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Text || Keaton & Blue

Keaton: i have a question

Keaton: can you climb a palm tree?

Keaton: i lived in california almost my whole life and i don't think i ever tried.

Blue: are you a fricken idiot?

Blue: climb one. take pictures.

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orimichaels:

“Sure, let’s go with that.”

"Well, that’s stupid. Why keep it a secret if it’s so good. Unless it sucks. Does it suck?” She reaches for the sketchbook. “Let me see.”

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Blue huffed and rolled her eyes. “Okay, you don’t have to get all sensitive. Are you one of those artists that never let people see your work?”

“That’s none of your business. Go around me if its so important to you.”

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Blue raised an eyebrow. “Excuse me, Picasso. You’re in my path.” She sits down next to him. “What’s so fucking important about this anyway? It looks like shit.”

“You’re in my light.” Ori said, pencil in his hand not halting. It could be a vision he had, or not. Not that he’d say.

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“Do I what?” Blue asks loudly. She sighs and pulls her headphones off again. “Repeat that.”

Keaton stopped again, turning toward Blue. “Do you actually hate me?” he asked, his voice loud, hoping she’ll hear it through her music.

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Blue raised her eyebrows. “Uh, what? Ugh,” she rolled her eyes. “He's so dramatic. No, I don't hate him.”

Rory ignored the sarcasm dripping from Blue’s voice, slipping off the log to sit on the ground with her legs crossed.  “Do you hate him?” She winced slightly at how outright it sounded, but she kept going regardless.  “I mean, he knows you were pissed, but he’s really worried about it.”

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"Well, you can’t exactly be surprised that I’m curious. You’re never out of your fucking cabin.”

“Uh,” he shakes his head, running a hand through his hair. “Nothing. Just thought I’d sit here.”

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“I swear it won’t happen again.” from chase

“I swear it won’t happen again.” from chase

“You’re damn right it won’t.” Blue snatches Chase’s phone from him. “Now, if you don’t mind, I’ll be writing your apology text to Rocket myself.” She starts texting quickly. “And I’m making it as embarrassing as it was for us when you walked in on us,” she says, sticking her tongue out at him.

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“You can’t die. Please don’t die.” [Keaton]

“You can’t die. Please don’t die.” [Keaton]

“I’m not gonna fucking die, Keaton!” Blue snapped. She pressed down on her stomach, cursing under her breath. Sweat beaded on her forehead and her hands were slick with blood, but she refused to look or act scared. Her brother was doing enough of that for her. “Just go, be useful and get someone from the infirmary. I’ll be fine.”

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“Maybe I was wrong. I don’t need you in my life.” , “Are you sure this is legal?”

“Maybe I was wrong. I don’t need you in my life.”

Blue’s face flushed red at the words. “Are you fucking kidding me?” she asked, the hurt clear in her voice. Then, her expression hardened. “Fine then. Fuck you, Mikey. If you want to give up on me instead of work through your shit, don’t let me get in the way.” She stomps away. “See you never.”

“Are you sure this is legal?”

“On this website? Definitely not.” She grins as she starts to type an antagonizing message to their current seller, bullying them into lowering the price. “No one can track this IP address, though, so who cares? I promise this stuff will look so awesome as a blade.”

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“Do you want me to leave?”

“Do you want me to leave?”

“Hell no. Bring your cute butt back over here right now.” Blue holds out her hands and wiggles her fingers, grinning at Lavina. “Don’t leave me hanging, come on.”

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[TEXT]: So that wasn’t you leaving the bar with another person?

[TEXT]: So that wasn’t you leaving the bar with another person?

[text]: awww, are you jealous?? ;)

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Blue cracks an eye open, then raises her eyebrows at the sight of Chase. “Well look who dragged their ass out of the dumpster. What the fuck do you want?”

Chase sees Blue sitting near the campfire and considers walking away. After standing a moment, he walks over and takes a seat on the log she’s lying on, keeping a bit of space between them.

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"I was just answering your question,” Blue mocks, then flips her hand as if waving him away. “Whatever, Keaton, I’m going back to my music.” She pulls her headphones back on and looks away.

“Nothing Blue, I was just answering your question.”

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Blue exhales loudly. “Oh boy, now I really wanna have this conversation. Alright well, start talking, girlie.”

Seeing Blue look up at her, Rory lifted a hand, wiggling her fingers for a quick wave. “Hey.  It’s nothing really, I just wanted to talk to you about something really quick.” She shifted on the log, facing the other girl more. “Well someone I suppose, I was talking to Keaton earlier .”

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A grin breaks over Blue’s face. “Hell yeah, I’d fuckin’ love one.” She takes the can and cracks it open, then tilts it back. “Okay, you’re officially more awesome than I gave you credit for.”

Macey snorts, “Yeah, a lot of people do. It’s pretty much the only nickname you can get from Macey.” She shrugs, holding the can out to her. “Do you like Red Bull? I bought a bunch of shit for my cabin but, like, I realized the last thing I want is to have a huge supply and have to deal with my sisters bouncing off the walls.”