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tallulvh:

         Tallulah was competitive but this time around she didn’t seem too bothered by the fact that their Yellow team had lost. She’s clapping for the other group when she sees the others frustrations & she can’t help but laugh, ❛ You ain’t wrong Weston, but it’s not the end of the world. We’ll just beat em’ next time ? ❜

“No,” Wes complained, “They preach fairness and sportsmanship for the past seventeen years and then we get dropped from first ‘cause ‘a one mistake in the water balloon toss? It’s total bullshit.” 

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yoyomaddox:

He chuckled, actually glancing behind him like he thought he really would find someone there Wes was referring to besides him, before hoping into the passenger seat. “Been a while since we’ve done this.”

“Yeah, well, Coach Morrison believes the best time to run track is all the time,” Wes yawned, “I haven’t had time to breathe, let alone hit up you or the food trucks.” 

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ofella:

“It goes by points for overall games. You guys lost the water balloon toss.”

“I can’t help half of my team has butter fingers. We were still ahead in a bunch of the other events.” 

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carolinamrn:

It was clear to see Wes’ hesitation, and it still confused but amused Carolina. This boy could get whoever he wanted, whenever he wanted. His prosthetic was definitely not the reason why it didn’t happen. “I’ll hold you to it then,” Carolina proclaimed. “Your party will be a night to remember - for you, at least.” She gave him a smirk and looked to the road. “Will we be getting to these food trucks soon? I’m fucking starving.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Wes said, regaining his confidence and putting his party to the back of his mind. If he knew one thing for sure it was that Carolina wasn’t a virgin - but did she know he was one? God, he hoped not. He’d hooked up with girls before, you know, made out a time or two at parties. As far as his friends were concerned, Wes was in and out of half of the volleyball team. He just had to keep his lie going for a little while longer - at least until he mustered up the courage to finally seal the deal. “S’just right up the street. And hey, we’re eating only aphrodisiacs right?” Wes joked, “’Cause I’m all about getting extra whipped cream on my sundaes if that does something for ‘ya.” 

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cierra-collins:

“Because nobody’s better than the green team! Our human pyramid was the best this school’s ever seen, thanks to yours truly.” 

“You’ve seen one human pyramid you’ve seen ‘em all. It wasn’t that impressive.” 

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[weszhou]

“How is that fair? Yellow team should be in first. We won the Tug-of-War every round!” 

[maeobrien-blog]

The O’Brien front yard was barely visible behind the giant moving truck parked on the street, the entire extent of their former home in Victoria packed up in cardboard boxes inside the truck. Mae sighed as she approached the truck again, to grab another box and carry it into the house. She’d been doing this for what seemed like an eternity now, carrying boxes from the truck to the house, and repeating over and over again. Still, Mae’s only motivation was the fact that somewhere in one of these boxes was her ballet shoes, and her entire collection of Tchaikovsky CDs. Mae grabbed another box, but it was much heavier than she had expected. She stumbled, trying her best to stay upright. Mae’s head snapped up, and she looked desperately around for someone to help her. “Hey, you there! Can I…have a little help, please?”  

[weszhou]

It seemed like Wes’s neighborhood was becoming more populated by the day. The O’Sullivan’s were coming out more since then death of their son, the other neighbors were comforting them, some people down the street were moving in, and even the Zhou’s had taken to their porch oftentimes during nice nights. It was a lively neighborhood, and one that was becoming even more lively with the addition of new folks moving in just down the street from Wes. Coming back from his early evening run, the young man noticed a blonde struggling with a large moving box, and quickly came to her rescue, “Hey, yeah,” He grabbed the box with ease and laid it carefully on her front porch, “Do you just want me to help you with the rest ‘a those?” 

[fallonxalmeida]

“Stupid fucking yearbook.” Daphne sighed, glancing at the words written in her yearbook, forever inscribed for years to come. “Have a good summer!” “Nice tits, D.” “Send me pics over the summer. 401-555-6287″ The blonde rolled her eyes, slamming the book shut and shoving it across her desk, watching it hit the floor with a dull thud. Hot tears pricked at her usually bright green eyes, which had more of a hazel view to them lately. She just wanted the school year to be over. She wanted to run away to Miami, as she did every year, and escape the hell hole that had become Mauve, Rhode Island. “Don’t worry about picking that up. I’m chucking it in the garbage later anyways.”

[weszhou]

It seemed like if you hadn’t heard about Daphne Abernathy’s pictures leaking than you weren’t a student at FHS. Everyone and their sister heard of (or saw) the pictures, and while Wes wouldn’t admit that he looked at ‘em - which he did - he still felt more than terrible for Daphne. He was notorious for snapping some photos of his own on Snapchat, and he knew if his ever got leaked, he’d feel demoralized. Plus, his parents would probably murder him, but that was besides the point. Watching as Daphne headed home for the summer, Wes caught up with her. “Hey,” He nudged her gently, joking, “You’re going to regret not having that yearbook, you know, my class picture from this year looks really freaking good.” 

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ryanschmidts:

“Y’know, I’m starting to feel motivated enough to down two orders. Maybe three,” Ryan smirked. “But if I land myself in the hospital and wind up with crusty old nurses, I’m blaming you, man.”

“Hey, you get yourself a crusty old nurse and I will personally help you escape, man.” 

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carolinamrn:

“So just because you have a pro- Mooshie, girls just don’t sleep with you?” Carolina was baffled. She’d never turn someone down just because of that. “The charming smile is debatable, but you do have drool-worthy abs.” She chuckled and shook her head. She liked how easy her conversations with Wes were. Her cheeks flared a little when he mentioned their Snaps but her dark skin would do it’s job at hiding the tint. “I’m just wondering, when will the real thing come out from behind my cellphone screen.” Looking over besides her, Carolina gave him her best sultry look. If she was honest, after being with Daphne she needed a break from girls and she always found boys to be more fun in bed, easier to ignore their feelings than with girls.

“Oh, ah, I -- um,” And there he went again. Wes Zhou - all-star rugby, basketball, football, baseball player, member of the Student Council, generally all around decent guy, and...too shy to lose his virginity? He hated himself for it. For his clammy hands, and the fact that he was so bold behind the Snapchat app but so...not in person. Carolina was beautiful. The kind of drop dead beautiful that he saw in his little sister’s princess books, and here she was standing in front of him asking for a romantic night in real life and he was worse than a deer in headlights. “Ah, soon,” Wes grinned big, his complexion not hiding the rosiness of his cheeks, “Seriously. ‘M trying to throw a big party after Field Week at this warehouse down on Mill Street. I’ll uh, we can hangout then. If you want to.” 

[weszhou]

clarkeosullivan:

Clarke had babysat Willa Jo a couple of times in the past. It was odd being back in Wes’s house, but they didn’t see each other, and he probably didn’t even know he was there. But Clarke definitely looked through pictures on the walls and tested her memory to see if she remembered where things would be. “Tell her we at it and loved it,” Clarke said. “I remember having it at your house when we first became friends and it was the best thing ever.” Clarke remembered watching Weston as a middle schooler. She could see into his backyard from her bedroom window. She could also see the driveway. She could see him playing or leaving. She could see him bring friends over and just wish that he would invite her over too. It never happened. She would wave hello to them if they saw each other outside, but she’d just secretly sit and watch. “But you don’t have to pay for me. It’s okay. I can handle it.” She said softly. “I’d love some Italian food. If I eat one more casserole, I might die.”

“If you’re in the mood for Italian I’ll tell Danilo to make some pasta primavera when he gets home later,” Wes smiled, opening the front door for Clarke as they exited his house and he locked it up, “He applied for that one Chopped show on the Food Network. He probably told your folks already, but, isn’t that weird?” The thing about old friends is that oftentimes the transition back to friends is weird or bumpy. There’s a lot of “what have you been up to?” conversations that are just stale and unappealing. Luckily for Wes and Clarke, falling back into this friendship was easy. It was built on the broken ruins of Billy’s death, but it was being built nonetheless and that was good enough for now. “But, if you’re up for some Italian Street Food, Amico Chef, is the bomb. It’s like Chipotle style where you pick the ingredients and stuff - but with pasta.” 

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daviddez:

“Why do you care?” David retorted. There was a stinging hole in his heart that was created by watching Weston’s eyes roll in his head. David had heard that Wes was a nice guy, but his reputation wasn’t quite reality. Not in David’s eyes at least. “You can’t be rude and then care why I don’t want to throw a party. Ella throws them every weekend anyhow. If you want somewhere new to throw a party, you might as well host one at your house. I know you live next door to the O’Sullivans and they live in a multi-million dollar home. Yours can’t be too far off from that. My neighbors are just a bunch of old ladies.”

“Our party spots have been getting busted, amigo,” Wes said, nonchalantly, noting the underclassman grip at his chest nervously, “But you know what? We’ll find a new spot that’s not your humble abode. I know some of the old abandoned warehouses down near Mill Street are supposedly the new poppin’ place for raves. I’ll see if I can pull a string or two and throw a party there.” 

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theisaacvega:

“I’m glad you get me. Most people just assume that all mexican food taste the same or is limited to Chipotle and Taco Bell.” He smiled while he moved his arm to rest on the bottom of the window. “I’ve never had actual Italian food that wasn’t chain, you’re really giving me something I need to add to my checklist.”

“Ah, man, Danilo’s chicken parm and penne makes me cry it’s so good,” Wes joked, looking at himself for a second in his rearview mirror, “And don’t even get me started on the dude’s carbonara.” 

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pennyowcn:

“Just because they’re a tradition in America doesn’t make ‘em normal, Wes. We let a groundhog determine whether or not we get extra weeks of winter, which makes about as much sense to me as deep frying a twinkie.”

“Hey, Punxsutawney Phil is a cool ass groundhog and he has feelings too, alright?” Wes kidded, “Danilo makes a whole big thing out of Groundhog Day every year. We all do weird shit. Mine just happens to be eating fried twinkies.” 

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