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“ my dads met at bible camp. ”

“ my moms met on a gay and away trip to tuscani. not quite as scandalous. ”

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“I just don’t know which color to pick.” Yael hummed, looking at the wall of paint samples. “I like that light blue but, is it too much? What do you think?”

   Artemis was honestly and truly distracted by fitting as many paint samples as possible discreetly into her sweater pockets with one hand, her other hand wrapped securely around her warm coffee. “Uhm,” she takes a step back and gave a cheeky grin, “which blue, again?”

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“I was born for politics. I have great hair and I love lying.”

   “Huh... so what kinda stuff do you lie about?” Luna asks coyly, batting her long eyelashes.

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       Jill turned his face from the house shaking her head, “Don’t look…It makes you sad.” She whispered leaning in to kiss his lips softly. In all honesty nothing was going on in her head, it was just static, she didn’t really know how to react to a friend being murdered how do you react? They were good people and bad things don’t happen to good people right? The girl let out a small laugh feeling his lips all over her face, she placed many kisses on the top of his head with a sad sigh “I love you.” She whispered into his curls. The girl nodded at his words putting her arms out towards him, “Only if your up for it.” 

        It felt like he was being stabbed over and over and over again, his chest was aching and he had an unbearable headache this had to be what dying was. Ray started rambling about how she was still breathing and how Delilah was crying so loud none of it was understandable except something along the lines of “My sister is dead.” and it shattered his heart into a million pieces. His bloody hands held her waist tightly, he couldn’t let Lolita go, he couldn’t risk loosing her. “I’m so scared.” He sobbed gripping her a little tighter with a body rattling sob “I’m so fucking scared.”

     “Poor Ray.” He whispered thinking of Ray’s bright smile which he knew he wouldn’t be seeing it for a long long time. Thomas couldn’t stop starring at Lilah’s window, he had climbed out that window many times as recently as last week not for what he used to climb in there for but to warn Lilah to keep her mouth shut. Now she was dead, it was too surreal for him but at the same time he felt grateful which was awful but he didn’t care. Thomas looked over at Jill and Chance rolling his eyes with a small groan, “Can you two stop being gross? Especially now.” He pulled out a pack of cigarettes holding them up in front of the group “Any takers?”

    Foster wanted the hug, he craved Salem’s touch but when it didn’t come he straighten his posture with a quiet sigh. He shoved his hands in his pockets glancing over at the boy, checking him out for any blood or bruises relieved to see him clean, “I was on my way back from my dad’s. I couldn’t text and drive.” He assured not mentioning the call he got earlier. Foster gave Elliot a gentle squeeze “Hey princess.” He whispered earning a side glare from Thomas. He pondered the question for a minute before nodding, “Lilah finally got what was coming.” He took a cigarette from Thomas his eyes never leaving the other boy as he lit his cigarette “Right Tommy?” He rose a brow as he brought the stick to his lips and inhaling the toxins. “Poor Max was just caught in the crossfire.”

     Chance looked at Jill with a pout on his lips, which was quickly kissed away when Jill’s lips were on his. He had a dimply, sad grin on his face as she kisses his head, and his arms wrap around her waist happily. “I love you,” Chance replied happily, kissing her cheek. He rolled his eyes at Thomas as he stood up, gesturing to Jill to jump on his back. “Now is not the time to showcase your unrelenting charm, Thomas,” Chance volleys sarcastically. 

      My sister is dead. Lolita felt her stomach twist up in a knot and lurch into her throat. She’d felt loss and pain before, clearly, they both had, but this exceeded the levels of tragedy they had both experienced combined. “I know, baby. I know,” she ran her fingers through his hair. “Baby, shhh. You’re safe. There are cops here, I─ I’m here, we’re okay, we’re alright,” she stammered out, pressing her lips into his hair. She only opens her eyes when she hears Salem appear in the door way, and she looks up at him with bloodshot eyes, nodding at him to come closer.

      Elliot giggled at Chances comment but the brief and sad smile on her face fell when Thomas pulled a pack of cigarettes out. Her eyes went wide at Foster’s comment and she stared at him for a moment, owlishly, waiting for him to regret the awful thing he’d just said before she realized that she couldn’t be around her pack right now. “Excuse me,” she said quietly. She glared at the pack for a split second before giving the globbed-together Chance & Jill a hug, kissing them both on the cheek before she walked back to her car, sitting in the front seat. She had to be alone for a minute, if not only to process the untimely death of two people she loved dearly, than to maybe come to terms with not having a boyfriend who would care enough to get her through it.

     “Uh... .yah. Safety first.” He answered, realizing that now wouldn’t be one of those times where Foster was actually nice to him. Those times were few and far apart, but Salem still wished for them, even when─ especially when their lives had just taken a huge blow to the gut. He couldn’t believe they were just gone. Not one of their friends but two. He felt sick to his stomach as he avoided eye contact, looking briefly back at the house. He could only pray that Ray and Lolita were okay right now. “Come on, guys, that’s not... appropriate,” Salem mumbles quietly. He says guys two Thomas and Foster, but he really just means Foster. Of course Salem knows that Thomas and Lilah had a history that Elliot didn’t know about, and he felt guilty every day for not telling her, about it, but it wasn’t his secret to tell. “They’re dead,” he deadpans, “Murdered. Gone. Let me speak for everyone else when I say now would be a good time to exhibit some fucking tact, fuckrags.” He gives an apologetic look to Chance and Jill, but he can’t be bothered to stand still in their little circle anymore, so he turns around and runs into the house. No one really gives him a second look, seeing as his dad is the Sheriff, and he’s found Lolita and Ray within seconds, tears already forming in his eyes.

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         Jill wasn’t good with death. She made herself immune to it since her mother, she refused to have another break down. She was leaning into Chance one of her hands holding tightly onto one of his letting her thumb run soothingly over his knuckles, were they next? She shook the thought from her head they were good people but Max was a good person too–– She looked up at Chance forcing a smile for him, “Remember…Remember when we went to build a bear? And spent a fortune on those damn bears?” She forced a laugh trying to mock happiness “That’s happy, right?”

     Ray of all people had to find his sister in a pool of her own blood, he also had to find Max in the garage covered in blood. There was so much blood. Of course he got it on him, most of it was his sister’s seeing he was shaking her as if she would wake up, in the end he was just holding her and silently crying. Now he was just sitting in Lilah’s room covered in her blood starring at the doorway blankly, he didn’t know what to do or how to react, his big sister was dead. “Lolita” , he blinked a few times looking into her eyes his eyes flooding with tears, “There’s so much blood.” He muttered tears rushing down his cheeks as a quiet sob left his lips “There’s so much blood.”

      Was it awful to speak ill of the dead? Because Thomas had a lot to say about Lilah. He swallowed looking around nervously as he kept a tight grip on Elliot watching Lolita run past. He didn’t know what he would do if this were Elliot they took out in a body bag so he didn’t try to stop her. “Of course you can. This is crazy…Who would do this?” this was like a horror movie, terrifying.

      “You’re going to be the next one in a body bag.” a deep voice threatened on the other end of the line causing a chill to run through Foster’s spine. He looked around anxiously as he sat in his car, “Call this number again and I will call the cops on your ass.” He snapped hanging up on the unknown caller an uneasy feeling left in his stomach as he starred at the house where the chaos was. This was like a real life scary movie and he couldn’t help but to worry about Salem. Foster slowly made his way towards his friends looking at Elliot then Salem swallowing a lump in his throat, “What the hell happened here?”

     Chance nodded. “That is happy,” Chance nodded, before looking at the house sadly. “Not happy enough. Don’t think anything is.” He shrugged, looking back at Jill, wrapping his long arms around her. “We’ll be okay,” he says quietly to her, because he can only imagine what’s going through her head right now. “We will be. I swear it.” He presses kisses all over Jill’s face before burying his face in her neck for a moment, placing a kiss there too. “You think you’re okay to go see how the guys are doing?” he asks, gesturing to Thomas, Elliot, Foster and Salem, standing over by Elliot’s care, “I’ll carry you.” 

      Lolita watched the blankness on Ray’s face turn into terribly pained tears, and her heart hurt so bad for the boy in front of her. She couldn’t imagine the pain he was going through, but all she could do in the meantime was let him cry and keep him breathing so that he didn’t pass out. She slid her hoodie off her shoulders and began to wipe the blood off of his hands and face. “I know,” she whispers, wrapping her arms around his broad shoulder again, her hand gently patting his back to make sure he was breathing okay. “I’m so sorry baby, I’m so sorry,” she whispered through sedated sobs, a few stray tear admittedly falling onto his clothes as her eyes screwed shut.

     “God, poor Lola,” Elliot mumbles, watching the tiny blonde girl run into the house, before her eyes go back to Thomas and she just shakes her head at his question. “Honestly?” I don’t even want to know.” She looks around again, taking a head count of all her alive and semi-well friends when she pulls away from Thomas to look at Salem. “I’m sure he’s just sleeping, Sal’,” she puts her hand on his shoulder, before she hears Foster’s voice coming up behind them, causing her to jump a little bit, but her features soften when she sees it’s him. “Oh, thank god.” 

     Salem can’t even explain how relieved he is to see Foster alive and safe. He moves to hug him, to cling on to him koala-bear-style and never let go, but he stops himself, realizing that that, well, that might come across a tiny bit gay. And he isn’t in the mood to deal with that right now. “W-why didn’t you answer my texts? I─ we were worried,” he says quietly, trying to be casual. He envies Elliot as she breaks away from Thomas to hug Foster, and she even circles back to hug Salem before she clangs back to Thomas’s side like a magnet. “Do you know, Fos? What happened?” he asks him.

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Signature Color.

Steel Magnolias, Herbert Ross, 1989.

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         She was so small. He watched her grab the plush animal off her bed it made his chest cave a little, she was so innocent and precious something that was so rare in this world and someone hurt her. He swallowed giving her hand a gentle squeeze, Jax knew he had he had to be delicate with her but he didn’t want her too feel weak like he was babying her. He was going to have to do research, he was going to have learn how to deal with this, he was going to have to support her through this travesty. “Don’t thank me…” He whispered praying she didn’t think he felt obligated to be a supportive boyfriend, he gave her a sweet smile when she kissed his shoulder letting his lips gently press against her scalp softly “I love you.” He whispered against her hair with a quiet sigh. He knew it would take a while before they got back to their normal but he was willing to wait a million years for her, he gave her hand one more squeeze before helping her down the stairs. The silent walk to his truck was painful, Jax didn’t know what to talk about did he talk about the weather? Did he ask questions? It seemed easier just to be quiet. The hospital was at least twenty minutes away and he knew they couldn’t sit in silence the whole way. Jax opened her door clearing his throat a little before speaking “You want to play music? You can pick the station if you want…” He whispered helping her in the vehical. He held her hand for a second later slowly bringing her hand to his lips placing a soft kiss on the skin once again, “I’m sorry…I’m sorry I left you there.”

          “I love you,” Fleur answered sweetly, smiling at the gently touch. This was clearly already messing her up. She couldn’t close her eyes for longer than a blink without being thrust into a panic attack. She doesn’t think she will live it down any time soon but she reckons Jax is the only person she’ll want around for a long time. Until she isn’t afraid anymore. 

    She looked at the radio for a moment before turning it to a safe and low volume, pressing play on the 1975 cd in the drive. She looks at him as he kisses her hand and she shakes her head quickly, knowing all too well what’s going on in his mind. “Jax..” she cards her fingers through his hair. “What I said earlier, I didn’t... I didn’t mean to blame you,” she explains. “I’m so sorry. Please don’t apologize, N-Noah was supposed to drive me home, that was the plan, but I coudn’t find him... it’s not h-his fault either. It’s no one fault but... wh-whoever di-did this to-to me.” She leans forward and kisses his head, trying at a small smile. “Now come on,” she pokes his shoulder playfully, “we’re burnin’ daylight.”

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          Chance is still really bad with death, but he still hasn’t cried as he sits on the back of a parked ambulance at the scene of Lilah and Max’s death. The tall boy holds Jill tightly, honestly afraid to let go of her at this point. He hasn’t been this shaken up since the incident, honestly, and he can feel the tremors rioting through his body as he squeezes his eyes shut. “Baby girl,” he smoothes his hand over her hair, “will you tell me happy things?”

          Lolita got the call from Elliot and she can honestly say she’d never felt more dreadful, not even when her father killed Hana. She sped through every red light, past every stop sign on her way to Ray’s house. She was screaming his name before she was even all the way out of the car, running full speed towards the house. About four cops tried to stop her but she was screaming at the top of her voice at them as she shoved past them. She couldn’t stop the shriek that escaped her mouth but she continued to run room to room screaming for Ray, and the second she saw his head of brown hair she dropped to her knees right by his side, putting her hands on either side of his face. “Baby? Baby, oh my god, are you okay? Please be okay,” she whispered through struggled cries her hands roaming his body making sure there was no blood.

       When Lolita went screaming past Elliot, the girl had to hide her face in Thomas’s chest. “This is so messed up,” she cries into his shirt, her arms sneaking under his jacket to wrap around his waist, her tiny body desperate for warmth. “Can I stay with you tonight? I don’t wanna be alone. I don’t want you alone. I don’t know. I’m scared.” 

       Salem had been biting at his nails for about an hour, texting Foster over and over again, but there was no answer yet as he walked reluctantly over to Elliot and Thomas. “Ell?” he tugs the girl away from her boyfriend before whispering, “I can’t get a hold of Foster.”

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        Thomas looked at the picture of him and Brooke in the hospital, she was glowing as usual and he was looking down at her with a genuine smile as she held their new born child in her arms. He glanced at the other picture of is of him and his father standing in an empty office, Thomas had an over excited smile and his father was actually smiling but in his head it wasn’t real anymore, this was all a big set up just to watch him fail. He threw the picture off his desk letting out a small yell when he heard the glass shatter, Bethany was crying and his head was starting to ache but he ignored everything and just rested back in his chair. When Elliot walked in he didn’t really react he just laid there with a small sniff wiping his eyes quickly but never looking at her, he couldn’t let her see him like this all weak a fragile. He swallowed when he sees the water in front of him, the man glances at it then up at her his eyes bloodshot and tired. “I miss you.” He whispers putting his hands out to her like a needy child because in all honesty Thomas was just that a needy child who needed someone to care and watch over him. “I deserved that job…” He muttered with a quiet swallow looking up at her finally saying the words nobody ever thought would come out of Thomas Brooks mouth, “I’m sorry.”

          Elliot looked at the broken picture frame like an omen. It was so sad, it made her stomach ache with guilt. No one deserved to be so miserable. After she set the water down she glances back at Bethany, who’s little hands are opening and closing idly, she’s clearly fighting how tired she is from all the excitement but she’s happily sucking on her binky now, so she seems okay. Elliot breathes a sigh of relief when the baby doesn’t swell with screaming cries again. I miss you. Elliot exhales a breath that she feels like she’s been holding for the past 8 months, and she looks at his outstretched arms sadly. She feels like she’s stepping into a bear trap but she steps forward anyways, wrapping her arms around his neck while his arms wrap around her waist, just like old times. She can’t bring herself to say I miss you too, but she feels her eyes tear up as she averts her eyes to the broken picture frame again. “I know you did. Do,” she said quietly, one hand soothing over his back and one hand tangled in his hair. 

          Hearing the words I’m sorry coming out of Thomas Brooks’ mouth was like hearing the Pope come out as a gay man. She always knew it was in there somewhere but she never thought she would hear it come out of his mouth. She looks down at him and laces her fingers in his hair, tugging gently. “I am too,” she whispers. Ell soothes her hand over his back once more before she steps away from him, accompanied by a sharp pain in her chest. She swallows hard and pushes the water towards him. “Drink.”

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Mikel has always had eyes for Zoey and himself wrapped around her finger. From the moment he stated that he would marry her during their preschool playdates to when he reached puberty and began to feel things that were more than just endearing comments made in pretend play. Girls had come and gone in Mikel’s life, while they flocked to them he had never shown much interest. Some had concluded that he was much to determined or maybe mature for the whole dating scene, but only if they had known. If only they knew who he had really been keeping an eye on. Why he was so infuriated when anyone came across thee girl he cared for so much. “Aw come on, I can be a little bit of a dick” he noted “maybe not to my precious little bug, but to other people I could easily be” he boy teased with a laugh that accompanied him slinging the girl over his shoulder. “Put you down? Alright, whatever the princess says” he teased with a smile as there was a small plop on to the couch. “Oh but I also know where all your tickles are” he teased as he lunged towards the girl, his fingers grazing over her midsection as she began tickling her. “Tell me that you love me the most and then I’ll stop tickling you” he teased

     Unfortunately, Zoey had already come to terms with her potent feelings for Mikel, and consequentially the lack of things to be done about it. She isn’t quite sure if any of these grossly precipitous feelings are bilateral or not, but she can’t be bothered to ask. She tells herself she’s being smart, milking the venom from the snake before it bites her, but she’s actually just terrified. And the sad part is that she isn’t even terrified of the rejection. 

    Zoey made a pouty huff of a sound when she was plopped onto the couch, her bottom lip jut out in a puppy dog pout as she glared at the boy. “No.... don’t do it don’t─!” she tried to stop him before he could tickle her but he beat her to the jump, and she was in a fit of painful giggles grabbing at his hands to stop them. “Fine, fine!” she heaved through uncontrollable giggles, “I love you most! Now stoooop!” She pushes his hands off before poking him directly in the cheek. “You’re so mean. My belly hurts, now.” 

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       Thomas took the packet in one hand while he held onto his daughter with a quiet sigh. He could only read the first page which was just debrief of the project, he thought everything would be fine till he read the second page. His face dropped quickly, he looked up at Charles a mixture of confusion and sadness “What the fuck is this?” He questioned quickly turning to the last page reading it too quickly with a quick shake of his head. “You’re replacing me? You–You can’t even do my job! I–I’m meant for this job!” He yelled clearly flustered, Charles was taking yet another thing from him. So much hatred and anger was boiling inside him he was laughing, just bitterly laughing at the whole situation. “Know what?” He slammed the paper down on the desk grabbing a pen and aggressively signing his signature down on the paper, he pressed so hard into the paper the paper ripped a little, “Have the fucking job. Have my father’s affection. Fuck have the girl I loved! Have everything.” He slid the paper over to not even giving Elliot a second look before storming out. If Thomas was given a warning by his father that Charles would be taking his job his reaction would’ve been way better but seeing there was no warning and he was already pressed about Elliot, he just exploded. The man set his daughter in her playpen with a small sniff as he sat in his office chair with a quiet sigh feeling warmth start to form in his eyes, he didn’t know what to do so he just let tears run down his cheeks and onto the crisp wood of his desk.

      Elliot hangs her head, honestly waiting for them to bicker about something she doesn’t understand as per usual. Elliot had been hearing Charles drunkenly explain this project to her, late nights in his office, whisky poured over ice and inebriated arguments about the big white elephant that no one is allowed to mention sober: Thomas. Charles knows that Elliot was is stupidly in love with Thomas. But he also knows that she can’t go back to him, he has a family now, a family she doesn’t fit into. And since Charles is family-less and emotionally inept, she sticks around. And they mutually pretend they’re in love. This project will further my career, Charles would say. Thomas deserves this. He needs this, Elliot would answer, before slapping her hand over her face, because she knows the can of worms she’s opened. Elliot’s eyes shot up when Thomas shouts, and her eyes frantically jar between Thomas, Charles, and baby Bethany, who’s making that heart breaking face that babies make before they burst into painful cries. Elliot scoots back in the chair, standing abruptly. Loved is the word that catches her ajar mouth like a fucking fish hook. Why does she care? Because she’s hopeful. She didn’t think she was, she thought she was stronger, she thought she was over him. But she has to be real with herself, that’s never going to happen. She still watches Thomas carefully, warm tears in her eyes as she glares at Charles. It isn’t until Thomas is out of the office and out of ear shot that Charles looks at Elliot wearily, fully expecting what he obviously deserves. “I cannot believe you,” Elliot seethes through clenched teeth. Charles rolls his eyes, “Are you always going to side with him? We live together, you know, we’re in a pretty serious relationship, you could always maybe try and support me for once!” Elliot barks out a laugh before pushing past him. “We settled for each other, Charles, quit bull shitting yourself,” she snaps, “and as far as what you just did for Thomas, my history with him is completely besides the point. That man has a wife and infant child to provide for, and a father to prove himself to. And you just ripped out the rug from beneath him.” Elliot’s hands go to her hair, her fingers tangling in the heavy strands as she takes a deep breath. “Go home. I need to be away from you for ten fucking minutes,” she says sternly, keeping her eyes closed and her hands locked in her hair as she sits down on the arm of the couch. She hears Charles breathing a sigh of defeat and checking his watch. Its a few minutes before he leaves the office, shutting the light off and leaving her behind. There’s still a lamp on at Charles desk, next to a faceless picture of he and Elliot dancing at some wedding a few months back, which she stares at for a few minutes before she gets up, following the sound of a crying baby to Thomas’s office. She’s too tired to be hesitant, to be afraid of him, so she lets herself in. Her heels are outside the door, sitting stop her purse, so her socked feet pitter patter across the grey carpet to the baby pen, where she soothes her fingers over the infant’s head, putting her baba back in her mouth. It’s a few seconds before the baby actually stops crying and has tired eyes while she sucks on the binky. Elliot doesn’t even look in Thomas’s direction, not yet, not when she’s trying to help him out. She walks to the bar, and she considers pouring him scotch, since she knows that would really help, but he has Bethany. So she pours him a glass of water over ice and gently sets it on the desk beside him, no real pull to the features of her face as she glances down at him.

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      “We could go to the beach.” He whispered as he adjusted the blanket that was a makeshift roof on their fort. They were talking about their summer plans, he decided not to bring up college seeing he didn’t even know where to start with it, he much rather talk about his plans with Lolita. “Or we could go on a long ass road trip…” He smiled at the thought of him and the beautiful blond spending all of summer together, he pulled her on top of him as he laid on his back with a small chuckle. Ray let his hand cup her cheek softly the same sweet smile on his pretty pink lips, “I just want to be with you.”

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      Lolita is playing with the cross necklace around her neck as Ray fixes their blanket. The second he comes back to her, she’s reaching for his hands, desperate to hold them tightly. “Beach sounds fun,” Lolita entertains the idea for a brief moment before shrugging, “isn’t that kind of cliche, though? We can do better, can’t we?” She nods in thought at the idea of a roadtrip, biting her bottom lip absentmindedly. She giggles when she’s pulled on top of him, looking down at her dumb nerd who she just loves more than anyone on the planet. Of course, he doesn’t know that yet, but she’ll get to it when she’s ready. “You’ve got me all summer, baby,” Lolita smiles endearingly, pressing her lips to his happily.

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Jax had a reputation no one could touch. He was fifth in his class, top player on the baseball team, well liked by everyone, and had a relationship everyone dreamed of. He met Fleur in seventh grade and instantly fell for her, she was like a little dandelion that he had to have so he asked her out on a piece of lined paper and they’ve been together ever since. They’ve had their ups and their downs but it’s always been the two of them. Fleur was his first girlfriend, his first kiss, his first time, she was his first everything, she was his first love so seeing her this hurt was killing him. Anger and hatred was boiling inside him but he masked it with sadness so she wouldn’t be scared, he took her hand with caution letting his thumb run over her knuckles softly. “Don’t you dare say your sorry.” He said sternly before realizing his tone was too harsh he cleared his throat making his voice softer “This was not your fault. Don’t say this is your fault.” He lifted her hand pressing a soft kiss to the top of her hand with small sigh. “Of course, love. Come on…” He whispered gently pulling her off the bed with a small swallow, the question of who still rattling in his mind. Who would hurt his precious flower like this? He would ask another time, not now it was too soon. “Do you want to lay in the back? Or sit in the front?” He asked quietly as he opened the bed room door for her.

      Fleur was universally (locally) known as a literal flowerchild. She’d been relatively popular growing up, but that was really just a nod to her unusually atypical ability to get along with everyone she met. She’d never really had an eye for boys, way back when, she barely had little school crushes, having always focused on her studies. But Jax was different. It was an overused concept, and never mind how awfully simple she feels when she admits to herself how in love she is with this boy, she can’t imagine herself loving anyone else as much as she loves him. Fleur looked up at him with her virtuous doe eyes when he ordered her not to apologize. She knows he’s just being caring, so his ton doesn’t much rub her the wrong way. She’s holding Jax’s hand tightly as he pulls her off the bed, and she feels a nauseous pain in her lower stomach that she decides to ignore. She assumes its just part of the package. “Uhm, I... I dont’ know,” she tries quietly, looking back at her bed with furrowed brows. She doesn’t let go of Jax’s hand but she takes a few steps back to grab the small elephant plushy that sat happily atop her pillows, holding it tightly in her free hand as she nodded slowly. “Front is okay. Lets go,” she says quietly, biting down on her bottom lip as she walks, afraid that the pain she felt earlier will reoccur. “Thank you,” Fleur whispers quietly, pausing momentarily before the stair case to kiss Jax’s shoulder lightly. She couldn’t quite bring herself to be immensely comfortable with all the touching right now, but she would be damned if she let that fucker ruin her closeness with Jax.