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lanedalton‌:

“I should  have known” Lane admitted. His grin matching hers as she turned to face him. “I didn’t even realize it was you until you turned around” he chuckled, squinting a bit from the sun to get a cleared view of her face a she approached him. “I was thinking we could go to that diner that just opened in town. I think it’s called Jiggers?” He wasn’t too sure of the name of the diner but, he had been dying to try their new banana bread french toast.

Echoing his chuckle, Daphne crossed her arms over her chest. “You mean you didn’t see my ears perk up at the mention of a free meal?” She teased gently, finally catching up with. “Jiggers,” she repeated in a pensive tone, turning her gaze away from the boy, she peered around the campus momentarily, bringing a finger to her chin in thought before returning her eyes to him. “Don’t think I’ve heard of it but if it’s personally owned maybe their prices are still low enough to justify ordering everything on their menu. I’m starved.” She laughed. 

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“You know,” Daphne began, flopping down on Lucy’s mattress, container of DIY face mask in hand. “The last time I tried one of these things, I expected RADIANCE---” she hesitated, turning her attention from the substance to her friend. “--I mean, more than my natural radiance, of course... a God-level appearance.” She clarified with a quick laugh before turning her eyes back to the container. “And what I was left with instead was a load of dry skin and a sad, sad heart.” In truth, Daphne was terrible at making anything herself and deep down, she could only hope that the help of Lucielle would cause a very different outcome.

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sixstringxheart‌:

“You have no idea” he replied to her question with a playful smirk. Quentin always found himself easily distracted by the hotter girls. But, here at Kingswood they were everywhere and although that wasn’t exactly creepy. It was a major distraction for him. “Oh yeah? You think so?” he asked, continuing to smile at the brunette as she took a seat beside him. “I am.. What gave it away? Was it the hair?” he asked, obviously joking, with a light chuckle.

Sticking her straw between the teeth of her flirtatious grin, Daphne raised her brows a bit as she eyed him. “No, no... I think I have an idea.” She said, sucking on the straw while keeping her eyes on him. “Hot guys always kinda give me the creeps too... if I didn’t see how easily you scare, I probably would have been the first to run.” She chuckled lightly. “Yeah! How long have you been writing?” She asked, genuine interest in her tone. Giggling a bit, her gaze lifted to his hair. “---Oh, the tousled rockstar hair...?” She said, humour in her tone. Tilting her head from side to side a couple times, another laugh spilled from her lips. “Ehh, coulda been that or the unmistakable talent but maybe I just have a sense for these things.--- That’s pretty cool though.”

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ms-stephanie‌:

Taking in a deep breath, the brunette ran a hand through her hair as she looked at her roommate “I appreciate your concern but it honestly isn’t even worth talking about.” After giving a nod she would turn her phone over and place it face down on the table top. “What did you come here to work on?” She asked, more than ready to just change the subject.

Keeping Stephanie’s gaze almost challengingly, Daphne nodded at her words but made a mental note of that very moment. Keeping her head still, only her gaze drifted to the phone as she flipped it face-down and she released a small sight. “I didn’t actually come in here to work on anything.” She revealed. “Just saw my lovely Stephanie in distress... from afar, of course, and felt the need to rescue her. But, alas, she’s a warrior. ---Since when do you hang out in the library anyway? Or were you actually working on something?”

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jaseyxlynd‌:

“You’re welcome” she assured the girl that was also picking up her own books. Jasey tried to hold back her laughter as she was looking at the girls tan. “Well it looks like we’ll have to go tanning, instead of class” she suggested. “But you look amazing if you must know” she assured her with a smirk. “I had a blast, and definitely partied.. Probably more than I should have.. And I think that I’m going to be slowing my roll after this. I blurted everything while completely wasted to, Lane. I guess it’s best that the truth it out there but I hate that I was completely gone, in doing so” she rolled her eyes at how he must think of her for telling him while wasted. “I miss us hanging out, Daph” she pouted

Shoving the last of her books into her bag, she stood back to her normal height, lifting her brows and giving Jasey a cheeky look. “Don’t you tempt me, Jasey Lynd. ---I’m emotionally vulnerable, and therefore susceptible to suggestion.” She said, wiggling her eyebrows now. A pleased grin stretched across her lips and she released a bit of a sigh, already knowing how good she looked despite the slight fading, but appreciating the compliment nonetheless. “Well, m’love, you’re looking pretty amazing there yourself.” Grinning for a few extra seconds, Daphne listened to her friend’s summary of her trip. At the mention of Lane, her everlasting grin wavered to a somber look. “Oh, shit...” pausing, she turned her attention away from her for a moment before returning her gaze to her. “What happened? Like-- how did he respond?” A small grin begin etching her lips again. “Yeah, we definitely need to catch up. Are you free for lunch right now?”

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ezraward‌:

“Quality time? Missed that, have ya?” Ezra teased right back, keeping up with Daphne the way he always had. It was part of what had made their dynamic so much fun back when they still actually got along, and one of the things he missed most about spending time with her, ‘quality’ or not. He wondered if she missed it too, or if maybe sometimes she even missed how annoying he could be. “No you haven’t.” He read her easily when she lied about finishing the assigned algebra homework he’d already done, gesturing toward his bag sitting beside the piano bench. “C’mon then, mine’s in there. You’ve still got time to copy it.” He offered; no matter where he and Daph stood now, he really didn’t like losing people, always tried to keep himself in others’ good graces even if things ended between them on not-so-good terms. “Have a seat.” He patted the other part of the bench, making room for her to do just that.

Forcibly bringing a sarcastic grin to her lips, Daphne tilted her head to the side, eyeing him for his words. A flurry of snarky comments swarmed her mind; a variation of clever ways she could have either sarcastically agreed or adamantly denied his teasing comment. For a moment, she thought she might actually choose one, but instead she simply crossed her arms over her chest and rolled her eyes. It would be a barefaced lie to say she didn’t miss spending time with Ezra. When she first arrived to Kingswood in Freshman year, he became one of her closest friends; perhaps the closest she would ever allow at that time, and with how messy their relationship became, it wasn’t until this passing year that she was beginning to realize just how much she did miss him. Whether she would admit it or not, it was at least half of the reason she bothered with their banter in the first place.

She took a moment to examine him and his bag, considering his offer. It was just like Ezra to be so nice. It almost sickened her. Daphne wasn’t one to simply cave on copying someone’s homework. People copied off of Daphne’s homework... but algebra was a special breed of pointless... and boring. Running to tongue over her lips, she knelt down to open his bag. “Thanks,”  she murmured, almost feeling like she had surrendered in some way. Pulling the paper out, she stood up again and peered down at the piano seat before hesitantly taking the spot next to him. “These better all be right--- And don’t think this changes anything.” Despite her demanding tone, a small smirk found its way to her lips as she pulled her glasses out and began copying down his answers. A moment of silence passed and Daphne, still scribbling, peeked up at Ezra. “--You... can keep playing. If you want.”

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“Thanks,” Daphne muttered, squatting down just low enough to grab one of her books and slip it back into her bag. “Ugh, are you kidding?” Daphne began, rolling her eyes for the extra measure. “I’m modified. ---Do you see this?” She said, extending a bare arm for the girl to see before mustering the most convincing shudder she could. “My tan has already gotten at least three tones lighter. A week’s work. What a waste.” Lowering the same hand to the ground to collect a couple pens, she sighed. “What about you? ---I feel like I haven’t seen you since we left this place. D’you party hardy?”

Jasey had finished unpacking and doing laundry and was just worn out. But thanks to jet lag she couldn’t sleep. And figured she should stay awake until bedtime anyways. So much had happened in Ibiza that she was lost in thought. She saw someone drop their belongings and rushed over to help them. “Here you go, I’ll help you out” she offered. “How are you adjusting being back from Ibiza?”

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At the sound of the boy’s voice, Daphne turned on her heel to face him, a smooth grin creeping to her lips. “Is that a question?” She mused, raising a brow with her words. Although she hadn’t quite finished unpacking, she had taken a bit of a detour from her room, and with procrastination being one of her more prominent abilities, grabbing lunch sounded like the perfect distraction. Approaching the boy, her grim persisted, tilting her head up to keep her eyes on him as she grew nearer. “You gotta know a girl’ll say yes to some free food.” She teased. “Where are you thinking?”

Lane had been relaxing in his room since they had returned from Ibiza. He figured now was as good a time as any to give his liver a rest, not to mention he was pretty exhausted from all the drinking. Deciding to finally go grab some food, he left his room and made his way out of the Henry House. Smiling at the first person he saw he made his way over to them. “Hey.. You feel like grabbing a bite to eat with me? My treat?”

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ffsnoahverde‌:

“whoa, whoa,  who said anything about marital sex, i’m all about the premarital sex” so he had some commitment issues, he got his heartbroken once to know that was enough, he wouldn’t be doing that shit again. a laugh now escaping his lips, “i don’t know if she’s itching, but i’ve been trying to get in her pants a while now, and it’s dangerously approaching three months where girls like to have the talk” putting quotes around the word talk, as he spoke, “and i’m not ready to end things with her because i haven’t slept with her, and so now we’re in dangerous territory” he explained, “is there a girl in the entire school that you do want to hook up?”

“No, if course you are.” Daphne said flatly, a small laugh escaping her. Closing her eyes for a moment, she shook her head, pretending to be somber despite the clear amusement in her grin. “It’s just a shame that you spot these marriage material wifies left and right and never plan on getting hitched to one.” She said, already knowing very well that Noah had some issues. She hadn’t exactly gotten to the bottom of them yet but clearly had gone to some lengths to avoid being a part of them. 

Nodding through his summary of his relationship with Katya, Daphne repressed an eye roll, instead chuckling to herself as she continued. “A girl who has spent longer than a day with the Noah Greene and hasn’t jumped his bones? Damn.” She mused, raising her brows to convey surprise, despite clearly boosting his ego for the sake of her own fun. “Honestly--- God forbid anyone want a real commitment before sleeping with someone around here.” She said, tone drowning in sarcasm. “Then again, I wouldn’t place my bets on it with you. --- of course there are girls I’d hook up with around here. If you’re willing to sleep with all of them, I gotta at least be willing to sleep with half.” She laughed, smoothly avoiding any specifics.

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thefakecarsontaylor‌:

“You’re definitely right about that. I’m not gonna lie and say I’m not into being whipped.” He joked back. “Or just putting your goals on hold for a while. It’s kinda like a bachelor party, where you just have one night of mindless fun before you’re committed to someone for the rest of your life. Anywhere the wind takes us. We can google ‘fun places to go on a road trip’ and just drive.” He mused, looking off to the side. “Yeah, we are. I got Roger and Benny.” 

“You know... I wouldn’t have thought it myself, but now that you mention it, I can definitely picture it.” Pausing for a second, she snorted at the idea. “Not... literally picturing you being whipped... but--- yeah, now that I’m saying it, it’s too late. The visualization...” her words trailed off into a small burst of laughter. “Ugh, maybe we should.” She mused, thinking briefly of the possibilities. “I mean, you just attempted a New York trip. ---Phillie’s a bit closer and I keep a pretty keen reminder list in my phone.” She suggested. “There won’t be forgetting to fill the tank before leaving.” Nodding a few times, she raised her brows. “Yeah? How are you feeling about it so far?”

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sixstringxheart‌:

“Thanks” he laughed, his heart still beating a bit faster than normal from her startling him. “Well, that’s good. I wouldn’t want a hot girl creepin’ on me or anything” he mused, his tone filled with mirth. “It is.. Did you like it?” he asked, curious of her opinion.

Smirking a bit at his ‘hot girl’ comment, Daphne kept a somewhat coy expression. “Oh yeah? Something about the hotter girls that just really creep you out?” She teased, the sound of clear amusement in her voice when she chuckled the words. “Damn--- yeah, it had a really unique sound.” She admitted, nearing the boy as she spoke. Taking another quick sip of her drink, she sat down on the armrest of his bench. “---I’m gonna take a wacky guess and assume you have a band?”

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micellojoel‌:

Her request caused Michael’s breath to catch in his throat, but he nodded his head slowly, wrapping his arms around her. He wasn’t entirely sure if it was the request itself, or the clear crack of emotion he heard in her voice, and the trembling lip that had caused him to react how he did, or if it was some mix of both, but he felt like he had to breathe heavier than usual as he held her tight; and it was only after a minute of this that he realized this was because he was crying, and that was what was forcing his body to breathe heavier. “Oh God, Daph.” He breathed out as tears rolled down his cheeks in waterfalls. There was so much more he wanted to say, so much more to be said, but no other words seemed to want to come from his mouth as he held her there.

When Michael brought his arms around her, Daphne sank into the piano seat beside him; allowing herself to be submersed in him for a moment before wrapping her own arms around him. The tears that had been welling in her eyes upon approaching him had yet to fall; simply focusing on being in his arms as she clasped her small arms around his waist. She could already feel Michael crying, throughout his body for a few dreadful moments, before feeling his tears on her shoulder. She gripped him tighter, trying to create some sort of support; her own tears only falling at the sound of his voice. A small sob eased from her, the sound of her name on his voice stirring more emotions than she anticipated. “I can’t believe you’re here. --- I--I can’t believe you’re here.” She murmured, running her hands over his back frantically for a few seconds and pulling back to see him face, only managing to repeat the same words again when she did.

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Perhaps meeting with Michael was a rash and frankly, stupid idea. Daphne knew that nearly all of her actions were being monitored but the last thing she had expected was for Michael to start attending the very school she was sent to at the beginning of Freshmen year--- especially with how adamant their parents had been about them not being able to see each other--- and if her father was so stupid as to somehow let it happen, then she was stupid enough too. Approaching the music room, Daphne peered at her texts one last time. She wanted to verify (for the tenth time) that he had, in fact, told her to meet him. As she got nearer, she could already hear his playing. Hesitating, her fingers trembling slightly when she loosely gripped the doorknob, she sucked in a careful breath before stepping inside.

Standing in the doorway for a few seconds, Daphne peered across the room in a look of awe, not completely believing her eyes when they insisted that it was truly Michael sitting there. She was almost relieved that he continued even when she made her way into the room, unsure what she would have said otherwise. Biting her lip, her steps felt light--- her nerves causing her to feel somewhat weightless as she approached the piano. She could feel her heart sinking as he sang, and though she tried not to let it take over her emotions, her eyes welled as she grew nearer. She was standing next to him when he finally turned his attention to her, and she forced a grin despite her quivering lip. “Can I hug you?” She asked, her fingers idly running back and forth along the piano as though trying to distract from her own distress.

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Michael took the cello very seriously, and it was by far the thing he was best at; but it wasn’t the only instrument he played. He was also a highly proficient piano player, and although he hadn’t played at all in the months since everything that had happened with Cynthia, having been even more obsessively dedicated to the cello than usual since then, now face to face with the prospect of seeing Daphne at long last, he had decided to take a stab at re-familiarizing himself with the keys while trying to kill time and keep calm as he waited for her to show up at the agreed upon meeting time. His eyes were closed as he ran his hands across those keys, filling the room with the soft sounds of a quiet melody. Although it was a greater challenge for him in a literal sense due to not being as good at it, there was something easier about playing the piano than the cello; he didn’t feel the need to take it as seriously, instead being able to just enjoy himself as the played the music. As he heard the door to the room open from off to the side, he continued to play the song, if only to give himself another moment to prepare for the moment when he was finally looking into Daphne’s eyes again, and he gently sang the words.

“Cause I know I’ve seen you before Won’t you shine A little light On us now”

Concluding the piece with the best improvisation he could muster given his rust, he sighed, before lifting his gaze to the face he knew so well but hadn’t seen in over a year. Smiling a little, he gave a small shrug of his shoulders. “Any requests?” He asked softly.

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Peering back at the girl from the booth ahead, Daphne narrowed her eyes playfully. “From any ol’ restaurant, sure... Are purse-fries really worth it from the Kingswood Diner?” She asked with a quick laugh. Getting up from her place, she snatched her wrap and milkshake, sucking the straw as she turned to sit down across from the girl now. “When did you get here? I didn’t even see you come in.”

“Just don’t mind me,” She said to the other person sitting around from her as she was putting fires in her bag saving them for later. Zakiyah hasn’t been to Kingswood since last year due to traveling and not really wanting to come back. “Oh don’t act like you haven’t seen a girl eating taking food from a restaurant before.”

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“Oh God,” Daphne sighed, leaning against her door-frame. Resting her head back against the wood, she examined the current dress the girl was holding. “Is returning any of them a requirement? --- I’m a terrible person to be asking. You’ll end up keeping all of them.”

Aurora was dancing around to the music she was listening to on her bluetooth speaker. While trying different dresses up against her already clothed body she sighed. She sensed someone was in her doorway so she asked “I cannot decide what one to keep, and what one to return” she sighed to the person standing there.