#[ that's a wrap. ] swann h. / reply.

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the  past  two  days  seemed  to  feel  like  a  lifetime.  it  was  weird  to  suddenly  be  so  alone  after  spending  practically  every  waking  moment  with  her  new  friends.  not  to  mention  lonely.  swann  knew  she  should  be  used  to  it—being  alone—but  she’d  allowed  herself  to  finally  make  some  friends  and  ever  since  kat…  well,  ever  since  the…incident—there  was  a  rift.  nora  in  LA,  autumn  ignoring  her  calls,  and  being  unable  to  even  try  to  talk  to  kat  for  corey  or  dylan  answering  the  phone  and  refusing  to  let  swann  speak  to  her.

          swann  was  restless;  lost…  her  own  home  was  suffocating  and  if  she  had  to  listen  to  her  mother’s  bickering  for  another  minute  she  was  pretty  sure  she’d  lose  her  mind.  her  mother  was  mad—rightfully  so—but  did  she  have  to  be  so  unfair ?  did  she  have  to  give  her  a  disapproving  look  every.  time.  they  locked  eyes ?  and  when  she  wasn’t  scrutinizing  her,  she  was  making  swann  pack  for  the  move.

          so,  she  had  to  get  out.

          at  first,  the  walking  seemed  aimless,  but  eventually  swann  took  notice  of  her  surroundings  and  realized  that  she  was  in  the  woods—her  and  her  friends'  secret  place—and  another  few  seconds  to  realize  that  she  wasn’t  alone  either.

          kat !

          she  hesitated  at  kat’s  initial  response  to  hearing  her  walking  up  behind  her,  but  once  their  eyes  met  and  tensions  defused,  swann  allowed  herself  to  sit  next  to  kat  with  a  small,  tentative  smile.

          “ uh,  hey,  kat… ”  she  spoke  up  after  a  moment,  doing  her  best  to  sound  as  least  awkward  as  she  could,  snorting  a  little  as  she  added,  “ i  don’t  think  i  could  even  try  to  be  like  dylan  or  corey  if  my  life  depended  on  it… ”

          a  few  beats  of  silence  passed  before  swann  spoke  up  again.  “ i  wasn’t  expecting  to  find  you  here…  i  tried  calling  you  but… ”corey.  the  asshole.  “ anyway—  it’s  good  to  see  you,  kat.  i,  um…  missed  you. ”

Requested starter for Kat Mikaelsen to Swann Holloway — For @loyalpromise ✨

Why did bad shit always happen to her?

Ever since she’d gained the ability to walk, Kat had always been the kid with the scraped knee on the playground from running too fast for her short legs to carry her, gotten several splinters in her hands from climbing trees, or breaking bones for being too daring in her reckless deeds. Back then, it really seemed like the minimal stuff was out to get her.. now? Kat could confirm she knew what it meant to have life shit all over you with bad luck. Leukaemia. What a slap to the face, right? Kat thought she’d made peace with that diagnosis.. that she was ready to take on whatever it threw at her all while giving her family hell for acting so fucking irritating about it. But that was until a group of girls came into her life and for the first time in years, she’d gained three real friends who made her feel like she actually had something to live for. Once again; life laughing in her face.

Had she told her new friends about her illness? No. She didn’t need the pity, nor did she wish to talk about it.. not like she’d been left with much of a choice after Dylan had opened her big, bitchy mouth and spilled the beans for her. Another reason to hate her. Two days had passed since Bloom & Rage’s grand fiasco, radio silence from Nora, Autumn and Swann.. either that, or Kat had been too embarrassed to pick up the phone when it rang. It was easier to pretend they didn’t want to see her anymore than face up to what happened on that night.

Maybe distancing herself from them was the right thing to do, anyway. It wasn’t like she’d be around long enough to become ‘Best Friends Forever!’ as Nora had put it.

Eyebrows furrowing at the thought, baby blue’s remained pensively downcast to the water’s ripples below where her legs dangled over the small bridge above the lake. Her favourite place to come for some peace and quiet.. which she apparently wasn’t getting today, if the timid footsteps echoing behind her was anything to go off. Great. “Try to take me back home? I swear to god I’ll fuckin’ drown you.” With a bitter glare shot over her shoulder, it wasn’t until the familiar face of Swann Holloway came into view did Kat let her eyes soften. “..Swann?” Damn. So much for avoiding a conversation she definitely didn’t want to have. “Sorry, I thought you were Dylan.. Or even worse, Corey.” Shifting her gaze away to look anywhere but her, Kat hesitantly scooted over to allow her to sit if she wanted to.

She was good at pushing people away.. but never Swann.

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          nora  is  undoubtedly  cute.  too  cute  for  her  own  good.  swann  wonders  if  her  crush  is  that  obvious  or  if  nora  is  just  trying  to  make  her  feel  better  ( having  low  self-esteem  is  a  bitch ).  either  way,  swann  isn’t  going  to  look  a  gift  horse  in  the  mouth.  instead,  she  plays  along,  recording  nora’s  antics,  giggling  all  the  while.

          while  nora’s  rhyming  needs  some  work,  her  charm  and  enthusiasm  makes  up  for  it.  if  swann  ever  needed  her  own  personal  cheerleader,  she’d  pick  nora  every  time.  swann  takes  a  small  step  back  as  nora  bounds  up  to  her,  doing  her  best  to  keep  the  camcorder  steady  and  nora  in  frame.

          “ you’re  crazy,  nora, ”  swann  says  through  more  giggles.  her  blush  darkens  as  nora  leans  in,  and  she  lowers  her  camcorder,  gaze  locking  onto  nora’s.  she’s  pretty  sure  she  could  get  lost  in  nora's eyes,  being  reminded  of  all  the  times  they’d  share  a  cigarette  together,  but  she  doesn’t  have  the  excuse  of  holding  nora’s  gaze  for  an  extended  period  of  time  while  they  both  light  up.

          she  nearly  looks  away  on  instinct,  but  surprises  even  herself  by  the  bold  words  that  come  out  of  her  mouth.  “ i  wouldn’t  say  no  to  that—  i’m  sure  you’d  look  good  in  a  crop  top  and  miniskirt. ”

>>  oh,  god…  i  always  had  the  worst  habit  of  just  blurting  out  the  first  thing  to  come  to  mind…

as nora ( poorly ) repeats a few of the cheering moves she's seen from cheerleaders at school, she tosses up her hands with imaginary pom-poms waving, jumping in place and snorting with laughter. she's personally never understood the appeal of cheerleading ( although looking at the cheerleaders was always fun ), but putting on a show like this in front of swann was a whole other story.

especially when nora can clearly spot the blush on swann's freckled cheeks behind her camcorder, enticing her all the more and fueling her excitable nature; even with as little of an excuse it takes to get her riled up, swann is a special case.

"five, six, seven, eight!" she yells, too loudly, in between her own giggles, hopping up to swann with a wild grin on her face. "i think you are- really great!"

and, well. she's never been much of a poet, but her lack of rhyming skills is surely made up for with sheer, genuine enthusiasm. she waggles her eyebrows and leans down to swann's level. "y'know, maybe i'd consider becoming one just for you~"