza that she immediately began to chow down on.

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@amberlywrites

It had been a particularly long day for Sasha, one for which if she could start it over, she would’ve said fuck it and missed work the second day in a row. But Sasha was an adult and as shitty as it was, bills weren’t going to pay themselves, and there was the fact that the best sort of weed was expensive - go big or go home. So instead she found herself having the shittiest day at work and all she wanted to do was go home, take off her pants, lounge on her comfy couch, and smoke a joint or two. Unfortunately her dim-witted friends had other plans in mind, plans that included the three of them getting drunk. Don’t get the girl wrong, she enjoyed a good night out; the one’s where she woke up the next morning and couldn’t remember jack shit what happened but tonight wasn’t one of those nights. So instead, she’d have a couple sips of her drink and sneak off to the bathroom for a few hits every now and again; careful not to get caught by the women who frowned upon it.

She rolled her eyes as her friend told the bartender a ridiculous joke; trying her best to impress him so maybe he’d take her home later. “Y’know, if you want to fuck him that bad, just fucking ask him.. shit,” she commented, shaking her head; she would apologize to Antonia tomorrow, chances are she wouldn’t even remember though. For now she was going to sit at the bar, judge the bar-goers, and pout because she wasn’t home.

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@amberlywrites

Daxton had always had trouble with commitment. He was never the sort of guy to settle down. Perhaps rejection was an unknown fear to him and he couldn’t bare to delve on the thought that someone could tell him no. Maybe he was just spoiled and so used to being told yes that he told others no or left without a second thought. Regardless, when his current girlfriend decided the two were going to her parent’s for the weekend, the discomfort seeped in. He wasn’t ready to meet her parents; hell, the two had only been dating for three months. A record for the man, indeed. Didn’t most couples wait until at least half a year, if not one whole year?

Originally he was going to try to get away with a simple t-shirt and one of his lesser-quality pair of jeans but it seemed like spiffy was more-so the way to go. Instead he found himself in a thin shirt with a nice button up, unbuttoned over the top and a new pair of jeans. As if it couldn’t get any worse, he was forced to buy the mother an expensive set of flowers. Not that he didn’t mind spending money on others, he just didn’t see the point in spending a large amount on something that would die within the week.

He couldn’t help but roll his eyes as the two pulled up to the Smythe house, nowhere near ready for the weekend ahead of him. Getting out of the car, he made a comment under his breath before making his way to the front of the door where Ms.Smythe greeted the two. “Nice to meet you. These are for you,” he smiled, playing into the scenario as he handed the flowers to the older woman and she led them inside the house.

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@amberlywrites

If there was one thing people noticed about Zola, it was that the girl always had her head in the books. Many people found her fascination with learning new things a little strange, particularly when it came to mythology; some would even go as far to say the young woman was obsessed. But of course, she didn’t see it that way. Reading about mythology was a way for Zola to cope; live in a different universe. And if she could have it her way, she would be in a different one now, which is why she found herself in the middle of the bookstore late at night with candles all around her. Earlier in the day, she just so happened upon a book that looked like it hadn’t been open in years, one that after skimming through quickly, she realized it to be a book of rituals.Letting her boss know that she was going to stay late and stack book was just a rouse so she could be alone with what she wanted to do - or at least attempt. A part of her was hoping the rituals were real, but the other wondering if they’d actually work.

There were many rituals, some for which Zola wasn’t even sure what would happen if she tried them. However there was one that had caught her eye in the day, one that if followed correctly, could summon a demon. It would be scary to some people, but to her not. So she set everything up and began repeating the words splayed out in front of her.

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@amberlywrites

Being the face and model for a fashion magazine, Jane knew she would get some creeps on her door step but she never imagined she would need an actual body guard to be sure nothing happened to her. Three weeks ago, what were small minimal threats - ones that could be chalked up to a silly practical joke - turned out much worse and so her manager decided she needed protecting. Sure, Jane was an independent woman and knew how to fend for herself but when it came down to it, the woman didn’t even know how to rightfully punch someone. Words were her poison and they weren’t going to help in this situation.

One thing Jane wasn’t expecting was her body guard to be a woman and she would be lying if she said it didn’t excite her. For three weeks however the two seemed to have not gotten along well, mostly because they didn’t seem to have a thing in common. “Mackenzie, would you be a doll and accompany me to main street? There’s a new boutique that I’m dying to go to and my friend was able to get a private party reserved.” 

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@amberlywrites

It was Saturday night and while most weekends Bryce was usually out with his friends, this weekend he just wanted to stay in and relax. He had a busy, trying week and decided time spent by himself with his black lab, Shadow, nestled upon his side watching movies and eating junk food was the perfect solution to wind down. Currently he had the first Fast and Furious movie popped in his DVD player, curious as to how far he could get into the series in one night. 

It had started storming shortly after the movie started, evident in the way Shadow was acting. His dog had hated storms since he was a pup and it was habit for him to cling to his owner’s side. But Bryce did not expect his dog to jump up and bark at the door out of nowhere. There had been a small knock on his door, one that was drown out by the storm, but Shadow had heard it. “T’is okay,” he cooed, petting the dog as he made his way to the door. He unlatched the lock, speaking before he saw who was in front of him. “Isn’t it a little late, and wet, to be -- ?” he questioned teasingly before his eyes landed on the woman in front of him, stopping his words in their tracks.

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@amberlywrites

There was really only one thing Phoenyx liked about her family and it wasn’t the fact that they were a coven of witches - not that anyone really knew the Parker family history - but either way, Nyx really only claimed her family when it came to the local record store which is where she found herself at the precise moment. She was restocking some of the bins that were low with a new shipment they had just received when the chime above the door went off. Not taking her eyes off of what she was doing, she greeted the customer, sure her auntie would be rolling her eyes and scolding her for not turning around to view the customer with a smile on her face. “Welcome to Volume Vinyls. Let me know if you need help finding anything.” 

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@amberlywrites​

Mila’s night wasn’t supposed to go this way. She had a daily routine when it came to her every day life and killing someone wasn’t part of it. It all happened so fast. The blonde knew the man her best friend was involved with had his moments of possessiveness; she figured it was the fact that her best friend was attractive and gained the eyes of others around them unintentionally - that’s just the way it was. But she could telling something was off with the male, the way his jaw tightened and his fists were in balls when he confronted Christine to take a walk outside. He had an aura about him, telling Mila that she had best stay put. 

She downed the amber liquid in front of her, her eyes staying on the two as they made their way to the parking lot. She knew this wasn’t going to end well, her gut had told her that as she stood from the bar stool walked outside. Her eyes scanned the lot till she heard the faint sound of a male’s voice yelling, the music from the bar making her wonder if perhaps she was hearing things. It was coming from the side of the building and the moment Mila made it around, was the moment his hand came across her friend’s face - hard. She cursed under her breath, this man really just did that. In an instant, Mila snapped and had her hands on the man. “You son of a bitch!” She wasn’t a fighter, but the adrenaline caught up with her as she attacked the man who had been hurting her best friend.