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Prompt #5

My characters are stupid and in love and just about to get out of highschool and see the world, and your character recently had a rumor go around saying that they slept with one of them while drunk at a party

Maybe they are approaching them about the rumor? Maybe someone wanted to break them up with their current partner, and my character was an easy target? Maybe they break down in front of the two of them because of it, and get a nice long "it's just a rumor, why are you letting it get to you," comfort talk from them. Hell, maybe they were the one that started the rumor bc they want to sleep with one of them, but THAT didn't go as planned. Lots of possibilities.

Or maybe it isn't even bc of the rumor. Maybe they heard about their plan to leave and they want in. Tbh, I like the idea of them ending up last minute joining them on the trip regardless. There two are undeniably heavy go with the flow types, and if a cute person that also has nothing to loose wants to come with them on a stupid road trip who are they to say no? At the very least, I'd like them to drag your character off to ditch the rest of the school day with them, giving your character a day off from whatever they're going through, and then to go from there.

Also, there IS mentions of sex, but in the "we're high schoolers experimenting with our sexuality," kind of way. And I AM willing to let this get nsfw, but I'd like build up, Cha know?

Double also, you don't have to match length, but please at least give me enough to work with? Like this is REALLY long, it got way out of hand. But I'm not picky about reply length, I just try and match my partners.

Finally, a quick description of my characters. Eden is about 18, with long black hair she normally either throws into a braid or a bun, toned skin with freckles on her face, painted nails and green eyes. She's about 5'11. She can be a bit harsh to people she doesn't like, kind of uncaring. Not in a malicious sort of way, in the "I don't think this person matters in my life" kind of way. She has a belly button piercing, and a few in her ears. Nipples pierced as well.

The other one is Masao. He's 19 at the start of this. Same height as Eden, with brown eyes and dark skin. Hair in dreadlocks, where some of the dreads are bleached blonde to replicate highlights. Piercings in his ears, a tattoo or thorns and roses that goes around his upper arm and chest. Scarring on his lower right chin and upper shoulder and chest, tho that area is covered by said tattoo.

(Some wise man once said that people were cruel.)

He'd been 17 when he met her. She was a year or so younger then him, but the same kind of younger that everyone else in class was. He'd been held back once upon a time, at some point in elementary school that was too far beyond recollection in actual memory. He had a belief his parents just forgot to enroll him into school until a year after he was suppose to. Maybe faced some governmental push back or something.

It wasn't like they'd been the fastest of friends. For a while, they just knew each other by name and nothing more. It wasn't like he had that many friends to begin with. He wasn't oblivious to that fact. He was, a loner at heart. Friends were tiring, and he had more then enough to deal with the stress that came with it. But it wasn't like he was particularly bullied or picked on. He was background noise at best, nonexistent in the minds of his classmates at worst.

She was tall, height only increased by the fact that she sported heels on a bi-daily basis. Her gaze was sharp and critical, holding knives to others as she analyzed and took sight of them. However she was, also undeniably, quite pretty, and her laugh was like bells in his eyes. He admired her, in a way. She spoke her mind, loud and clear. Managed to have a nice group of people she spent enough time with. They got thrown into a group together for an end of the year project their junior year. That's when they really began speaking.

("I don't like them," She admitted, the first time they actually got really personal with one another. Perhaps about the forth or fifth time they'd slept together? At the very least, it was around the time awkward, clunky touches that had once only been there to experiement were now, becoming careful and sweet, purposefully lingering far more then they were the first few times, "I mean, not to sound like the edgiest fool around, but most of the people aren't really my friends, persay. I just kinda.. tolerate them. They're the kind of people that are going to be like 'lets stay in contact after highschool! Talk to you lots!' only to turn around and forget you exist. I don't mind it. It's just how it is, I guess,"

Yeah. He couldn't help but agree with the sediment. She'd continue on to talk about physically bearing but emotionally distant parents, and he'd return with talk of uncaring and neglect. It was the first time either of them had told anyone about it, and it was. Nice. Not good, not bad, but nice.)

It only took a few meetings for them to sleep together.

She told him to come over her house for the project. And, well. He was always looking for an excuse to leave home. They'd managed to get most of what they needed to done for it within the first night, and it was well into the night before the two of them began really talking.

("Your cute," she'd tell him, a little before the first time they fucked, "like, real cute. You have a nice face to you, I think. Ya just don't do anything with it," she'd pause, giving her makeup bag a look, "most men don't, but. Ya know."

He'd just shrug, his hands on pieces of paper that they'd reviewed so many times over that there really was no point in doing so anymore, "I wouldn't mind the idea of it. Might, uh. Be nice to clear up some of the scarring? I just don't know how."

Her eyes glinted with intrigue, and she zipped open the makeup bag without another thought. They slept together that night, uncertain touches just being pleasurable enough to get rid of the awkward air that came with it. She.. undeniably knew more them him. But maybe that was to be expected.)

"It's not healthy," he pointed out, when he noticed the way she started drawing in from her old group of friends and coming to linger by him more and more.

"What? Pulling back from a group of people I didn't like talking to anyway, and would have ended up going the rest of my life ignoring? Please," She'd rolled her eyes, reaching over to snag one of his chips from him. The librarian shot them a dirty look, but ultimately continued to let them eat their lunch in here, "Now, when were the days you're free at the beginning of school break? I just got my license and I want to go up to the lake," she'd take his DS out of his hand as she spoke and go through his team for the 5th time that day, but it was okay because he'd do the same in return.

("Won't they be mad?" He asked, the first night they'd spent up at the lake together. He'd spent most of it with his head tucked under her chin, the two of them finding solice in slowly growing familiar touches, "your parents, I mean."

She'd shrugged, "they aren't home this weekend. Some big important business meeting in Vegas. Bet they're just going to go there and drink and gamble though, ya know?" She'd rub her eyes, and look up out of the sunroof of her car, watching the stars that were scattered across the sky, "hey, move off me for a moment. I brought my DS and some snacks. Tell me, do you think I should keep Mawile or Sableye on my team?")

They grew closer and closer that summer. She enlisted his help in making videos for the internet, small silly vlogs that talked about anything and everything. But her personality was electric, and enticing, and he wasn't surprised when she got just a base following. She hug out with her old friends just enough to keep them in her mind, but not enough that she would actually miss them once she'd left. Or so she'd said. They went to the occasional party, he snuck in through the window by climbing an old oak at night.

It was stupid, and to a small degree vanilla. Stereotypical, to every other degree. He enjoyed every moment of it.

("Have you ever thought about leaving?" She'd ask him, only a few days before their senior year started.

He looked thoughtful, carefully above him.

"Yeah. I've been working since I was 16, to do exactly that," he finally told her, after just long enough had passed that she was beginning to squirm and stare, "Never actually thought I'd do it but. I might start considering it again."

Her eyes would twinkle, and she slowly rose up, "ever thought about seeing the world?")

There was a rumor that rooted itself down only three or so weeks before school ended. Something about him sleeping with someone who's name he knew of but face he wouldn't be able to recall. It was something he didn't pay much mind, or care too much about. There weren't many things that got his attention, after all.

Direct eye contact was one of those things. People didn't NOTICE him. He was normally background noise, the brown haired npc in the back of a shitty card anime. The one that didn't have focus on him. But things were... Something was off. He could tell by the way he was catching people's eyes, and the fact that it would linger. It made him want to find Eden, and press himself tight up under her arm her so he could pretend they were looking at her instead of him. That was a little more common, felt a little more natural.

"Hey, didn't you hear?" They spoke quietly, like having seen him reminded them of something that they'd heard recently. He tried not to perk too much. Not particularly with joy, but rather to attention. The two grew too quiet for him to hear, but when he did...

"THAT'S who they fucked?" He didn't have to look to know they were, at least, raising their eyebrow at him. His interests perked, if only for a moment. It wasn't like he was going around sleeping with the crowd. He was, at least for the moment, perfect content with just his current partner.

"Yeah. Odd guy that's almost never apart from Eden? That's him."

A laugh, "Yeah, nice choice there," before going about their marry way. Something about first times, wondering ifs. He didn't pay it much attention. Took note of it, but also just. Watched, for a while. Took note that more and more people were beginning to talk about it. It was just enough to catch his interest, just enough to keep it on his mind.

But. For a while, he was content with just ignoring it. It, really wasn't his issue. People very obviously didn't like him already, so this had to be more of an attack on them then it was him. And while he didn't appreciate being used as someones scrape-goat, but it wasn't his issue

(She had a van miraculously paid off by parents who modestly kept more money then they'd ever be able to spend (and the desire to buy the love they never bothered showing), and had a face familiar enough to the internet that would get someone a comfortable amount of extra cash would they be living a normal life style, but not familiar enough that should that theoretical person have that theoretical life style, be able to live off that sum of money from month to month. He had savings from about 4 years of work and planning, and the same will as hers to get away from the type of familiarity that brought discomfort and disgust. And damn if they weren't going to put their combined resources to good use.)

He did, however, bring it up exactly once to Eden. It was on one of those nights where he'd spent the night away from parents who'd sparsely cared about his whereabouts, tucked away in the dark behind locked doors in the house of a girl who's parents cared too much of her whereabouts. The familiarity and comfort soothed the anxiety and dread that haunted his dreams, and the rain pounded against all too clean windows

"What do you think?" He'd ask, rolling up onto her waist. His motions weren't smooth, and between them being about the same size it took a moment to steady. But her hand rested on his side, and she seemed to think about it for a good, single moment.

"I think someone's either trying to rip their reputation down or fuck with yours. Seems petty, for one of the last two weeks of school. Maybe wants to break them up with whoever they're fuckin? Could be a lot of things, really," her hand traced a tattoo that was normally well hidden in front of her parents, but without a shirt was well on display for her to see. It covered scars he did well not to talk about, and she did just as well not to bring up. After all. She'd seen them before they'd gotten covered, and she knew the stories behind them.

And even if she hadn't.. well. Was it really her place to dig? He came to her when he was comfortable with things he wanted to say, and who was she to force him to tell her things.

"Thats not what I meant," though he seemed amused

"Mm?"

"What if I had slept with them,"

"Oh," she looked bemused, but didn't even seem startled at the question, "well first of all, I'd ask how you managed to land that one-"

"Rumor goes we slept together drunk at some party we didn't even go to last week. Something like that."

"-because one, I want in on it too, and two. Attractive as you are, You don't particularly walk in the same social circles," hands that were naturally toned, but still far lighter then his own warm, dark skin, brushed up and down against his arms.

"...That said, I am serious," his face fell as he spoke, and he'd roll back onto his side as he spoke. She seemed miffed by the sudden lack of contact, but she was quick to follow him, rolling herself onto her own side and allowing an arm to wrap about his, "If something like it did happen, what would ya think?"

"Ah. well..." She hesitated again, though this time eyes glittering with intrigue and thought. He could see the gears turning in her brain, the way her mind buzzed with each and every thought, "I don't think I'd particularly mind. S'not like we're going to be here within the month," a clap of thunder, and a flash of lightning, and "Enjoy yourself. You don't let yourself have stuff. If what you want to do is go around and sleep with strange pretty girls and boys you've met at parties-"

"It's not, I think,"

"Who the hell am I to stop you? Sleep with a teacher for all I care," he'd roll his eyes, and she'd pull the fallen blanket closer to them as the both of them began to feel the effects of chill on bare skin, "just don't give me an STD or anything."

And that was that. The subject would change, and they'd sit there with their voices all but whispers, waiting until at least one of them finally let sleep get to them.

("I could make a blog about it," she'd said, as they'd been working on their plan, "would go along nicely with my videos, yeah? Talk about everywhere were going, what it was like, what the people were like," She nodded to the lists they'd slowly been working on separately, but combining together.

Lists of anything and everything they could find. National and international landmarks and tourist traps, beautiful national parks and natural formations, restaurant they'd found from clickbait internet videos that made this mouth water and stomachs jump. Ghost towns, water parks and amusement parts, even a few medieval fairs that only opened on certain parts of the year. A list with Interesting small towns in foreign countries tucked away in a passport that she'd gotten the day she'd turned 18 with money she'd stashed away in the back of dresser for the last few years. They'd been in the process of organizing it, listing where everything was in order and making guesses on how much they'd spend where.

There's was no guess for time. There was no need for it. They had all the time they could want when they left. Their only indication of when it would be time to leave would be when the buzz and excitement of the place they were at wore down, and their itch and curiosity for the next place would overpower it.

"Maybe," he'd nod, reaching over to fumble with a camera that they would only pack away last minute, "You'd need to get a domain name and set up a site. But I think we can make something work out?" She'd nod, and they'd move onto the next bit of planning that they'd scattered out.)

That was, of course, until they approached /him/ about it.

He'd been sitting against Eden, thumbing a joint between his fingers and letting smoke fill the air around them. It was the kind of atmosphere that soothed his anxiety, giving him a moment to breath. They'd been doing this more and more often. Which was saying something in itself, he supposed. But the weeks were practically getting shorter, days growing closer and closer to graduation till there was only three days left. Classes had turned to practice (wasn't like either of them were going to graduation) and the only reason he'd bothered to come to school at all was nothing but an excuse to see her, despite having all but moved himself into her bedroom at night.

"We could leave for the day," She'd offer, her hands brushing through his hair in a quiet, soothing gesture. Following against a long, bleached dread and landing to lightly scratch against the cloth of his shirt, "what are they going to do? Suspend us the last few days of school," his eyebrows raised with intrigue, and he didn't have to say anything before she was adding in her "Mmm. And any trouble I get into with my folks won't matter within the next few days. And as nice as sitting and getting wet under a bunch of bleachers sounds, I think sitting in a warm car sounds better. The mattress is already set up in it, yeah? Maybe we can go up to the lake and watch the rain on it. Smoke for a bit. I bet steam is rising from it today. Creates a nice fog, ya know?"

Well. She wasn't wrong.

He nodded, throwing the rest of what he'd been smoking down on the ground and stomping it out, "Yeah. Sounds good. Maybe we can spend the rest of the night there. Could probably just talk a teacher into giving us out graduation certificated Early, and not come back. If we really wanted to"

"We could, mm..."

His eyes flicked up, meeting the eyes of someone he didn't think he'd bother to see or remember the name of within the next few months. More importantly, he felt the way Eden stiffened next to him, and with a glance he could quickly tell how her eyes would narrow with suspicion and uncertainty and distrust.

Eden rose up from her spot, hands in her pocket and eyes narrowed in their direction.

"Hey pretty-face, if you're here about the rumor, he didn't start it," She was careful to place herself between them, eyes quick to fall up and down. Behind the distrust was curiosity, and behind the curious was.. well, amusement, to a small degree, "Though, I guess that depends on how much you take my word for it. And if you aren't here about the rumor... Well, color me curious."

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