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alternate universe: in which jc’s parents are not famous, and he comes home after leaving juvenile detention.

       The sound of a buzzer, much like the kind you’d hear a at a basketball game, radiates in the background as the gates of the juvenile detention center closed behind him. It was safe to say that J.C. had never imagined his eighteenth birthday would pan out like this in the past. Then again, he hadn’t ever really planned for any of this to happen. The brunette pulled his beanie over the medium length tresses to shield his ears from the cold as he padded through the snow. The snowfall was thin, which made his walk just a little bit easier.

      Even though his parents would have been more than happy to come and get him, J.C. opted to make his way to his house alone. After all, it was the day before Christmas Eve and all the male to envision was his mother running around the house, attempting to gather everything in time for their regular festivities. He would want to interfere, considering he hadn’t been home for the holidays in over two years. The bus seemed like a better option. Waiting for the its arrival was the worst part, surrounded by others who had their cell phones to keep them company, dressed in clothes that weren’t as outdated as the ones he donned from the day in which he was dropped off for his extended stay in the corrections center. Luckily, once he finally got on the bus, the ride seemed to fly by as he lost himself in the admiration of the scenery that he passed.

      From the nearest bus stop, his house was still a fair distance. He contemplated his options, although he wasn’t sure how he would get a hold of anyone if he tried. It wasn’t like payphones were exactly a commonality anymore. Also, with walking there was the added advantage of keeping to himself and soaking in his freedom rather than subjecting himself to the endless amounts of questions from either of his family members in the car.

      As his footprints crunched into the soft layer of snow, for a moment he pondered whether he was certain how to get home. The old landmarks J.C. had once used to judgement were no longer there. Although he’d been locked way for some time, he didn’t anticipate what, to him at least, would be such substantial changes to happen in his quaint, little town. He couldn’t help but wonder what else may be gone. Only time would tell.

      It wasn’t quite lunchtime, but the roads seemed especially empty for that time of day. There had only been a handful of cars pass since he’d departed on his excursion. It made him feel out of place in somewhere he’d lived for his entire life. As he continued his path, J.C. began to more and more of his neighborhood. Turning down the street, he could even see what looked to be the end of his driveway. Anticipation filled him as he got closer and closer, unsure what to expect when his parents finally laid their eyes on him. For many months, he’d been refusing their visits.

      By his philosophy, J.C. felt that if he didn’t know what he was missing, he couldn’t miss it. Therefore, he’d decided that he didn’t want to see his parents, nor did he want to hear about all the life experiences he was missing out on. His mother was almost as bad as any other high school aged teen, telling him all the gossip. If he didn’t care whether Megan Kent was dating currently dating Rhys Isaacs while he was attending high school, why would he care if they’d broken up? In short, he didn’t.

      Inhaling deeply, J.C. needed to compose himself before the pressed his knuckles to the dense wood of his front door. He waited patiently as he heard scrambling from inside the door and muffled voice until his mother appeared in place of the door. Her blonde hair was tied back and he could see his father from the door way, along with what seemed to be the silhouette of another person.

      “Jordan?” His mom replied in shock as she looked him over. J.C. cringed at the sound of his full name on her tongue. “What are you doing here?” Her question irritated him as he pushed his way past her and into what was his home for most of his life. His mother tried to stammer out a few more words as he walked down the hallway towards his dad who looked like he’d possibly seen a ghost.

      It only took J.C. a minute to realize that the other person – the silhouette he’d seen from the doorway – looked oddly like him. In fact, almost exactly like him. He looked at both of his parents, both of their jaws hanging open. No words were exchanged until finally his mother spoke up. “J.C., this is your brother Thomas,” she stated very plainly as if it had been obvious. “You’re twins.” The words hit him hard, but as he considered the face of someone he barely knew, he felt as though a piece of him made sense in that moment; a piece of him that hadn’t been there before. But how was that possibly? How could he miss something he never knew was there to begin with?

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imsg | irina

IRINA: It's not just an excuse, though.

IRINA: Did I leave such a lasting impression?

JC: if u say so

JC: mmmm maybe

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so i’m in creative writing this semester and i’m using jc as one of my charas for my scene assignment !!

also i’m freaking out bc my writing is about to be shared with people i have to face irl ad that’s terrifying.

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imsg | irina

IRINA: I'm not sure if I was drunk, but I was a bit more bold?

IRINA: Because of people watching.

IRINA: Oh, I didn't mean to imply that, really.

JC: BOLD i like that

JC: that okeya

JC: your lips were soft.. i think

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imsg | irina

IRINA: Just drunk enough to bring it up?

IRINA: It's not like we hadn't... both had alcohol by then.

IRINA: And there was that whole thing with being egged on by everybody else.

JC: yeah i guses

JC: are u trying to say you were drunk too ???

JC: did yuo not wanna kiss me?

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imsg | oliver

OLIVER: Drunk enough for your spelling to go completely out of the window.

OLIVER: I need to get on your level, fucking hell

OLIVER: Call me a slut but, we kissed?

JC: shut uppp

JC: ya u don't rememmebre?

JC: it was great !!

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imsg | open

JC: i'm going to be honest with u...

JC: i'm fucking drunk. not super durnk, but drunk enuough.

JC: i can't stop thikning about our kiss

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nonomarino:

“I have no idea where that wall came from - has it always been standing there? And how much would it cost to keep you from acknowledging you just saw me walking straight into it?”

“Do keep in mind I’m nothing but a stylist around here.”

“I REQUEST a million dollars,” jc smirked with a chuckled as he watched the girl recover from her impact. “or something equivalent, at least.”

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noahjvcobs:

     ❝– AND then they asked me how i feel about ‘colan’,❞ he said, football perched between his fingers as he recalled his most recent convention experience. ❝i thought maybe they were talking about the punctuation mark, or maybe the organ, but then glenn leaned over and whispered ‘they mean the ship’, and i remembered why i hardly go on twitter anymore.❞

JC CRINGED at the ship name. why were they always the dorkiest of combinations? he could understand where the confusion probably came in there. “that’s literally the worst ship name i’ve ever heard in my life. like how unfortunate of a name could they come up with? i wouldn’t have even acknowledged that.”

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bean-hood:

With her loyal sidekick - as she so often referred to the German Shepherd as - laid across the bottom of her bed, warming her feet, Bean stared up at the ceiling, wide awake. She heard the familiar voice pierce the near-silence of the night, and turned her head to look at the door, though made no move to go and let JC in or to even respond verbally to his words. As he rambled, she tugged her feet from beneath Rodney’s heavy body, and wordlessly padded barefoot to her door, strategically avoiding any creaky floorboards as she moved. Opening the door, she offered a warm, if not exhausted, smile. “Hey. I can hear you, don’t worry. I can’t sleep either, we can be wide awake together until we end up falling asleep.” She was used to this, endless nights of neither her nor JC being able to sleep, and thus talking to one another until one or the other of them drifted off. 

RELAXING at the sound of his roommates voice, jc was just happy that he wouldn’t have to lie awake alone another night. when she came to the door, he squeezed his way past bean and into her room. he sat down softly on the bed, sure to avoid rodney in the process. it was relieving that he knew there was someone he could talk to. in his time of couch surfing, “you’re probably tired of dealing with me by now,” jc laughed, running his fingers through his hair slowly. “what’s keeping you up? if ya don’t mind me asking?” he didn’t expect an answer, but he figured he’d give it a shot overall.

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glennmitchx:

“A bad reputation could seriously hinder future roles.” Glenn shrugged, wasn’t him who made the rules. “She classified me as someone not pleasant to have around their set. That’s my biggest concern. Of course, it’s also what’s been gathering me the most attention so far, so I’d best skirt the line between playing it up and at the same time ensuring people I’m a real treat to have around. It’s a stupid thin line. How do you deal with it?”

“ I GUESS i can’t say i’m really worried about future roles,” he shrugged, fully knowing that he’d gotten very lucky with the one he had currently and that if he chose, he wouldn’t have to continue his life of fame any longer after lesliean. “honestly, i try to avoid the press at all costs. and when i’m forced to interact with them, i just give them a whole lot of shit. they ask you questions  they know will provoke a certain type of response. sometimes you have to play into that a little.”

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about to finally work on some replies !! hmu y’all if you wanna do some things

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@bean-hood -- “ BEAN?” jc whispered, lightly knocking on the door to her room. it was nearly two in the morning, but for what felt like the millionth time he could not sleep no matter how hard he tried. he felt as though he couldn’t turn his mind off, so his thoughts raced inside his head until he practically drove himself insane. “i swear, one of these days i’ll figure out how to deal with this, but if i don’t get to sleep tonight -- i don’t know what to do. i’ve been talking to toby for like an hour now. but ya know he doesn’t talk back, so that’s hopeless,” he paused, waiting for any sort of response. “see, this is why i just call you instead. how am i supposed to know if you can even hear me or not?”

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ortvz:

THIS conversation was nothing short of entertaining to Bianca, hence the bewildered smile plastered across her lips. ❝ I’d be happy to lend it to you. ❞ She quipped back at him, snarling with disgust at the cigarette that sizzled out on the ground. ❝ You see this ? ❞ She gestured to her face, spinning a circle around her deadpan features with her pointer finger. ❝ This is more than down a peg. This is sub-zero pegs. ❞

“ DO i need a library card?” jc feigned excitement, almost regretting striking up this conversation at all. “if that’s sub-zero pegs, you should really reevaluate. honestly, it seems like you’re trying too hard. wouldn't want anyone to think that, would ya?” he turned to open up the door and head inside.

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islcs:

❛ is it? good to hear, i mean, ❜ she was quick to clarify, her thumb grazing the rim of her empty wine glass as she glanced up at the actor from beneath her long lashes. there was some sort of comfort to be found in such a simple action, easing the odd, nervous fluttering in the very pit of her stomach as cerulean eyes brimmed with curiosity. it wasn’t even his turn for the truth, she knew that, but isla had found the question slipping off her tongue and before she knew it she was asking it without much thought at all. not that that was all too surprising with how much she thoroughly enjoyed her attempts at figuring jc out. ❛ would you prefer i lied to you, jordan? ❜ she countered instead of an answer, cocking an eyebrow. 

JORDAN smiled. “it is, actually,” he assured, his eyes meeting hers. this conversation had reached a level of deepness that made him slightly uncomfortable. jc preferred to stay surface level as much as possible. although, he didn’t think there was a way to turn back now. “i don’t know, depends what you were lying to me about. would i want you to tell me if i had bad breath? probably. would i want you to tell me if i was awful in bed? probably not. that would be a huge blow to my ego. not that we’re -- involved -- like that,” he admitted.