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In a daze | Eddie&Whitney

Her body was on auto pilot, her legs moving slowly but in a jerk-like manner, her arms stiff at her sides as she moved forward. There was a hurricane roaring in her ears, blocking everything out. But also keeping her brain from having much of a thought. For which she was glad, because with the exception of her older brothers dead body, an image which kept floating before her eyes still, she couldn’t handle much more. Despite the shock and disorientation, Whitney found her way to Eddie’s dorm room, meaning to knock only once, but when she didn’t get an immediate answer, her fists kept knocking. Hard. The pain felt good. This kind of pain was better than the one in her chest, squeezing her heart so hard she couldn’t breathe or think or move.

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tycoburn:

There weren’t many times in his life where Tyree had felt nervous. His father scared him, sure, and he was often filled with dread whenever his older brothers came home, but none of that made him nervous, necessarily. But standing in front of the closed door, butterflies fluttering around in his stomach. And then the door opened and his heart flew to his throat and his jaw dropped with a large smile. “Whit…” He breathed out softly, his eyes lightening as they landed on her smile. “You look… amazing. Beautiful.” He whispered, reaching out with the corsage. “May I?” He asked softly before slowly sliding it onto her wrist. And then, acting out of pure adrenaline, he reached over to give her a light kiss on her cheek before holding out his arm. “Are you ready, m’lady?” He asked, his Scottish accent standing out. Shona had taught him right, that was for sure.

While Whitney was to a degree used to high levels of nerves, they were usually reserved for the classroom, or intense arguments or heck the crowded cafeteria even. Not for waiting for her best friend. Just the combination of Tyree and nerves seemed ridiculous. But now she knew that it was going to be a fact happening, probably from now on out. Taking in the sight of his charming but genuine smile, hearing him almost breathless, brought more redness to her cheeks, in a mix of satisfaction and appreciation. She hadn’t at all expected such a reaction. “Thank you. You look very dapper yourself.” She responded warmly, giving a excited nod and holding out her arm. He had really gone all out. That too was unexpected. Maybe because it was not like they hadn’t been each others date before, but always in a low key, no big formalities included way. And now they were really doing it. Going all out. Her heart all but arrested in her chest however as he leaned in, causing her to involuntarily hold her breath and her already weak knees threatening to collapse entirely. Oh my.. Blinking, hard and dazed, she did her best to pull herself together as she wrapped her arm around his, chuckling lightly at the use of old English pronouns. “Indeed good sir.” Whit replied lightly, her grip on his arm tightening just a little as they set out down the hall, trying to stay on her feet in these high heels.. She hadn’t worn a pair in months and months. “Please catch me if I fall. Aliyah talked me into high heels and its like walking on stilts..” She admitted ruefully.

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aerosollungs:

Laughing she waves a hand to Whitney. “It will eventually turn from average to decent. After time passes. Good! That’s good.” Smiling at the girl Reyna listens as she continues speaking. “Oooooh!” Wiggling her brows Reyna laughs more. Before pushing a loose strand of hair from her face. Looking to Whitney she continues. “That’s cute. Who’s the lucky person?” She asks looking at the girl. With a warm smile, the girl nods. “Yeah no, crowds suck. So it’s understandable.” Patting Whitney on the back she laughs softly. “I think I’m doing a little better at balancing brashness and sympathy. Which is something I want to do, who I want to be. After all, I’ve been inspired to be a more sympathetic person.” Reyna comments looking out to the crowd. With a light shake of her head, she looks down. That part was true, she’d been meaning to do better for a few years now. Forcing a smile she speaks once more. “You look great Whit. How are you and… I think it’s Eliza… how are you getting along?” She inquires folding her arms over her chest. Side glancing at the younger girl Reyna offers. “I have a cardigan if your cold.”

Whitney gave Reyna a soft smile. She hoped everyone would have a good time tonight, even though it was ‘just’ a dance. This school needed a good event. A quiet, successful, fun event where people weren’t shoved into closets or put up against each other in crazy, vicious games or forced to shoot each other.. Pushing those thoughts aside, Whit wasn’t able to curb her blush at Reyna’s reaction. Of course she’d have that reaction, just like Aliyah and Raina probably would have reacted similarly. It was sweet of them though. “Tyree.” She replied, trying to sound casually, and avoid blushing further. “They do.” She chose to just confirm that instead of saying any more. Most could sympathize with her fear of crowds even if they didn’t understood or had felt the same way themselves. She had to grin a bit in response to Reyna’s words. It wasn’t easy to change. She admired her for trying. “You’re doing good. Changing isn’t easy but trying gets you far.” She liked to think that everyone could change if they wanted to. “Thanks! And uhm.. actually I was put in with Aliyah. So its going great. She’s basically my best girl friend.” Whit could hear the relief in her own voice. She was a fairly private person and changes like these stressed her out more than she wanted to admit. Being put with Aliyah when roommates were suddenly changed mid term had been a blessing in the skies. Shaking her head, Whit gave another smile. “Nah I’m just trying to get comfortable in this dress. I don’t think covering up will help with that, besides Aliyah helped me with this and I don’t want to come across as ungrateful.”

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ily-aliyah:

Spotting Whitney approaching Gunner’s body on stage, Aliyah’s heart sunk. Keeping hold of Isaac, she headed straight for her brunette friend, dragging him along behind her and giving his hand a tight squeeze before she let go and crouched down next to her friend. “Whitney- Whit, babe look at me.” she pleaded, doing her best not to look at the body as she pried it away from Whitney. As she received the blank stare from her, her chest tightened that much more and without saying another word she leaned forward and wrapped her arms around her, hugging her tightly as tears rolled down her cheeks. “I’m so sorry Whit..” 

She didn’t want to leave him. For months and months he had probably been scared and alone. In pain, in despair. And now he was here. He was here and he wasn’t in pain anymore. But he wasn’t living either. Staring dead ahead Whitney couldn’t hear or really see anyone around her. They’d all probably want her away from her dead brothers corpse. She was probably in the way. Not that she cared what they all thought. It was a relief not being able to really see or hear much.. it was like her body was protecting her from absorbing what was truly happening around her. Though as she was moved further away, all she could see was Gunner’s limp body as she kept staring at it.. because it was an ‘it’ now, not an ‘him’. Feeling the arms squeeze around her, Whit lifted her arms, which seemed very heavy, to lay them limply around her friends body.

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A million words won’t bring you back, I know because I tried. Neither would a million tears, I know because I cried.

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selentz:

Seth had felt terrible for Whitney. In fact, the students going missing was probably the only thing that helped him along his path of kindness. It stopped him from wanting to be an asshole because imagining losing one of his siblings was heartbreaking. You’d think, the more you have the less you care about losing - but he’d die for any one of his siblings, especially the littles…so he chose to try to help her feel better. “It could be better, could be worse,” Seth replied. Freshman and sophomores tended to hype these balls up, as if they were some big, defining moment in their lives, but he knew it was just another day. “What about yours? You ought to be out dancing in such a beautiful dress.”

Whitney didn’t really know how to move on. Living in the unknown was torurous and no matter how hard she tried there wouldn’t be a day until Gunner was found where she could feel entirely happy or entirely content. There would always be that aching hole in her chest, missing and fearing for her brother. But she had long ago decided that she couldn’t stop living because of it. So she was going to do her best to enjoy this night, with her date and her friends. “A ‘so-so’ night then.” Whit replied with a soft but teasing smile. She had yet to meet someone at this dance who was thrilled or excited. Seemed people were keeping their expectations low. “Mine is good so far. I got a date, some friends about. Its a nice opportunity to have some fun. Yeah.. guess I should. I’m not a terrific dancer though.” She lifted her shoulders in a shrug.

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aerosollungs:

If there was one thing Reyna hated it was being in an overly crowded room, and not having knowledge as to whether the teens surrounding her were drunk. Though… that wasn’t any of her business she’d reasoned. And the situation was more favorable then sitting in her dorm alone and letting her mind dissolve into itself. Sure the dress she had on was practically one of the only ones she’d owned. It was meant for fancy occasions. So why not just pull it out for this? When her eyes landed on the girl, she weaved through the crowd to stand beside her. Reyna had expected Whitney to be with her friends or even her brother. Yet here she was standing alone in a corner. With a light laugh, she shakes her head. “It’s been average, though that’s to be expected. What about yours Whit?” Leaning on the wall she looks at her. “I feel like I stepped into an alternate dimension though. Mind telling me what you’re doing by your lonesome? I promise not to be my normal brash self.”

For the first time in months, Whitney felt hopeful. Hopeful that this night would be as magical as its decorations and current outlook. That for one night she might be able to forget about her troubles and just be a high school girl, at a high school dance, with the perfect date. He really was, even now, getting them punch. She had warned that it might be spiked already, though when your best friend offered to fetch you some, you did not say no. While she still felt.. a bit unlike herself in this tight dress, still felt like every darn guy going by was staring at her chest, she tried to hold onto the good tonight. Her nerves might be present but for once they were in the form of butterflies, not giant moths wearing her down. Of course it was pretty obvious that she wasn’t the life of the party where she stood. Crowds did make her anxious, so to avoid any angst, which only Tyree could erase, she didn’t move from her spot. Smiling softly at Reyna Whitney listened curiously. “What can be done to raise it from average to decent then? Mine? Oh its been good so far.” she said, trying not to blush. Alone? Oh no she wasn’t alone, well she hadn’t come here alone. “My date is getting us punch. So I’m not alone-alone, just taking a breather here in the meantime. I’m not good with crowds, you know. And its fine, you shouldn’t be anyone but yourself.”

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The flashing lights hurt her eyes, though like everyone else Whitney found herself staring at the scene where Maisie had stood. The empty scene that a minute later was filled. With a limp, dead body. It was the hair she recognized first. That light chocolate brown, causing her to cry out as she bounded forward, pushing people aside, heart pounding so heavily in her chest Whitney couldn’t hear anything but. She avoided reaching arms and fought herself free of tight hands trying to hold her back, finally reaching Gunner’s body, only to throw herself on to him and hold on, as the sobs finally came, wrecking her small body. She couldn’t tell how long she laid there, sobbing on top of her dead brother before someone came to all but lift her off. When her mind finally, somehow, returned, she stared blankly at them. “Yeah? What is it?” Her voice entirely dead and void of feeling.

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In your eyes | Tyree&Whitney

Perched on her bed, Whitney was gripping her bedspread tight, staring at the clock. If anyone could see her now they’d probably think her on the verge of loosing it. While actually she was just.. incredibly nervous for some reason. This shouldn’t be this huge deal, right? She was going to the ball with her best friend. With the only person in this school, beside her brother, who truly knew her. It should be like any other night hanging out. Just that it wasn’t.. because most didn’t have vivid dreams or the undeniable urge to kiss their best friend each time their eyes met. Or he held her hand. While Whitney had always loved Tyree, she knew this kind of love, these feelings, were different. Which made everything else different. And as a cause this night was a big deal. Felt like a date rather than an ordinary hangout. She wanted it to be perfect. To be as imagined from start to finish. In other words, no pressure. The sound of a fist rapping against her door caused the brunette to jump slightly, and she carefully untangled her hands, getting to her feet and grabbing her purse. Heart hammering in her chest, she went to open the door, standing right there on the threshold, eyes finding his, cheeks flushing as if on cue. “H-Hi.” she breathed. “So.. ahm.. guess we’re doing this huh?” She added, trying to add some humor to ease her own tension.

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She was tugging on the hem over and over, muttering to herself where she stood in a corner, as concealed as possible. Whitney felt.. exposed. Her knees were visible, her legs were out there for all to see and had it not been for the very thin fabric going from her chest and up to her neck her boobs would be fully out for anyone too see. She still felt like they were. Which was why she was crossing her arms over her chest any chance she got. Had Gunner been here then he would have come over to mock her, the only way he knew how to be an overprotective older brother was to be an ass when she dressed in a manner he didn’t agree with or feared would attract boys. So instead of being sweet and honest, he would make her feel like a small, dirty mouse on the kitchen floor. And while she had hated that, she found herself missing it now. As someone came over though Whit pulled out a soft smile. “How’s your night going?”

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Fairfield Prep’s Annual Snowflake Ball 2018

/ Whitney Castle /

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ily-aliyah:

“Well I was thinking we could marathon all the best chick flicks, I could even make you a new dress for your birthday, something super cute but also something that goes with warm stockings and cute cardigans and jackets because practicality is always good.” she grinned. Hanging out with Whitney made things seem normal, especially with all that had been happening. Both girls needed a little break like this, where they could shut out the world and watch movies and catch up on boy talk and mindless gossip, not that which was shared on Fake Escapes. “I also have a lot to tell you.” she added with a small laugh. 

“Which are? In your opinion? I’m down, but chances are we’ll have to dig a little online to find the movies. Right, uhm, I never say no to a new dress though you mean as a present I assume. Cause I am not having a party this year. But anything that goes with warm stuff would be great right now.” Whit smiled back, hoping Aliyah wouldn’t care too much about the party-part. She had yet to break that detail to her brother, who had a tendency of wanting to go all out with celebrations. She didn’t want to purposefully put a damper on this night. It felt wonderful to be spending time with one of her best girlfriends, just hanging out like normal girls did. Also, Whitney had to admit that she was anxious to discuss some details with Aliyah concerning boys. Or a boy. Just one. At the added comment, she felt both her eyebrows rise in curiosity. “Oh? Whats been going on?” She asked.

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nahbreckner:

“Hey - “ He gave her a small smile, seeing dread fill her face. “It’s fine, I was joking…and if you want me to be the speaker, I’m cool with that. I’m much better at that part than…this.” Jonah rolled his eyes. Despite getting some tutoring from Braelynn, he was never going to be an A+ English student. “As you can tell, I don’t pay much attention. Um, so I know To Kill A Mockingbird is kind of about how you shouldn’t make fun of the weaker people…”

Whitney shifted her gaze back, hesitance still resting in her eyes. “No I.. sorry I don’t mean to be so serious about it. Would you? Cause I really dislike being up there in front of everyone.” She admitted with a small grimace. While she didn’t view her fears as a weakness, Whitney knew it was something she should improve on and work hard on changing about herself. “Uhm yes, that’s one theme. Another is the South as a place of conflict surrounding the racial wars. And of course The Depression and our justice system can also be topics to discuss in relation with the book.” Whit gave him a soft smile. “Is that a general thing that you do or is English just not your favorite class?” 

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nahbreckner:

“ - What?” He feigned shock. “No, it’d totally be fun to go without anything to present. Like real on-the-spot life lessons.” Jonah had a natural charisma, he’d never been afraid to present and never been afraid to wing things - especially when he took Public Speaking. “Okay, okay, for real though…number one is probably the best place to start…what class are we in again?”

Whitney tried to hide her dread as he seemed to think having nothing to present was like the mean girls would say ‘totally cool’. Oh my god she thought, trying not to panic, inwardly taking several deep breaths. She was a horrible public speaker, such situations made her so nervous and almost ill. So there was absolutely no way, even in her favorite class, that she would not go up in front of the board without some sort of plan of what to say. She heavily exhaled when Noah agreed to start. “Yeah it probably is. We’re in English.” she said, biting back a laugh but having to smile since he seemed a bit out of it.

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“Soo, not that I don’t appreciate it, but what exactly are the plans for tonight?” Whitney asked with a curious expression, eying her friend. Aliyah was one of the best she had, and they had met up to have a sleepover, but also celebrate their birthdays. Over Christmas both had turned a year older, but celebrating had been a bit difficult. At least for Whitney. Then again her family didn’t have a lot of reasons to celebrate anything, and it was hard to contemplate doing so while still at home. At school however, she felt a bit lighter, less weighed down by fear and troubles. Not that those ever really left her but they were less pressing in some degree. Moving her hair from one shoulder to another, Whitney took a sip of her cup of hot chocolate.

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tycoburn:

Shona might have wanted to spend Christmas with Aileen, but Tyree had other plans. The young Scot had no intentions on pretending he felt at home with a woman he hardly knew, especially during the holidays. Kace was off doing God knows what, leaving Ty alone for the day with the room to himself. “Hey.” He returned the smile, kicking off his shoes lazily before moving to sit on the bed beside her. “I’d say make yourself at home, but I don’t think I have to.” He made a small face at her, his voice playful as he carefully took her hand in his, lacing his fingers through hers out of instinct. He’d known that Christmas was bound to cause some sadness in Whitney’s heart, given that her brother was missing and presumed dead. “How are you doing, Whit?” He asked with a soft voice, his brown eyes studying her carefully.

Whitney was avoiding calls from her mother left and right, not entirely sure what to say about Winter break. It was cruel, given how they already had a son missing. They didn’t need a selfish daughter not answering her calls, even though she had texted them to ask for some time to think. Glancing up at Ty, she let out a small laugh, squeezing his hand. “Is it cheesy to say I’d like your home to be my home?” she asked making a faux innocent look in return, teasing but not really. Actually she would love nothing more than to not have to be anywhere but where he was. It was so much easier being with Ty. There was no pressure being anyone but herself, even when that self wanted to forget about her troubles. Was that so bad? For weeks and weeks she had felt guilty if she was happy or having a good time. Like how dare you being happy when your brother is missing, possibly dead.. Shifting closer to him she lifted her shoulders. “So so. I don’t know, its exhausting walking around half grieving half panicking all the time. I’d rather be able to live in the now and allow myself to be happy, but then that’s probably selfish. Either way I wanted to see you. I always wanna see you.”

If I told you I love you | Ty&Whitney

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If I told you I love you | Ty&Whitney

For once, Whitney had done something entirely against the rules. Illegal even. While setting up a small distress call for the hall monitor, she had gone to his desk and stolen the key to her best friends room from the large set of keys. Then she had tiptoed down the hall. As carefully and quietly as she could, the brunette locked herself into the room, turning the lock back once inside. Setting foot in Ty’s room, despite it being a shared one, felt like being home. Carefully kicking off her shoes, Whitney climbed up into his all too empty bed, curling up on his pillow. With the familiar smell, it was almost as if he was in the room with her, almost. Lying there she could feel herself finally relax, her muscles unwinding slowly as her mind relaxed. This was the only place she felt safe. His room or with him in person. And lately safety had become somewhat important, given everything. She couldn’t tell entirely how long she had been there when the door opened and the very person she had been wanting to see stepped in. “Hi.” she said softly, giving him a small smile.

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