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She glitters like a star

camp counselor! Abby x camp counselor! reader

"Your hair is really soft, y'know?" You mumble, twisting between locks as you braided Abby's hair. Abby left of a soft huff of a laugh, resting her hands on the steps of the cabin which she sat on.

The stars lingered amongst the sky, glistening brightly behind the dimmed lanterns of the cabin. You admired the comfortable silence which stood between the two of you on this warm summer night. You continued braiding her hair with swiftness and skill until you were done.

Abby shifted one step up, sitting next to you. Her gaze met yours with familiarity. "So what's the verdict?" She asked, her voice satirical and teasing as she waited for your judgement on today's events.

You looked up at her, her silly pale tan lines becoming prominent in the warm lighting of the lantern, which was placed beside you. You grinned, "I'm not letting those kids near the damn microphone ever again." The kareoke night had ended in giggles and chaos. Abby's polaroid photos, which she shuffled between her hands, captured the essence of the camp.

She smirked, slightly raising one photo in front of the two of you. "Never would've expected you to know the entire soundtrack of Mamma Mia". She pinched the bridge of her nose, trying to contain her laugh.

"They're all classics!" You argued with a stupid smile plastered across your lips. The atmosphere was peaceful, soothing. The soft hum of crickets echoed through the grass of the night.

"Oh I know" she chuckled quietly. She placed the pictures aside, reaching for her pocket. "I almost forgot-" she pulled out a friendship bracelet, braided chevron. The threads appeared olive green, mustard yellow and golden brown. Abby held it out to you.

"Upholding the tradition I see" you beam. Exchanging bracelets at the end of camp had become a routine between you and Abby since a couple years ago. She reached over and tightened the bracelet gently around your wrist.

You handed her the bracelet you made, a leaf pattern consisting of navy, blue, and beige strings. "You told me a while ago that you loved blue- not that I cared- I mean the colors are coincidental"

"Noted" she remarked with pure sarcasm, she pursed her lips, focusing on wrapping the bracelet on her arm. "It's pretty" You're pretty, is what she almost said.

You examined her profile, the small bump on her nose and the shy smile shaping her stoic expression. She looked at you, her eyes whispering something that she refused to utter, herself. "Thank you" she added.

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Camp counselor! abby headcanons

camp counselor! abby who runs warm ups like it's the navy. If you're familiar with 'bring Sally up' you best believe she is playing that song through the speakers, demonstrating plank challenges for the kids to follow. She loves to make you, a fellow counselor, join in just to get a laugh.

camp counselor! abby who definitely joins the losing team to help the kids out during competitions. She knows what it's like to be on a disadvantaged team despite having individual talent, a little support wouldn't hurt anyone!

camp counselor! abby who is technically banned from tug of war. Not because she did anything wrong, but because some campers thought the competition was unfair. She's a good sport about it, saving her energy for the counselor game taking place on the field later that evening.

camp counselor! abby who loves to pull stupid pranks on the kids. One time, she wrote a creepy message on a banana and now it's a running story across generations of campers. Given that her childhood revolved around Owen watching horror movies, she is familiar with the practices.

camp counselor! abby who takes her digital to every single activity without fail. Hundreds of photos are neatly tucked into an album on her bedside table, each photo carrying its own value. She'll post the goofiest photos onto the camp's website, aiming to encapsulate the summer's heart-warming experience.

camp counselor! abby who doesn't get the new slang. She throws in Vine references like they're still trending, but her humor is ancient.

camp counselor! abby who is strangely talented at making friendship bracelets, her favourite is the leaf pattern. Every summer, she'd pick out her best bracelet, tying it around your wrist before you would leave for the year. In return, you'd give her your best hand-crafted bracelet, noticing that it would stay on her arm for the following summers.

camp counselor! abby who insists everyone wears sunscreen. She's serious about health and safety, biology classes really stuck with her.

camp counselor! abby who is a beast at beach volleyball- that's it.

camp counselor! abby who ends the summer with tan lines shaped by face paint and tank tops. The paint always leaves a funny mark, especially the faded stripes under her eyes.

camp counselor! abby who always makes time for quiet conversations under the stars. She listens carefully when you rant about life back home, asking follow-up questions with a grin. Those moments are her favourite part of camp.

camp counselor! abby who finally asked for your number after camp ended, not your walkie-talkie code, but your real one. It took her a while to call, but the exchanges became more regular. She even set her wallpaper to a photo of you both by the campfire.

camp counselor! abby who begins planning hikes with you the minute the weather warms up again.

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Until the sun no longer shines

jackson!ellie x reader

Author's note: this is the exact same as my Mijin fic but with Jackson Ellie Williams!!

Lazily, you leaned your arms against the cool, metal railing of the patrol wall, allowing your eyes to search into the distance of Jackson. You often went up here because of patrol, but it was truly a beautiful spot. There was a lot on your mind, particularly the fact that clickers have been coming in hordes recently, and you weren't the most confident at using your firearm with perfection.

The skyline of Jackson was to die for. Between the silhouettes of the semi-mountains, and golden streetlamps illuminating the path below, the view looked beautiful. It was definitely a distraction.

In addition to all of this, you had come to an awful realisation, you had caught feelings for your best friend, Ellie. She was laid-back, sarcastic, and funny, the exact characteristics that made you fall for her in the first place. She often spoke about how hot random girls in town were, but to you, it was just white noise when the topic returned.

"Dude, eyes on me! We're about to make history!" Ellie exclaimed, punching your shoulder gently. The cool breeze gently brushed the girl's auburn locks to the side, her plaid flannel waving past her back.

"This is all on you if anyone asks, got it?" Your eyebrows furrowed, glancing at the girl's fist, which was grabbing onto a bottle. Your grin widened in the slightest when you looked at the litre of water beside her. "..gosh, what am I gonna do with you?"

"You're gonna help me out. Hold the bottle so it doesn't fall." She laughed. The gentle breeze of the summer evening perfectly stroked Ellie's scruffy bangs away from her face, revealing her bright smile. "Hold it tight"

"Oh my gosh- I'm scared - no- Els- oh my gosh" you giggled, wrapping your trembling palms around the drink, which shook from adrenaline as you poured the water into the water gun. You looked down the wall to the narrow pavement below. "We're gonna get in so much trouble"

"Well prepare for trouble, make it double, stupid" she smirked, securing the hatch and grabbing your hands to aim the water gun at the man on the street. "take that you dick!" Jackson was a small town after all, if you were wronged, there was no way you wouldn't run into that person again...which is exactly why you aren't fully proud with the fact you and Ellie are attacking some random guy.

The two of you quickly ducked under the short wall. "First and last time I'm doing that" you muttered, scolding the girl. It was clear that your stunt caused a commotion below. Your eyes quickly met hers, a strange yet subtle look in her gaze nonetheless, you looked back down

"We barely used any water. What did we even buy it for, then?" The auburn argued, aiming the water gun at your chest. Her eyebrows were slightly furrowed, followed by a priceless grin.

"I don't know, maybe drink it then, smartass," you said as you aimed your water gun at her leg, which was exposed due to the shorts she was wearing.

She kissed her teeth and shot you a glare. Maybe it was a distraction because, before you knew, she had shot you with her watergun, leaving a wet stain on your tank top. "Have that"

"Oh, so it's a friend-or-foe thing now?" You smirked, raising an eyebrow whilst backing away from her and pulling the small plastic trigger which was bound to snap off - it was from some random stall after all.

"That a reference to the Romeo and Juliet film adaptation?" Ellie barked back, beginning to shoot you with her water gun between laughs. "Do you bite your thumb at me?" She imitated a posh English accent as she pointed her finger at you.

"Niche references don't make you look smart you moron" you yell from across the parking lot. Your water gun was holding on for dear life with the amount of force you were pushing into that pump.

"Oh shut up, you love it, sir" she joked, continuing with her Montague family act. "Go on, pull the trigger, I triple-dog-dare you"

"Well I'm more of a Julius Caesar girl if we're talking Shakespeare. You won't see me stabbing your back... or shooting you with a watergun. Expect the unexpected" you sneered sarcastically.

"Oh please, you're too predictable to be a conspirator," she scoffed. Famous last words by Ellie Williams before she got shot by the watergun. "Oh come on!" she hissed.

"Didn't see coming that, did you?" You chuckled.

It was all shit and giggles until you lost your balance whilst running over a bump. The sudden thud to the warm summer rocky wall forced awkward chuckles out of the both of you before they transitioned into hysterical and genuine laughs.

"We should take a break" she smirked, holding a hand out to help you up. The extended hand was too kind...too suspicious for Ellie Williams.

You raised a brow. Your eyes flickered across her hand - then up her tattooed arm - your gaze trailed to her face. That orange sunset tinted her dark eyes with the faintest hints of green and gold. Those eyes made it feel like time slowed down, even if it was momentarily. Ellie's unwavering gaze, which held yours, felt like an unspoken tension that only seemed to grow over these past few weeks.

You cleared your throat and stood up, dismissing her kind gesture. "we should head back" you admitted. "It's getting cold...you know... top of the wall and stuff".

"Are you serious? When's the last time you just... let go a bit?" Ellie huffed, resting the watergun over her shoulder. A small sign of irritation behind her eyes.

"What?" You asked. Between how attractive she looked right now with that stupid neon gun over her shoulder and that pissed look, your focus slipped between her words.

"You know, when was the last time you relaxed? We can sit around, smoke" she offered with a convincing smile. Of course she wanted to smoke, it was her thing now, which you obviously weren't a huge fan of.

"You kidding me?" You scoffed with a bitchy look plastered across your face. "No way in hell I'm inhaling that shit"

"Oh don't be such a goodie-two-shoes, just for now, rebel against your rigid rules. Fuck that was a tongue twister, rigid rules, whatever, my point still stands." Ellie gestured a blunt towards you. "They're not my regular cigs, just got these for today, Eugene's place, thought we could celebrate our victory"

"Have you had these before? Are they safe?- you know- as safe as this thing ca-" You asked as you took the blunt from her hand and examined it from side to side.

"They're fine, just make you feel lightheaded for the first couple minutes, but then it settles in, and the fun starts" the auburn mumbled between the blunt she was lighting.

"You sound like Tommy" you squinted your eyes suspiciously.

"Well I did cross the country with his brother" she shrugged smugly, taking a slow drag from the blunt. "I'd totally pull off the badass running the town, though"

"Nah you don't have it in you" you rolled your eyes. Leaning your back against the railing, you huffed.

"Hey dude fuck you" Ellie laughed loudly, shoving your shoulder playfully. She rested her arms on the short wall and observed the city view. Her head shifted to her bicep, pale green eyes boring into you. "Come onnn try it you dork" she held out the blunt once more.

"Fine, oh my gosh" you agreed, holding your hand out. The girl immediately adjusted her hunched position, waiting. "I don't even know how to do this"

"Just like- take a deep breath and exhale" she ordered. "Try not to choke, don't wanna deal with that"

Inhaling slowly, you felt smoke filling your lungs. You couldn't breathe. Coughing dramatically, whilst Ellie patted your back, had to be a clever tactic, you presumed. Her acting like she cared was a rare sighting. You weren't exactly sure why this felt so intimate. "You got the difficult part out of the way, try again," she encouraged.

The sun began to set, and you two were still sitting on the cold concrete, laughing your asses off. You weren't sure if something had triggered you or sobered you up, but this felt like the time, the time you had to confess.

“Okay, uh—so, get this.” you scratched the back of your neck, avoiding eyecontact. "I've just like got something to say, it's totally fine if you wanna push my ass of the building after this but-"

"Y/n."

"Basically, I like you," you blurted, wincing at the words that exposed you "I mean- of course- you're my best friend and I get that you like these other girls-"

"Y/n dude-" she breathed out.

Your pursed your lips into an awkwardly thin line, holding your gaze. Your face relaxed slightly as you felt a cold hand reaching for your shoulder, the familiar traces of cool fingers lightly stinging your skin. Her calloused hands brushed up to the back of your neck, she pulled you in and pressed her lips against yours.

You barely processed the situation, head slightly spinning from the previous blunt and kiss, scanning her expression, which remained neutral. "Does that clear things up for you?"

You let out a soft chuckle, awkward yet flustered. Ellie just smiled fondly, biting her inner cheek slightly. Your gaze flickered between her iris and lips, a cycle you had grown used to now. "Why would you do that?" You stuttered, eyes wide and desperate for an answer.

"Well first of all, you wouldn't shut the fuck up" she scoffed with a shit eating grin "and I may or may not be interested so yeah" her smile dropped within the last syllables.

"Roger that," you bit back a smile. You stood up, looking back at the view which had faded into orange and pink from the sunset as well as silver silhouettes of buildings which reflected the still-standing sun. "My place?"

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detective! abby headcanons

detective! abby who prefers writing in blue ink but sticks to black as it is deemed 'more professional'

detective! abby who definitely flexes her vocabulary by using sophisticated and technical terms just to impress you

detective! abby who has the best aim in the precinct

detective! abby who is a total nerd about criminal minds

detective! abby who absolutely adores the police dogs. I am convinced that she would've tried to adopt one that was retiring. She definitely gets visibly offended if a dog likes another officer more

detective! abby who stocks up on vanilla protein yogurt in the office fridge. Although she personally likes it, she also strictly brings it because she knows her coworkers wont steal it because it's 'bitter'

detective! abby who tends to eat dark chocolate as a stress reliever before investigations. She saw a 'fun fact' about it on Facebook reels and ran with it

detective! abby whose biggest pet peeve is when someone takes her things without asking.

detective! abby who greets almost every colleague on her way to her desk every morning. Her warm smile followed by a "morning" is admirable by many.

detective! abby is the type to rub it in your face when she solves a case before you, looking at you when the Captain is praising her with that shit eating grin

detective! abby has insane reflexes. One time, a colleague almost dropped an important piece of evidence and this woman caught it instantly- safe to say that she avoids letting them handle evidence now

detective! abby whose desk is neatly organised but always has unnecessary post it notes stuck around everywhere whether it be a meeting time or a scruffy to-do list which is completed without fail

detective! abby who definitely intimidates the suspects during interrogations. She purposefully doesn't break eye contact just to make the person of interest uncomfortable, she knows its effectiveness. Her eyebrows subconsciously twitch whenever she thinks she's got a lead

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When you know, you know

bsf!Park Mijin x reader

Author's note: I can't find any Mijin fanfics, so I've decided to take matters into my own hands 🫡

Lazily, you leaned your arms against the cool, metal railing of the parking lot roof, allowing your eyes to search into the distance of Hyosan City. You often went up here to switch off, take a break. There was a lot on your mind, particularly the fact that exam season was just around the corner, and you weren't the most confident in the subjects, which would guarantee a decent job.

The skyline of Hyosan was to die for. Between the silhouettes of the semi-skyscrapers, and golden streetlamps illuminating the streets below, the view looked beautiful. It was definitely a spot you planned to gatekeep, despite the majority of the photos in your instagram highlight dedicated to sunsets being taken from this roof.

In addition to all of this, you had come to an awful realisation, you had caught feelings for your best friend, Mijin. She was laid-back, sarcastic, and funny, the exact characteristics which made you fall for her in the first place. She often spoke about how hot random girls in your class were, but to you, it was just white noise when the topic returned.

"Dude, eyes on me! We're about to make history!" Mijin exclaimed, punching your shoulder gently. The cool breeze gently brushed the girl's bangs to the side, her plaid flannel waving past her back.

"This is all on you if anyone asks, got it?" Your eyebrows furrowed, glancing at the girl's fist, which was grabbing onto a litre of water. Your grin widened in the slightest when you looked at the litre of water beside her. "..gosh, what am I gonna do with you?"

"You're gonna help me out. Hold the bottle so it doesn't fall." She laughed. The gentle breeze of the summer evening perfectly brushed Mijin's scruffy bangs away from her face, revealing her bright smile. "Hold it tight"

"Oh my gosh- I'm scared - no- Mijin- oh my gosh" you giggled, wrapping your trembling palms around the drink, which shook from adrenaline as you poured the water into the water gun. You looked down the car park rooftop to the narrow pavement below. "We're gonna get in so much trouble"

"Well prepare for trouble, make it double, stupid" she smirked, securing the hatch and grabbing your hands to aim the water gun at the woman on the street. "take that you bitch!" Hyosan was a small city after all, if you were wronged, there was no way you wouldn't run into that person again...which is exactly why you aren't fully proud with the fact you and Mijin are attacking some random lady.

The two of you quickly ducked under the short wall. "First and last time I'm doing that" you muttered, scolding the girl. It was clear that your stunt caused a commotion below. Your eyes quickly met hers, a strange yet subtle look in her gaze nonetheless, you looked back down

"We barely used any water. What did we even buy it for, then?" Mijin argued, aiming the water gun at your chest. Her eyebrows were slightly furrowed, followed by a priceless grin.

"I don't know, maybe drink it then smartass" you said as you aimed your water gun at her leg which was exposed due to the shorts she was wearing.

She kissed her teeth and shot you a glare. Maybe it was a distraction because, before you knew, she had shot you with her watergun, leaving a wet stain on your tank top. "Have that"

"Oh, so it's a friend-or-foe thing now?" You smirked, raising an eyebrow whilst backing away from her and pulling the small plastic trigger which was bound to snap off - it was from some random stall after all.

"Romeo and Juliet film adaptation reference?" Mijin barked back, beginning to shoot her water gun between laughs. "Do you bite your thumb at me?" She imitated a posh English accent as she pointed her finger at you.

"Niche references don't make you look smart you moron" you yell from across the parking lot. Your water gun was holding on for dear life with the amount of force you were pushing into that pump.

"Oh shut up, you love it, sir" she joked, continuing with her Montague family act. "Go on, pull the trigger, I triple-dog-dare you"

"Eh.. I'm more of a Julius Caesar girl if we're talking Shakespeare. You won't see me stabbing your back... or shooting you with a watergun. Expect the unexpected" you sneered sarcastically.

"Oh please, you're too predictable to be a conspirator," she scoffed. Famous last words by Park Mi-jin before she got shot by the watergun. "You bitch" she hissed.

"Didn't see coming that, did you?" You chuckled.

It was all shit and giggles until you lost your balance whilst running over a speed bump. The sudden thud to the warm summer parking lot forced awkward chuckles out of the both of you before they transitioned into hysterical and genuine laughs.

"We should take a break" Mijin smirked, holding a hand out to help you up. The extended hand was too kind...too suspicious for Park Mijin.

You raised a brow. Your eyes flickered across her hand - then up her arm - your gaze trailed to her face. That orange sunset tinted her dark eyes with the faintest hints of brown and gold. Those eyes made it feel like time slowed down, even if it was momentarily. Mijin's unwavering gaze, which held yours, felt like an unspoken tension that only seemed to grow over these past few weeks.

You cleared your throat and stood up, dismissing her kind gesture. "we should head back" you admitted. "It's getting cold...you know... top of the building and all."

"Are you serious? When's the last time you just... let go a bit?" Mijin huffed, resting the watergun over her shoulder. A small sign of irritation behind her eyes.

"What?" You asked. Between how attractive she looked right now with that stupid neon gun over her shoulder and that pissed look, your focus slipped between her words.

"You know, when was the last time you relaxed? We can sit around, smoke" she offered with a convincing smile. Of course she wanted to smoke, it was her thing now, which you obviously weren't a huge fan of.

"You fucking kidding me?" You scoffed with a bitchy look plastered across your face. "No way in hell I'm inhaling that shit"

"Oh don't be such a goodie-two-shoes, just for now, rebel against your rigid rules. Fuck that was a tongue twister, rigid rules, whatever, my point still stands." Mijin gestured a blunt towards you. "They're not my regular cigs, just got these for today, thought we could celebrate our victory"

"Have you had these before? Are they safe?- you know- as safe as this thing ca-" You asked as you took the blunt from her hand and examined it from side to side.

"They're fine, just make you feel lightheaded for the first couple minutes, but then it settles in, and the fun starts" Mijin mumbled between the blunt she was lighting.

"You sound like a cop" you squinted your eyes suspiciously.

"Maybe I'm simply a cop" she shrugged smugly, taking a slow drag from the blunt. "I'd totally pull off the badass with a bob in a police uniform"

"Nah you don't have it in you" you rolled your eyes. Leaning your back against the railing, you huffed.

"Hey dude fuck you" Mijin laughed loudly, shoving your shoulder playfully. She rested her arms on the short wall and observed the city view. Her head shifted to her bicep, hazel eyes boring into you. "Come onnn try it you dork" she held out the blunt once more.

"Fine, oh my gosh" you agreed, holding your hand out. Mi-jin immediately adjusted her hunched position, waiting. "I don't even know how to do this"

"Just like- take a deep breath and exhale" she ordered. "Try not to choke, don't wanna deal with that"

Inhaling slowly, you felt smoke filling your lungs. You couldn't breathe. Coughing dramatically, whilst Mi-jin patted your back, had to be a clever tactic, you presumed. Her acting like she cared was a rare sighting. You weren't exactly sure why this felt so intimate. "You got the difficult part out of the way, try again," she encouraged.

The sun began to set, and you two were still sitting on the cold concrete, laughing your asses off. You weren't sure if something had triggered you or sobered you up, but this felt like the time, the time you had to confess.

“Okay, uh—so, get this.” you scratched the back of your neck, avoiding eyecontact. "I've just like got something to say, it's totally fine if you wanna push my ass of the building after this but-"

"Y/n."

"Basically, I like you," you blurted, wincing at the words that exposed you "I mean- of course- you're my best friend and I get that you like these other girls-"

"Y/n dude-" she breathed out.

Your pursed your lips into an awkwardly thin line, holding your gaze. Your face relaxed slightly as you felt a cold hand reaching for your shoulder, the familiar traces of cool rings lightly stinging your skin. Her calloused hands brushed up to the back of your neck, she pulled you in and pressed her lips against yours.

You barely processed the situation, head slightly spinning from the previous blunt and kiss, scanning her expression, which remained neutral. "Does that clear things up for you?"

You let out a soft chuckle, awkward yet flustered. Mi-jin just smiled fondly, biting her inner cheek slightly. Your gaze flickered between her iris and lips, a cycle you had grown used to now. "Why would you do that?" You stuttered, eyes wide and desperate for an answer.

"Well first of all, you wouldn't shut the fuck up" she scoffed with a shit eating grin "and I may or may not be interested but don't say anything, can't boost your ego like that" her smile dropped within the last syllables.

"Roger that," you bit back a smile. You stood up, looking back at the view which had faded into orange and pink from the sunset as well as silver silhouettes of buildings which reflected the still-standing sun. "My place?"

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You always come to the party

College!Ellie Williams x reader

Summary: 3 months after your breakup, you and Ellie have been seeing each other around more recently. Do you think she deserves a second chance to prove her love?

Author's note: this is my first time writing one of these so bare with me :) Also posting this late because I've been meaning to write this for ages now

December 12th

The silence of entering your dormitory after boring lectures was probably the worst part of your day. You and Ellie broke up to 'focus on yourselves' yet it was hard to focus at all when the polaroid pictures of the two of you hang upon the golden fairylights above your desk. That stupid dinosaur keyring she won for you during your date at the arcade jingled every time you grabbed your keys. The guitar pick she accidentally left on your window sill collected dust; nonetheless, it was left untouched, as if waiting to be picked up again.

Everything reminded you of her. You procrastinated the decision of putting yourself out there because you didn't want anyone else. A distraction would be useful- hell- it was a need. The need to forget about that internal conflict and question what you did to deserve the sudden cold shoulder from Ellie. She was in the wrong. She chose to be dismissive of your feelings the few weeks before your breakup. It was nothing like the Ellie you knew, but you had to put yourself first.

Repetitive and monotonous cycles of talking stages chased you throughout the next 3 months. 'What's your favourite colour?' 'What's your favourite food?' The questions were so vague, only reminding you of the silly conspiracies you and Ellie made up during your smoking sessions, or when you gazed at the stars from a grassy hill close to the campus. The philosophical questions you'd debate just for shits and giggles overlapped the strangers' voices when they asked the generic 'what superpower would you want to have?'.

You only wondered if Ellie felt some sense of remorse for her neglect in the end, or if she was too busy hanging out with Dina, who seemed to cut contact with you after the breakup, and Jesse, who still reached out to you every couple weeks.

"Earth to Yn!" Jesse waved his hand in front of your face.

"Sorry, you were saying?" You asked, tilting your head to face him reluctantly.

"..The party" Jesse raised an eyebrow, implying that you should catch on what he was talking about, if you were listening.

"Absolutely not" You mirrored his raised eyebrow in a 'Are you serious' way.

"Come on, you'll meet some new people. Show yourself off a little, maybe make certain individuals jealous. " he nudged your elbow at the last word. He was completely aware of what happened between you and Ellie, having most definitely hearing both sides of the story.

A narrow glare from you, shot up at him before averting to your textbook, which looked brand new, despite owning it since the beginning of the school year. The spine wasn't even cracked, knowing Ellie, she would've begged you to let her crack it for you. "...I'll think about it"

"Don't give me that," he insisted, leaning forward as he covered the pages of your textbook with his hands. "How long has it been since you got a little drunk? A little cray-cray?"

"Euh, never say that again" you groaned, dropping your head into the palms of your sweating hands. "I might just never go to a party again out of spite"

"I'm just saying, you should go. I'll take you there and we'll will leave any time you feel like it" he pursed his lips into a thin line, mocking your dad's convincing expression.

"Is she gonna there?" You mumbled, gently pushing his hands away from the book and flicking through to the next page, a soft crackling sound cutting through the short silence between the two of you.

"Who?..ohh- nah, she said she'd rather stay in and judge people's instagram pics from the party" Jesse shrugged. "Dina will probably stay with her"

"Right" you rubbed your temples in circular motions, easing the aching sensation of your head.

"Do you want her to go?" He smirked, grabbing his phone from his brown leather jacket, a loud zip of his pocket cutting through the quiet library. "Because I can get that sort-"

"Shut up- I was just asking" you hushed, looking around awkwardly to ensure nobody was giving the judgemental look of disapproval.

"And I was just offering" Jesse was annoyingly quick with comebacks, and you were often reminded of that. "So, the partys December 18th, Margaret's beach house, there's gonna be food, drinks, music, you know, basic party stuff..and a pool"

"Anyone willing to swim in a pool in December?" You winced "..whatever- and what if the cops come because of complaints?" You added. A criminal record was not on your Christmas wishlist whatsoever.

"you were on the track team for a reason" he laughed, looking back up at you from his phone. "If anyone knows how to run away from problems, it's you"

"Was that seriously a secret diss? That's low, Jesse." You scoffed with a goofy smile, propping one leg up on your chair and fiddling with the chain of your locket.

December 16th

The party was only two days away and you had no idea what to wear, you thought as you stood in front of your wardrobe full of clothes. Point was, none of it was essentially party-worthy, basic tees and jeans were all you had since your sister decided she wanted her clothes back. In that case, she should consider that her Christmas gift.

You mindlessly walked through stores, looking for a simple dress, but a lot of the racks were stuffed with outfits that were rave-appropriate at most. You eventually left the mall, and decided to go to your favourite store, TJ Maxx, it had all anyone ever needed.

The glass doors slid open, and the faint echo of a 2010s pop song rang through the building. You made your way towards the dress section and you only found silver sequen dresses which went down to your ankles, so that's a no. You pulled your phone out from your pocket and opened Pinterest, typing 'Christmas party outfit simple'.

You scrolled for a moment before finding a cute top and skirt combination. TJ Maxx definitely had this. It was a skirt and a fitted sparkly long-sleeved top along with tights with patterns. After a couple laps through the aisles, you found everything you needed and made your way to the checkout.

As you exited the store, you were notified of 2 missed calls. Jesse. You audibly sighed and clicked the green telephone icon. It rung once before the other line immediately picked up. "Listen, oh my gosh, okay, so come to my dorm right now, we're trying to build a gingerbread house and I thought, who'd be better to help than Yn? Get your ass here right now"

You heard Ellie's voice in the background, talking, you weren't sure whether it was to Jesse or someone else but you weren't sure if you were ready to see her again. "Uhh..who's with you?" You asked, knowing the answer, but just seeking confirmation to emotionally prepare yourself.

"Ellie and Dina" his voice cut of between syllables. Probably just your data running low again, why did your renewal always have to be at the end of the month?

"Oh I'll try and-" you spoke, before the call ended. Shit. Now you're gonna have to go because it seems like you agreed. You weren't opposed to the idea of building gingerbread houses, but you were definitely against the inevitable tension you'd face when you got there.

After reaching your room, you dropped your shopping bag onto the bed and checked yourself out in the mirror. Fixing your eyebrows and reapplying vaseline onto your lips, winter dryness was the worst. You looked yourself up and down one more time before slipping on your sliders and taking the stairs of the flat down to Jesse's dorm.

You knock quietly, a swift and recognisable pattern you always made against the door of room 47. You heard Christmas music from the other side of the wall and chuckling as the sound of footsteps drew nearer. You twirl a lock of your hair awkwardly whilst waiting for someone to answer.

Oh.

"..hey" the freckled auburn mumbles between the cookie she looks like she just stuffed in her mouth.

"..hi" you smile awkwardly, not moving any closer towards the room, as if hesitating to even enter. You were already regretting coming at all, the sound of Dina's voice further in the room intimidated you.

"You coming in, or are you stopping by to sing Christmas carols?" Jesse called out from his seated position on the floor. "You're letting the warm air out"

"Right- sorry" you nodded once, slipping under Ellie's arm which was propped against the door frame. "So what did you need help with exactly? This looks fine"

"We needed a fourth contestant to make a poll on instagram, you know, see who's gingerbread house looks the best and all" he grinned "come on, it'll be fun"

You scratch the back of your neck awkwardly, realising Ellie already shut the door and sat beside Dina. "Okay okay" you reluctantly sit beside Jesse, crossing your legs and scanning the ingredients. "Shit, where'd you get all this?"

"My mom got it for us, she wanted us to keep the Christmas tradition while I'm away" Dina admitted. Her tone was calm and neutral, maybe that secret amnesty you thought she felt towards you was just overthinking. You nod slightly, a loud silence growing in the dorm. Only the music from Jesse's phone brang a sense of ease to the group of you.

"Let's get started, I'm starving" Ellie groans. "I like the outfit, by the way" she nods in acknowledgement in your direction.

What was supposed to be a subtle smile unfortunately turned into a wide grin, you quickly mask it with a light chuckle. "Thanks" you meet her gaze, it felt more genuine and nostalgic since the last time your eyes locked..months ago. You knew better than that, though.

The day was filled with laughter and 'remember when' stories. You and Ellie spoke frequently within the group, yet direct interactions between the two of you were strictly Ellie asking for you to pass the icing...and also a significant number of exchanged glances, and catching each other looking longingly at the other.

"..kay, mines done" Jesse announced, his country accent slipping slightly. "When are you losers gonna finish?"

You suppress a laugh, avoiding eyecontact with him. The house looked like a five year old made it. The icing was dripping on the sides, the windows were crumbling off, and the roof was asymmetrical. "Is that it?" Your voice trembles. He looks up at you with a confused expression, gesturing his hands at it. He picks it up, as if to pretend he's going to drop it on purpose.

"N-no it's nice..oh..it's so nice" your voice shook with hidden laughs. You look at Dina, who's covering her mouth with her hand, giving you a thousand yard stare. Ellie bursts out into laughter. "Isn't your dad an architect?" You ask, trying to distract yourself.

"What about it?" He frowned, also seemingly holding back a smile. He placed the gingerbread house down on the floor again, the sweet roof collapsed inwards as he did. "..yeah okay."

"It's fantastic, babe" Dina mumbled, tears swelling in her eyes from laughter. "..so beautiful I could cry.." a muffled chuckle escapes from her lips.

"Oh okay I see how it is" Jesse rolls his eyes, taking a piece of the roof and shoving it into his mouth. It made his mouth look rectangular which only brought another round of giggles.

December 18th

Red Solo cups were scattered across the wooden crates and sands. The flickering of strobe lights painted the trees and fences of the backyard with splashes of color. You lost Jesse in the large groups of people and chose to make the most of it. You were drunk, you didn't know anyone, nor did you have to, just make the most of it.

Strangers you danced with flashed into fragments of a familiar girl's face, the fast rhythm of the bass guiding your heart to race along with it. The ginger girl you laughed with as you jumped to the music momentarily twitched into an image of a short-haired auburn, before morphing back into her usual state. The rays of lights illuminated a plaid pattern on her jacket, imitating a recognizable flannel.

"Cannon ball!" A guy, pretty sure his name was Tyler, jumped into the freezing pool. A group of students around you cheered and pushed past you, causing you to accidentally tug along with them before finding your balance. Dropping cans and sliding their shoves off, they sprinted into the water, are they stupid? You slowly made your way to sit on a nearby decorative rock, and watched them in their pre-hypothermic states.

Your gaze shifted to the group of girls singing along to a Shakira song by the campfire. They swayed their hips and lifted their green bottles of booze, followed by a loud cheer for a girl taking chugs from her drink. She then threw the bottle to the side and squealed, good for her.

A cold sensation splashed against your face. You looked up, alarmed, only to see some jock shaking his wet hair like a dog, that was completely unnecessary. Although, it had minimally sobered you up, you stood up and instinctively reached to adjust your locket, it was a habit of yours to awkwardly play with your necklace.

...Where was your necklace? That familiar weight of your golden locket was missing. Your fingers fumbled at the fabric of your jacket, to your hair, to your shoes. It had felt like time slowed down, just for a split second. Your gaze flickered around the rock you were sitting on. The locket was something precious to you. You couldn't lose it, not like this.

You heart raced as panic set in. You had to find Jesse. You frantically pushed through the crowd, trying to stay calm, you were always a collected person but this was unknown. You didn't know where to begin looking, he could be anywhere, the lake was packed. People blended together like blurry smears, faces lost in your clouded vision of alcohol.

"Woah there, you okay?" Your breath hitched, looking up at the familiar voice. It was Ellie. This was a bad time. You were too panicked to let her see you like this. Her and that dark green winter coat. You weren't ready to talk to her.

"Have you seen Jesse anywhere?" You said, just loud enough for Ellie to understand your words above the booming sounds from the speakers. "Is he still here?"

"What wrong?" She asked softly. She gently placed her subtly calloused hands on your forearms to stop you from anxiously fidgeting. You averted your gaze to Dina, who was sipping juice from a silly straw.

"Nothing- I just need to find him, okay?" You hissed. Flickering your gaze back to her, a pleading glimmer in your eyes.

She nodded at Dina before guiding you inside the building. The music was muffled, or at least less painful to listen to. She occasionally looked back at you to ensure you were still following her in the busy hallway.

Jesse was sat on the sofa, laughing with a group of unfamiliar faces. As soon as he noticed the two of you, he stood up and approached you. "You alright?"

"No you are all left" a guy from behind you chuckled, placing hands on yours and Ellies shoulders and peeking between your heads.

"Dude, get outta here" Jesse sighed, pushing him away by his forehead. "You okay?"

"This is really inconvenient, I know, but I-I lost my locket and I can't find it, can you help me? Please?" You bit your bottom lip anxiously, awaiting a response.

"Okay..take a deep breath" he inhaled deeply, gesturing you to mirror him "..and out..is this the locket you always wear? The little gold heart, right?" He smiled reassuringly. You nodded quickly.

"Listen, it's nice n chill in here, look, you can stay right here until I'm back, and I promise we'll find it. You don't leave until I come back because we both know how that's gonna end. If you feel sick, just go to the sink, it's right behind you, alright?" He patted your back. Your gaze followed him until he reached a pair of girls, fuck drunk vision.

It felt like ages had passed, your dizziness had thankfully faded, but the pit in your stomach suggested you weren't going to find that locket. Ellie and Dina walked past you, giving small sympathetic smiles as they went down the hallway and to the front porch. Ellie's clothes were drenched and a scent of chlorine followed behind her.

You closed your eyes for a moment, fiddling with the hem of your top, praying that Jesse would return soon. Your locket dangled in front of your dazed expression. You looked up at the raven-haired male. "Thank you so much." You stood up and hugged him tightly. You pulled away and took hold of the locket, clipping it back around your neck. The locket was cold, and droplets of water trickled along your collarbone from the chain.

"Come on, let's get you back" Jesse mumbled, wrapping an arm around your shoulder to support your swaying legs. He guided you to his jeep.

December 19th

You extended your legs as far as you could in the comfort of your warm, morning mattress. Memories from last night flashing through your mind, remembering how pretty Ellie looked. The freezing feeling of the locket around you. The slight shivering of Ellie's lips when she smiled at you last night. Dots slowly connected in your exhausted brain and a sudden realisation hit you like a brick.

Ellie was the one that found your locket. The moment you saw Jesse speak to two girls, was the imaginary picture comparison of the colours they were wearing. Although you couldn't depict their faces, one was wearing all black, and the other was wearing dark green and dark blue; this matched Dina and Ellie' outfits from your previous interaction.

Ellie's hair and jeans were drenched from what you could remember when she was leaving. Her coat was dry, she must have taken it off, implying she looked in the pool. Plus, the necklace was wet when Jesse gave it back to you. Stop it, you're spiralling and overthinking it. You could only ask Ellie to find out the truth.

So there you were, standing in front of room 51, with a warm smile and handful of questions, knowing your signature pattern. Why were you doing this? You and Ellie were over. She stopped caring in the end. It was too late to turn back when the door had creaked open, revealing a pale Ellie with a weighted blanket draped over her shoulders.

"...this looks like a bad time. I can come back la-" you reassured awkwardly, stammering over your words as your gaze struggled to hold hers. She just stood there, intently watching you.

"Shut up, it's fine, come in" she cut you off. She opened the door wider, exposing the messy dormitory, and softly lit salt lamp which brightened the dark room. "Make yourself comfortable"

How was she being so casual right now? Was it casual? Were the feelings one-sided now? Stop analysing, just talk. "..hey..so..I figured maybe.. we could talk?...if I knew you were sick, I wouldn'tve bothered you"

"What do you wanna talk about?" She dropped onto the bed, resting her head against the bedframe to face you. "This isn't about the gingerbread house dm right? Because that was Dina, she took my phone when I was in the bathroom"

"I didn't see it..I came to ask about.. everything that happened..before.. and stuff " you pursed your lips to the side, twisting the golden chain which rested on your neck.

"..right right.." she nodded "I've been meaning to reach out and all, I was gonna talk to you last night" she scratched her lip "then I saw you super panicked and drunk so I..didn't"

"And between the 3 months of not talking either?" You raised an eyebrow, provoking her to continue.

"Listen, ever since we got together, you were so kind..and funny and cool. It made me so..afraid of losing that. It was selfish, I know. I just didn't want you to go, not like everyone else in my life, not you" she admitted "..that day..when we argued, like- for real argued- I hated every second of it. I hated facing the consequences of my own actions. I still hate that I was stupid enough to leave you like that"

Your eyes were wide in surprise. "...and you didn't think to try and tell me?" You were being reasonably confused, communication is key to a relationship.

"I felt too guilty, I didn't want to make you feel obliged to stay with me out of pity" her hand trembled subtly as it lay on her lap. She leaned her head on your shoulder.

"It still made me feel guilty" you murmur, resting your head on hers.

"I know, and I'm so sorry for that. Uhh...I- I'll do whatever you ask me to, just to prove my remorse. I'll post something really embarrassing if you really want me to." She muttered, lifting her head from your shoulder to look at you. "I'd do anything"

"..are you sick?" You asked, scanning her face. You noticed the darker circles under her eyes, and the box of painkillers on her bedside table. "Did you go in the pool, you idiot?"

"Hey-hey now- I was actually in the pool for you, idiot" she mocked your insult. "Your locket was at the bottom for whatever reason...so..yeah"

"What did you get fucking hypothermia looking for my stupid necklace? Are you serious?" Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion, but the smile on your face couldn't be restrained. "You're kidding"

"Does the medicine receipt on my desk look like a joke to you?" She grinned "it was no big deal, it was whatever"

"Not to me it wasn't. You found my locket. How'd you even know it would be there?" You let out a half-laugh.

"Guessed" she shrugged with a stoic tone, but the glimmer in her eyes said otherwise. "Well I guess I kinda saw it glowing under the lights in the pool. This is gonna sound corny as hell, but that locket kinda made me realise how much I needed to fix...so I I'll say it again, I'm really sorry."

"I forgive you, I do, just please promise that if you ever have a problem like that again, you talk to me. You're my best friend and I don't want to lose that." You stutter "you have a lot to make up for, you know" you smile softly.

"Can I start my redemption now?" Her smirk deepens, those green eyes meeting yours again. "Just a small head start?" You let out a deep breath and nod, eyes flickering down to her lips before returning to her eyes.

You adjusted slightly to face her. She leaned closer. Her lips brushed against yours, ghosting a soft kiss. She pulled away slightly, your stupid smiles mirroring each other's. "Chat is this rizz?" You mumbled shyly, a pink hue tinting your cheeks.