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[eaexu]

Olive pressed her fingers into her temples, they were covered in black paint unbeknownst to her, she had sat in front of the canvas for far too long. When the door clicked open she pulled her hands back and noticed the paint her dark green eyes rolled and she stood up. “oh dont mind me..” she stated heading over to kitchen sink. “just unintentionally doing black face” she smirked

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“im done sitting around” he stated, standing up so abruptly even his own body protested against him, his head spinning. “shit..” he laughed, clutching the side of the couch. The joint he just finished being the culprit. “we are going for a walk” he stated holding his hand out “because if I sit here any longer I will turn into a pumpkin” he smirked. 

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There was nothing that he could do to fix the mess he had made in the kitchen. It was like a pastry shop had exploded in his apartment. Cakes and pies littered literally every surface. He had his final exams for cullinary school, and he just couldnt master this pastry. “I hope you brought your whole ass appetite” he said with a laugh as the door opened. “because I have like seven wedding parties worth of cake, and like nine fourth of july cookouts worth of pies” he teased 

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swampbiitch·:

he watches through the back window as nola offers her hand to the man. he kisses it and she giggles, responding with something along the lines of “why of course, my prince” before running the very same hand through his hair. stephan lets out a soft sigh, turning his head away from the scene and rubbing his eyes from behind the glasses. as much as he loves his friends, there’s something about seeing the two of them so close together that makes him feel a certain type of way. however, he makes sure to never mention a thing. head leans against the window, eyes taking a quick look at the other as he enters the vehicle. stephan’s brows furrow at his friend’s words. “okay, yeah, alright, i guess that changes it a little. where are we going, though? i.. don’t mean to be the least favorite friend, but we could’ve easily seen the stars from topher’s backyard.” wow, way to go mister buzzkill. to make up for being the most annoying person in the car, he places his hand over spencer’s, giving it a light squeeze before letting go. “we’re still getting home tonight, right? i mean, it’s not another one of those sleeping outside with all of the bugs imaginable situations?” 

she pries the back window open so she can officially be a part of the conversations. when stephan starts challenging them with another set of questions, she can’t help but let out a laugh, shaking her head. “maybe.” she begins. “or maybe not?” with that, she pulls something out of her bag. “i wanted to keep it a surprise, but since you always need to know everything..” she raises a half-full bottle of rum. “i also got this, in case we’d wanna get extra shitfaced. so, depending on the mood later, we’ll either return home or.. be passed out somewhere in a field.” 

“I just wanted to get out of there” he admitted, as if only to Steph, he knew his best friend would understand, and despite the hesitation in his brain, if Spence needed to go, he knew Stephan would follow him anywhere. The questions continued and he tried to stop thinking about how badly he wanted an excuse to touch him again. The window was opened and his smile was bright. He loved seeing her beautiful face pop into view, she took over in comforting Steph, talking him back into the situation the two of them had barely discussed but were on the same page about. “Nola, get your cute little ass in here, I am going to kiss your face..” he stated, his voice interlaced with genuine excitement “god what did we do to deserve you?” he asked with a smile looking back to her before he looked to Steph. “hold onto something” he stated to his best friend “doll face? hang tight, get low” he stated with a wide smile before he turned off the road, twisting the wheel before getting easily rolling over tall plants and grass. They were a couple miles away, and a few miles deep into the field, when he finally rolled to a stop and put his truck in park. Opening his door before swinging into the bed of the truck in one swift movement. “come on stephy” he called from the still wedged window “come cuddle” he wrapped his arms around Nola and took the bottle from his hand. “youre a lifesaver you know that?” he asked her, his face impossibly close to hers. 

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swampbiitch·:

he’s still confused, alarmed, blue eyes going from one person to another. sadly, georgina and enzo have no clue what’s going on and nola? she chooses to follow spencer’s lead and not say a damn thing. when a hand is waved in front of his face, he finally decides to go with the peer pressure, interlacing their fingers. shooting enzo and georgina a final look, he shrugs his shoulders, mouthing a quick: “i’m so sorry?” before being pulled out of there. “what’s going on?” clearly, he’s not a big fan of the no-talking rule. “where are we going? spencer, you’re not gonna drive, are you? i saw you chug those beers. y-y’know, we might be in the middle of nowhere, but i doubt the cops are gonna be too thrilled if they stop us.” he rambles even though no one seems to be listening. “guys, are you serious? you could lose your license, spence. what if they lock us up? my mom will legitimately fly all the way from new york to disown me.” still, he lets the other two drag him along. 

after a quick goodbye to the other two, the three of them are on the way out of the party, holding hands, nola grinning like an overly excited child. stephan keeps babbling, sharing his paranoia with the world, but nola doesn’t seem to be having any of it. none of it is killing the mood. if anything, it’s a little funny how overly worried the boy can get, even going as far as taking things out of context, overexaggerating. the whole time, she decides to say nothing, occasionally glancing over at him, offering a small smile that answers none of his questions. once they’re at the car, nola separates herself from the pack, opening the passenger door and holding it for stephan. when he takes a seat, hesitant as always, she closes the door, waves and proceeds to take her spot in the back of the pick-up truck. 

Spencer just squeezed Stephs hand and followed Nolas lead, his best friend would tire himself out soon enough. They got downstairs to his truck with literally a barrage of questions that just kept tugging at the sides of his lips, curling them up in a bright smile. Nola was in the back of the truck, as he walked around he shot the brunette a wink and coy grin, holding out his hand for her to place hers within. He opened the drivers side door, pulled the top of her hand to his lips, kissed it softly and got in the truck. “you ready darlin?” he asked her before closing the door. He turned to Steph, deciding to finally answer every question he had posed, he had mentally cataloged all of them. “we are going to smoke a joint under the stars, I had two beers two hours ago, I am well below the legal limit, I am pretty much sober, no one is going to stop us, I promise to take care of you, and your mom wont have to come out, I promise, he put his hand on Stephs knee. “trust me, I have never led you astray” he said giving his thigh a gentle squeeze before letting his truck roar to life, and the dust kick up under his tires as he pulled out of the drive way. 

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swampbiitch·:

the feeling of his warm breath on her neck sends shivers down her spine, the sound of his words giving her goosebumps all over. then, she lets out a soft laugh, fingers tangled in the material of his shirt as she leans closer. “oh, he’s not gonna stop us.” she coos. “besides,” hand wanders up his chest. “the more the merrier.” she teases, a small smirk on her lips before she lets out a laugh, obviously joking. she lightly pokes his nose with the tip of her finger and gives him a quick kiss on the cheek. “we’ll manage.” she assures playfully before the search for stephan begins. when the boy doesn’t show within the first two seconds, nola decides to help. “stephan gersbach!” she shouts, grabbing spencer by the hand as she heads towards the backyard, where majority seems to be chilling. “stephan, where are you? show your face, this is your mother speaking!” finally, she spots the lanky male, awkward as ever, stuck in a conversation with enzo and georgina. immediately, she rushes over to him, letting go of spencer and throwing her arms around her friend. “stefano! we’re going on a trip, come on.” 

he’s been hanging out in the backyard for around forty minutes now, chatting with different people, accompanying the smokers despite not being one of them. he hadn’t heard any of the screaming, unaware of his friends’ whereabouts until they show up out of nowhere, nola immediately jumping into his embrace. “wha-who? what?” a clear confusion on his face, blue eyes drifting over to spencer, seeking answers. “we’re gonna drive somewhere pretty, have a little smoke and sleep under the stars.” nola muses, grinning from ear to ear. stephan’s brows raise as he pushes up his glasses. “drive- who’s gonna drive? we’re all intoxicated.” he points out. 

Spencer smirks, watching her arms become lined with goosebumps, he licked his lips and felt her soft lips across his cheeks. “thats like doing it with the baby in the room.” he smirked “youre just going to have to go without it tonight sweetheart” he held onto her hand and his brows furrowed as he didnt hear the lanky footsteps of his best friend. He was used to him being close enough to be in ear shot almost always. When Nola screamed his full name he laughed. They made their way outside and when he saw him every part of his body released its tension. He didnt know how Steph had always had this over him and he wanted it to stop, he wanted it go so away, when Nola left his grip and wrapped her arms around him, his heart swelled, he loved the two of them with his whole heart. His eyes rolled as Steph already started to try and rile himself out of the situation. He held his hand out “shhhh.. stop talking.. just take my hand and lets get out of here” he wiggled his fingers and his eyebrows “lets go” he held out his other hand to Nola “no questions, shh.. no talking.. its time to go” 

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swampbiitch·:

she nods her head at liam’s statement, not so surprised by his reasoning. then, she glances over at georgina, who doesn’t even get the time to form a proper response before the door opens once again. immediately, tallulah shoots the intruder a death glare, but relaxes at the sight of a familiar face. still, her expression remains unimpressed. "what the hell, saint? have you ever heard of knocking? we could’ve all been fucking in here.” arms are crossed over her chest. “do you realize how disrespectful it would’ve been if you just barged in like that? invasion of personal space, they call it.” 

georgina grimaces at the other girl’s words, playfully rolling her eyes before letting them rest on the brunette. “it really hasn’t. we’ve basically just been discussing burritos and piss.” she states, which immediately catches tallulah’s interest. “burritos?” the girl on the toilet chimes. “who said anything about burritos? count me in, i’m fucking starving.” the other announces and georgina lets out a soft sigh. “talk to liam.” she instructs before looking around the room. “you know what, guys? this has been a total rager, but i think i’m gonna head downstairs.” one bathroom can only fit so many people, and so, she makes her way towards the door. 

The moment saint entered the room Liam felt pathetic he wanted to be the picture of sophisticated grace, impossible to be unwanted by anyone, let alone found unattractive by someone as beautiful as saint. He sat up and fixed his hair and pushed himself to a standing position before deciding to take his leave with Geo. “babyyy!” he whined “Wait up im coming” he stated, trying to play off that he wasnt just totally puking his guts out. 

The whole scene was certainly something, he didnt know what to call it or how to address it but here they all stood. “its not my fault that no one closed the door properly!” he stated throwing his hands up defensively. “oh Sel, dont even try it. Like Liam would have anything to do with this little woman sandwich” he rolled his eyes “what did I do?” he asked as everyone seemed to start to leave. 

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swampbiitch·:

“only two?” she acts surprised. “are you okay?” she teases, but a part of her is very, very grateful the other’s feeling fine enough to drive. really, she just wants to get out of there, preferably before the cops arrive or something. “maybe you’re just not good at convincing?” she suggests with a wiggle of the brows, a giggle escaping at the sound of his words. nola rests her head on his shoulder, giving him a quick kiss on the neck before almost jumping with excitement. “the motherfucking blankets!” she claps. “okay, consider me excited.” she’s already heading towards the front door. suddenly, she stops in her tracks, a new thought crossing her mind as she turns to look over at the man. “should we invite steph?” 

He took a breath in and shrugged just a little bit. “just wasnt feelin it tonight I guess?” he gave her a warm smile and rolled his eyes as she giggled “youre such a dork” he teased, feeling the weight of her head on his shoulder and the warmth of her lips on his neck he smiled down to her and let his arm drape around her, fingers delicately combing through her long dark hair. “you thought I would have brought them in?” he smirked “you dont know me well at all darlin” his thick southern accent more evident by the moment. She is already steps ahead of him by the time she turns around and offers to invite steph. His heart beat quickens at the prospect, he pushes himself off the seat and over to her, thier bodies almost touching “so I guess you had a different idea of what we would be doing in the back of my truck” he teased, lips now almost at her ear “cause I thought we would be doing something a little more... private” he offers a coy grin before pulling back and letting his eyes rake up and down her body. “but lets bring him” he smirked “STEPH” he yelled out, knowing that he would be somewhere, hopefully within ear shot. 

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swampbiitch·:

“what can i say, i’m an expert when it comes to males.” she jokes, poking him in the nose with the joint. “shall we see if we can get on the roof? i’m really in the mood to be a cheesy bitch.” she laughs. “unless you wanna go for a drive?” a pause. “wait, no. you’ve been drinking, haven’t you?” 

“I had like two beers, I am beyond fine” he stated with a small smile. “but thats no fair, you can never convince someone youre sober, you always sound drunk” he laughed. “I fucking love it when youre cheesy, I wouldnt miss it for anything lil miss” his lips curled softly and he held up his keys. “lets go park in the field, I still got the blankets in the back” 

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He is ready to leave, he has his hand on his keys and had decided he just wouldnt say goodbye to anyone, but when he saw the blunt in her hand he smirked and let his head fall into his hands. “you know me too fucking well..” he smiled, his whole body warm and inviting as he draped an arm around her. “lets get blitzed darlin” 

“okay,” she starts out of nowhere, getting to her feet. “who wants to help me with..” out of the top pocket of her jacket, she pulls out a blunt. “this little guy?” 

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swampbiitch·:

he waits for the crying man to give some sort of a permission before finally entering the room, cautiously walking over to the bed and taking a seat next to his best friend. “right.” a small nod of the head. he accepts the joint, takes a hit and then ashes into his half-empty beer bottle before passing it over. “me? not a chance, dude. she wouldn’t come even if i paid her.” he scoffs. “guess she thinks i’m a prick, but.. the feeling’s mutual.” he states casually which gets a reaction out of topher. realizing he might’ve been a little too harsh, he decides to try and be more comforting. “sorry,” a nice beginning. “but it’s true. you’re a great fucking guy, toph, and she’s like the creature of the swamp.” he shrugs. “why would you waste your time on someone who keeps letting ya’ down like that? come on, you’re ten times better than this.” 

a part of him appreciates what the boys are trying to do. another part, a sad, exhausted one, is almost offended they’d speak about her like that. “easy for you to say.” he mumbles, wiping his face once more. “you didn’t spend all this time with her, getting to know her for.. her. what would you even know about being in love?” 

Mat was wayyy out of his depth. There was nothing about anything happening right now that he knew how to handle. Big hazel eyes rested on Jules, listening to him before shooting him a look. chill he mouthed, noting how tense Topher got but when Jules kept trash talking he just cracked a small smirk and brought his beer to his lips, this was a mess. “youre right dude, we dont know her like you, but you cant say shes pleasant...” he tried to be politically correct, avoid the land mines this conversation was littered in. And then the bomb went off. The door opened and there she stood.

She had snuck in when she knew it was about half way through the party, Topher would be busy somewhere, and even after watching her phone go off with his name, she stupidly thought she would be in the clear. She had left a few of her favorite hoodies in his room and wanted to get them as painlessly as possible. She swung the door open, and then saw the three men, one being Topher who was very clearly crying. She let out a burst of laughter through pursed lips “ha.. oh shit.. sorry.. didnt mean to walk in on the um.. pow wow” she laughed closing the door slightly “I just wanted my clothes”

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swampbiitch·:

she makes a face at the plants only part, letting out an amused huff. “oh god, don’t tell me you’re switching to weed.” she teases. “that’s adult stuff.” she jokes, leaning against the sink. a lighthearted giggle escapes when he brings up the subject of food, but before she can respond, the door swings open. 

she steps into the bathroom, shirtless, hair wet, everything reeking of beer. after everything that’s been going on downstairs, she’s kind of past the point of caring about people in random places. she’s over it, done, and thus, she does what she came there to do, despite the company. “i need to piss.” she announces, locking the door and walking over to the toilet. luckily, all the puke had been flushed, so she doesn’t need to do anything other than pull down her pants and sit down. “what are you guys doing?” a casual question. 

Liam was about to start talking when the door catches him off guard. Selma is a tornado running through the bathroom. “be my guest” he states lifting his head off the bathroom floor and moving out of her way. “puking my guts out” he stated now leaning against the tub. “and I still have no idea why Geo’s in here” he laughed 

Saint had been dancing around the house, enjoying the rhythms and enjoyed the warmth of everyones bodies as they moved with his. He was ready to move onto the next. He had just finished swapping spit with someone he couldnt tell you the name of if he tried, and he was now drunkenly searching for a room to call his sister back. He was in his phone when his shoulder pressed into the unproperly latched door and he was sent stumbling into the bathroom. “fuck...” he laughed as he hit the floor, looking up at the surprisingly crowded room “shit.. looks like the party has been in here the whole time” he laughed looking around.  

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swampbiitch·:

“i don’t know, mat.” the reassurance doesn’t seem to be working. it feels as if he’s officially hit rock bottom, the liquor in his body only deepening the hopelessness. “this- this might be it. she,” a sob. “she made it pretty clear she wants nothing to do with me.” he sniffles, hugging the pillow. “i fucked up, dude. i fucked up, big time.” 

after being politely informed that mathias had made his way upstairs, jules decides to follow in his friend’s tracks. luckily, navigating the other turns out to be much easier than he had imagined, a half-open door and potent smell of weed giving the man away. jules heads towards the room, opens the door and��� freezes. eyes lock with mat’s before looking over at the very much crying topher, brows furrowing slightly in confusion. “oh, shit.” he begins, not quite sure what’s going on. “am i interrupting?” 

“you didnt.. there is no way that this is your fault Toph..” he took a breath in and when the door swung open his eyes met Jules and he shot him a thank fucking god look. “no, come sit” he stated, his eyes widening as he let them scream about how he was in over his head. “Cait” he mouthed to Jules and passed the joint over to him before he sat down. “did you invite her tonight? I didnt see her down stairs but I wasnt exactly looking for her” 

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swampbiitch·:

edgar squints, brows furrowing slightly but the smile stays on his face.·“french pastry, you say?” he repeats,· leaning back in his seat, one leg swinging over the other.·“if that’s the _only _thing that’s eating you from the inside, why don’t you try to.. resolve it?” he wiggles his brows, looking towards the kitchen.·“i don’t think topher would mind.” tone amused. to be fair, he’s got absolutely no idea where topher is or how he’s feeling but last time he saw him, around an hour and half ago, the man was beyond wasted.·“meh.” he nods, glancing over at the blonde.·“keaton’s encouraging everyone to do keg stands. i thought it’d be better if i got outta there as fast as possible.” he laughs.·

The proposition was beyond excited at the proposition. He had been dying to get into the kitchen, because they have not had anything he would deem as a worthy·snack for hours.·“I would love to make something·but french pastry takes days, so you dont know if you fuck up till three days from now, but fuck am I trying to make some snacks” he teased, standing up and offering him his hand.·“oh shit keatons at it again” he laughed·“we need to artfully avoid his grasp, because the man can talk me into anything.. I swear its a gift” he joked·

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swampbiitch·:

“yup, i’m great. j’st needed to lay down.” he lies, but the other quickly seems to see through the act. topher rolls over, giving the man a little more space on the bed. the sight of a joint in the room isn’t ideal but he’s too drunk and emotionally exhausted to preach the non-smoking rule. at the end of the day, it’s the least of his problems. eyes refill with tears the very second mat brings up his ex, a hand already moving to wipe them away as a sob escapes his throat. “i miss her so much, man.” he admits, once again bawling. “i love her.” 

He took another hit and let it out before looking over to topher. He knew that this would have been a rough break up, Caitlynn was bad news, and the party definitely felt like a front. The tears were welling in his partners eyes and he bit his lip. “Im sorry dude..” he let out, putting his hand on his back and rubbing small circles into his back. “I know..” he took another hit and tried his best to come up with something remotely helpful, god he wished Jules would have been with him. “Cait.. cait is..” he let a breath out “a piece of work, no matter what happened, she will come around I am sure” 

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swampbiitch·:

“good.” she nods at the statement, very much hoping that’s the case. finishing up the rest of her drink, she turns on the sink, washing the glass before filling it up with water. “here, drink the whole thing.” she passes it over, patting him on the shoulder. “doing what? collapsing after, like, three beers? damn right you can’t. you need to learn how to handle your alc, lee.” as if that wasn’t pretty obvious. “are you feeling better?” 

He took the glass like a person who had been walking in the desert for forty days. He gulped it down and let it take way the way his esophagus burned and his mouth rinsed out the taste of stomach acid. “oh hush geo” he said with a small smile, putting the drink down. “I need to stop agreeing to drink, I think I need to be a plants only kind of guy” he laughed, his eyes closed and he reached for the now empty glass, wanting more but knowing there was none. “I am feeling okay, I can definitely go for a burrito though” he laughed 

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swampbiitch·:

she giggles at the girl’s words even though they’re not particularly funny. she’s drunk, excited, living her best life- everything is amusing, even the fact mack seems to see straight through her. “oooh, maybe.” the redhead teases, head slightly tilted as she watches the other. “would i get your consent?” 

Mack licked her lips softly and pushed a strand of hair behind her ear and let her eyes trail Selmas very drunk figure. “I would of course consent” she said with a wide grin. “have you seen you?” she teased leaning in closer, the bouncing of the trampoline displacing her every other second.