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(Text from Dua): Yes.

(Text): So, are you coming or not?

[text]: Already on my way.

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(Text from Dua): I was hoping you'd pick dare 😏

(Text): Come over

{text} you really want me to?

@dualp

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[text from Dua]: Truth or dare? 🤭😏

[text]: Hmm. I'm going to go straight to dare.

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thinkin' bout you | dux

Dua: has never been a social person and after the party, while everyone was in local bars or restaurants, Dua left the crowd and went for a small walk, she didn't really had a destination but she wanted to breath a little. Think, as well. She found herself at the hike trails, spotting a gorgeous spot. The closer she got, there were more things she noticed. "I'd ask you if you follow me but most of the times, it's me who finds you in different places" the woman said to her ex with a smile on her lips. "You run away from the crowd too?" she teased him.

Max: After what had just happened, Max needed some time to himself to think. After grabbing a bottle of whiskey from the mini bar, he made his way outside and towards a hiking trail that was nearby. It was pretty cold outside from the snow, so he pulled his jacket tighter until he found a pretty serene spot with a bench. Sitting down, he looked at the bottle in his hands, rolling it between his fingers. He had tried to stay sober because of how much substance abuse had fucked things up in the past, but it was hard sometimes. He was surprised when he suddenly heard Dua's voice and looked up at her with a smile smile. Of course, she would appear at a time like this. "Yeah, I think you maybe the one following me," he tried to joke with a small laugh. "Yeah, something like that. You?" he asked, scooting over so the girl could sit if she wanted to.

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MaxThieriot: Let's just take a shot of whiskey and pretend it's all okay.

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[text from Dua]: Hey, we haven't spoken since that night and uhm it seems like I can't get you out of my mind recently so...I just wanted to check on you. [text]: How are you?

[text]: Hey, really? Wow. I’ve waited a long time to hear that from you, shit.

[text]: I’m okay. How are you?

@dualp

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unmasked ˖ * ｡ dux

Dua: was surprised to bump into him at the party. She was not expecting to see anyone she'd know there, even though half of the town was there, she still thought of that. His comment made her chuckle along with him. "Or someone with social anxiety" she added with another chuckle following. The sound of the door locking made her look to its direction. Dua's reaction was different than she would expected it to be. She somehow stayed...calm. "I think it did" she replied to him while standing on her place. "Did someone locked us in here or this mansion is haunted? Which surprisingly matches the whole Halloween vibe" she rambled a little. It didn't seem to bother her that she was locked there with Max, at least she was with someone she knew and once trusted. "Well, not it's a party for someone anti social" she commented about herself and looked over at him. "Sorry" Dua said. "I tend to...make stupid rambles and comments in awkward situations...I..I'll stop" she nodded with half of a smile on her lips.

Max: "Yeah, that's true. I guess that we're, uh, not doing great with our decision to come here," Max said with a small laugh when Dua mentioned her social anxiety. Max also stayed abnormally calm when the door closed. Maybe he had experienced so much that these kind of things didn't shock him anymore, or maybe he was just numb at this point. "Hmm, maybe a bit of both? Some ghosts locking us in here or something?" he joked slightly, turning towards the door and trying to pull it open. "Yup, definitely locked," he commented, sliding his hands into his pockets and turning back to look at her when she started to ramble. "Yeah... I remember that about you. It was always really cute," he gave a small smile.

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unmasked ˖ * ｡ dux

Dua: Socializing was not her thing and for that reason, Dua was not sure at first if she wanted to go to that mysterious party. Not sure what changed her mind, Dua ended up at the mansion, surrounded with people she didn't know nor having the interest to meet them. Why was she here? And who was the person behind all this? "That's bullshit" the girl muttered to herself before getting away from the crowd. For her own surprise, the room she ended up to, the ballroom, was empty. "Party for one" she said to herself before hearing steps behind her. The brunette stood still to the ground as she turned around and saw who was standing there. "Max?" she said confused seen him there. "I didn't know you'd come" she added while looking at him.

Max: Skeet didn't want to go to the party, which meant Max needed to in order to feel things out from a tip they had received, especially with all the mystery behind the party and it's origins. So far, everything had been uneventful. It was a bunch of people from town interacting, dancing, and drinking in costumes. A typical Halloween party. Well, Max had just been chilling in a cushioned chair. He should probably try to investigate some. Getting up, Max started to wander around until he came across a ballroom. It seemed to be empty, which was surprising for a dance party. Walking inside, he noticed that it wasn't empty and there was actually someone inside. When the girl turned around, his eyes widened a bit as he saw a bloodied ex in front of him. "D-Dua," he said in surprise, not expecting to run into her of all people. "Um, yeah. I guess a party isn't the best place for someone in recovery, huh?" he tried to make light, letting out a soft chuckle. Suddenly, he heard the sound of the door close behind him. "Did... that just close on its own?" he asked, turning to look at it.

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What is their lockscreen?

A motorcycle.

What is their background?

Some art that he liked.

What is their main ringtone?

Whiskey Glasses - Morgan Wallen

Top 3 most used apps?

Flashlight, Messages, Instagram

Last 5 text messages sent?

[text to Dua]: Still ignoring me? [text to Jennifer L]: I’m not Nancy Drew. [text to Skeet]: Got it, boss.  [text to Marie]: Why did you have to leave :\ I miss you.  [text to Freddie]: Don’t hold me to such a high standard. I’m not that great. 

Last 3 phone calls?

Skeet Ulrich - incoming - 3 minutes Dua Lipa- outgoing - 0 minutes Marie Avegeropoulos - outgoing - 22 minutes

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MaxThieriot: When your oldest ex appears. Yikes.

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skydart: Happy birthday to me. Time to go to work...

MaxThieriot: @skydart happy birthday 🔥🔥🔥🔥

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police interview | max & serinda

When the secret came out about Max, he had to admit he was pretty nervous. A lot happened at once with Dua, Marie, and now his secret being out. Then the police called him in. As far as he knew, a hacker releasing something about him being in a gang wasn’t usable evidence, so he knew he had to play it cool or he would either end up in prison or the guys would get caught and he wasn’t sure which was worse.

He was apparently supposed to meet with some lady down at the police station. Max didn’t put up a struggle about it because he didn’t want to come off as guilty. Putting on a pair of black pants and a button up shirt, the man made his way down to the station. Upon walking in, he felt his heart speed up at all the cops, but kept a cool outer expression. “I’m here to see Detective Swan. I’m Max Thieriot,” he told the officer at the front desk. 

@serindaxswan

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DM

dualipa: why don't you just let me be and go do something else? idk, go spend some time with your co-worker or some shit...

MaxThieriot: What the fuck, Dua? Nothing ever even happened with Marie and I.