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shhhlikeme · 4 years

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“Losty Aone” / “Losty Mountain Man🏔” Series:

Outtake Collection #12:

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A/N: I miss you guys so much! Thank you for over 150 notes on my last outtake 🤯! If you haven’t read my life update already, please do and know that it’s hard for me to prioritize school and work before this blog. This outtake collection was originally supposed to be a multiple posting like the previous ones, but I reckon I was taking too long and thought to just post at least the part that was complete. Love y’all

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8 Days After The Breakup ⛓🥀

💤 😴 💤

“Leave her be. She’s having fun.”

Aone watched as the class-snitch Tsume Lian handed in his paper and hurriedly left the classroom.

I didn’t mean to scare him, thought Mountain Man. He shrugged it off, looking down to concentrate on his own assignment, going through the questions easily. I only have 3 left now, and the answers are fairly simple because-

“Hi! Thanks so much for defending me a little while ago!”

An angelic voice startled Aone out of his academic train of thought. As soon as the sound vibrations reached his ear drums all the nerves in Aone’s body stood at attention.

Is that......?! he questioned, but received his answer when he felt the magnetic pull to the voice as he always did—his eyes having a mind of their own and following the sound. Aone felt his heart halt when he lifted his head from his paper to be graced with something much, much, more beautiful. His crush, you, were standing next to him. Aone’s entire body and brain went out of commission when he looked up to see you, standing so close he could feel your body heat, your beautiful manicured hands pressed on his desk. Your grateful eyes were staring into his for quite possibly the first time in his entire life.

The eyes he dreams about.

Your Apple scent invaded his nostrils and Aone breathed in as deeply as he could subconsciously. He never wanted to smell anything else.

The scent that he dreams about.

You reached over to touch Aone’s arm in his uniform, shooting him an endearing smile. Aone’s eyes widened. Y/N IS TOUCHING ME, he thought. His heart tightened and he really thought he was at risk for a heart attack. The only thing that kept him from having that heart attack, in fact, was seeing you smile a second later. He wouldn’t be graced with that smile if he fainted now🥵. To Aone, when you smiled, oh god, when you smiled—You weren’t just beautiful like he always found you: you were unreal. It was your smile on top of the cheerleading pyramid that made him initially lock onto you, and it was your smile with your friends at school that made Mountain Man stop in his tracks every time just to take it in. It is captivating.

Aone couldn’t help but stare at your lips when the vibrations of your melodic cheerful voice reached his ears again.

“I’m Y/N! It’s nice to meet you!”

Nice to.....? What? Losty Aone connected the dots a bit, realizing that you were introducing yourself to him. He wanted to laugh. It is almost a comical quiet-boy-meets-his-crush scene, right? The fact that the female he spends most of his day thinking about, the female outside of the Takanobu’s that he probably knows most about, the female that he has spent the better part of the last two years pining after, was introducing herself—that she deemed it necessary to make him aware of who she is—is comical.

Dark Comedy.

Honestly, Aone couldn’t even stop for too long to feel bad for how pathetic this seemed for him: as he was too busy basking in your light. Whether you were introducing yourself or reciting the Arabic alphabet to him— he’d want to hear you over and over, no matter what, unable to think of anything else he’d want more.

Aone wanted to say something back to you, he obviously did. But he was just too in shock that the girl he wishes he could marry, the girl that is so completely out of his league that she doesn’t even notice his existence, is speaking him unexpectedly. It was like a dream. Aone’s throat was drier than the Sahara desert.

It was TOO MUCH. Your simple greeting made him TOO HAPPY—he was unable to respond.

Aone felt severe loss of sweet tingling skin nerves when you removed your hand from his burning arm. If he was thinking clearly he might have pouted. He mentally kicked himself for being too star-struck by you to dedicate one part of his mind to memorize what it felt like to have you touch him.

“Sorry.”

You said shyly, gifting Aone’s eardrums again. You looked down sheepishly, then met his serious expression again, appearing God-sent with the thankful expression you gave him. If Aone could speak, he would bloody PROPOSE.

“Um....”

Still frozen, Aone couldn’t tear his eyes away from you as you spoke.

“You probably don’t know this but you getting that pervert to leave me alone is quite possibly the sweetest thing anyone has done for me. And you did it for a stranger, no less. And ummm.........”

You tucked your hair cutely behind your ear, obviously wanting to say something else. Aone was eager to hear it. He loved hearing your voice! After all, witnessing your usually bubbly cheerleader-self so demure and cute-looking made his heart skip a beat. Or dozens of beats. All he could think of when he watched you was:

She’s Unreal.

She’s Perfect.

She’s a Dream.

Long shot, but she’s my desired Future wife.

He wanted to beg you to keep speaking. Your voice was his favourite sound... it has been ever since he first heard it.

“Ummmm........ also I wanted to say.....”

Aone put an effort to mentally block out all the white noise of the chatty classroom so that he could hear your beautiful voice more clearly. He wanted to remember this. He wanted to memorize every second of this, since you approaching his desk has unpredictably turned today in to one of the best days of his life. Please keep talking to me Y/N. Please.

Aone’s heart tightened again as your expressive eyes pierced into his serious ones. You took a deep breath before saying what you wanted to say next.

......Yes? Aone wish he could say. You can tell me anything, Y/N.

“....and.....”

you pushed on, leaning in closer so that Aone had an even clearer close up of your gorgeous face and your scent was even stronger. Yep, absolutely the best day of my life.

And......? Aone wanted to hurry you, but then he saw you opening your mouth:

“And do you mind not doing that again? It’s obvious you have a really intense crush on me obviously—but I don’t feel the same way. I don’t even know who you are. It’ll never work out in the long run because I’m in this league and you’re...in that one.”

Aone hearing what you said was like a knife—no, A SWORD stabbing through his heart. He literally felt wounded. He looked at his beautiful crush—still putting you first even in a state of pain like this— feeling terrible for making you uncomfortable due to his romantic hopes.

“I’m s-sorry, Y/N...” Aone was about to stutter out,

💤😴💤

But his eyes opened before then, kicking him out of his dream.

Takanobu’s heart ached as he stared up at his bedroom ceiling in the dark. Aone checked with his hand to make sure that he really hadn’t been stabbed through the chest, because that’s what he felt right now. Breathing heavily through his nose when he felt his actual hard chest there like normal, he wondered how the pain there could be so insufferable then?

Takanobu hasn’t been able to avoid these terrible dreams since several nights ago, when you had broken up with him on the Ferris wheel. He knows you are not as cruel as you are in his dreams but his depressive state of mind obviously only knows how to make him feel worse about everything. He doesn’t really remember much after you had called him your friend in the Ferris Wheel lot; shattering what was left of his heart by that word combined with walking away. Though, he does remember hearing his mom at dinner 2 nights ago talking to him about how it was Futakuchi who had to come get him, but he wasn’t sure.

To be honest, ever since the night on the Ferris Wheel, Aone has become a shell of a man that lost a lot of care for things he used to care about.

He can’t recall what his mom said at dinner or what Kenji said in the car or what really happened the days after you decided to leave him: The only feeling he could register is the overbearing heavy feeling in his heart. The only thing that captured his attention is the aching in his chest. The sound of his heart’s continuous shattering whenever he thought of you was louder than any words he heard and the all encompassing gnawing of heartache, was more tangible than anything else he could possibly feel.

If Aone had to describe in words how he has felt since that moment 🎡 (but he wouldn’t because he has subconsciously retreated back to his mute lifestyle), he would say his heart feels like it is encompassed by the heaviest chains known to man with an anchor on the end, hanging low and weighing down his whole heart.

If that wasn’t bad enough, whenever you crossed his mind, the chains would tighten and squeeze his heart. Therefore, since you basically never left his mind, that means his heart is continuously being squeezed by hefty anchorage. It is an awful feeling to say the least.

Sitting up on the side of his bed, Aone checked his phone for the time and date.

8 days since the anniversary...? He stated to himself.

Had I attended school in between? He doesn’t even remember.

All that was clearly registered is the feeling of loss.

Aone sighed. Must have, because knowing Futakuchi, he likely wouldn’t let him skip. Aone can now recall going to school and not seeing you there....no wonder it’s deemed insignificant in his brain.

When Mountain Man had gotten too worried about your absence on the second day and was about to check on you, his friends had asked your friends, discovering that you were currently sick and on bed rest.

Mountain Man felt terrible. You probably got ill from walking in the snow after the Ferris Wheel ride. If he hadn’t brought you there you wouldn’t be sick. You’d only had on a thin jacket that night...

Should I text Y/N? Ask her if there’s anything I can bring her so she can feel better? What would Futakuchi say?

‘ABSOLUTELY THE FUCK NOT.‘ Is what he would say, Aone thought, practically able to hear his friend’s voice.

In bed, Mountain Man sighed. Even if he did text you, you didn’t want to hear from him anymore. That’s the purpose of a breakup, no matter how much it gutted him. You were entitled to your space.

Through impenetrable mental torment, Aone rubbed his eyes and peeped at the time. While Aone would describe himself as a militant person, who always wakes up on time for school, leaves his house on time for everything; practically the most dependable human, and was very orderly his entire life—things have changed drastically as of 8 days ago. Not that he cared since time wasn’t really something he could focus on, but Aone now awoke several times a night, walked in late to class and cancelled his attendance to any and all social events he was going to go to.

He and Futakuchi were supposed to help Karasuno with blocking yesterday, but Aone just went straight home. He hasn’t even seen his friends for quite some time....or maybe he has, but the memory isn’t registering.

Broken-hearted Mountain Man would just avoid everyone in class (staring out of the window, looking incredibly unapproachable), and outside of class: opting to eat lunch alone (and by eating, it means just toying with whatever he was going to eat). Every lunch hour, this depresssed polar bear would find some corner outdoors to sit by himself: Sometimes it was at the bus stop down the street from the school where he’d sit and watch the passerbyers, his gaze staying a bit longer on the couples that passed by, wishing you still wanted that with him. Yesterday, he found a spot under a big tree and counted the grass patches. Even though you weren’t at school, as soon as the Date Teko cheerleaders came outside to practice a bit for the snowboarding team, Aone picked up his stuff and finished his lunch in an empty classroom...

6:38am.

So Aone had over 20 minutes till he needed to get up and get ready for school.

Usually, this white-haired man would use that time to do something productive: either review his homework, try to make breakfast for his mom or dad, read a book to his turtle, research new volleyball drills to help his team.............

But this morning was different. Of course it was. In the extra time he had this morning, all Aone could do in these minutes is sit up, propping his elbows on his knees and cradle his head in his hands, willing his heart to stop hurting so much. He had zero tears to cry, he isn’t a crier but they were probably all out after the first night that he tear stained his pillow...... So instead of crying, now Aone just spent his extra time in this position, thinking about you—the greatest girl he would ever know—and how he failed to make you happy enough that you’d choose to stay with him.

Aone:

He has no idea why he got his hopes up. Why did he think someone like you would want him? Of course you’d come to your senses eventually.

Faded beautiful black and white images of your moments together flashed through his depressed mind like a movie reel: triggering his heart to weigh his body down even more:

He saw you playing with Perdu on the floor of his room, trying to teach the reptile how to fetch.

He saw you cling onto his arm and hide your face in his shoulder when a jump scare hit the screen at the movie theatre.

In slow motion, He saw you waving and smiling at the supporters in the bleachers as you were cheerleading with your teammates, looking breathtaking

He saw you giving his best friends the middle finger and sticking your tongue out at them because they were teasing him

He saw you throw your head back and laugh as you sat next to him at the lunch table, leaning on him for support because you were laughing so hard

He saw you flip your hair back as you actually listening to his tutoring in his room... then he saw your face brighten, clapping when he told you your answer was correct

He saw you—

BEEP. BEEP. BEEP. BEEP. BEEP. BEEP.

The sound of Aone’s weekday alarm jolted him out of his heart wrenching slideshow... He rubbed his temples for a moment in his dark room before turning the alarm off. He stood up slowly and took a deep breath before forcing himself to go through the motions again— slipping on his house slippers and making his way to his bathroom. He flicked on the bathroom light and Aone dared to look at himself briefly in the mirror: though what greeted his eyes made him instinctively turn the fucking light off.

Pathetic, anguished Mountain thought.

I look even scarier now. He tore his eyes away from the mirror display of his tired eyes and overall broken demeanour.

No wonder Y/N doesn’t want me.

Hearing your name in his mind for the first time since he had promised himself he wouldn’t mention it, sent a wave of immense devastation through this man’s entire body. It was so strong it caused this middle blocker to hang his head and use both strong hands to grip his bathroom counter so he wouldn’t collapse under the metaphorical pain in his chest.

He never knew it was possible to feel such emotional pain so physically.

He deliberated staying home, but that would worry his parents and friends even more, which is the last thing he wanted.

It’s almost the end of the week. Just keep getting ready for school, he told himself. It is only 4 hours until lunch, when you can be alone again.

Aone brushed his teeth while sitting on the edge of his bathtub, finding it easier to avoid his reflection in the mirror this way. He spat and rinsed, then reached for his floss, but realized it was empty.

Sighing, baby boy dragged his feet from his ensuite to one of his house’s main bathrooms where his mom left the extra toiletries.

Aone began flossing in his quiet bathroom. He heard the faint sound of the front door closing and locking since his mother usually left for work at this time. Takanobu finished flossing and washed his hands. He took a few floss containers and exited the main bathroom, shutting off the light and briskly turning the corner—before running right into another man.

“Shit!” The other voice yelled as their body fell backwards from the impact.

Completely startled because he thought he was home alone, Aone’s eyes widened but his fast reflexes caught the man’s arm before he fell to the ground. Aone’s eyes went back to normal realizing who he caught.

“Dude! Are you a fucking ghost?! You make zero sound when you walk around the house! How is that even possible for a man your size!?!”

Takanobu looked down at his best friend dressed in pyjamas like: ⁉️

Not uttering a word, he gave Kenji a monotone look as to say: What are you doing here?

Kenji—understanding his best friend without him needing to use words like he always did, answered him.

“What am I doing here?” Kenji chuckled. “Well, it’s been days and you won’t answer my texts or calls, big guy! I have no idea where you go during lunch, it’s cold as shit outside and we spend the entire time looking for you.... and then you go straight home when the last bell rings! You seem dead at school: like a zombie. So fuck, you forced my lazy ass to get creative. 💥 Boom. Now I’m here. Your mom said I can move in stay for the time being, basically. I’m sleeping in the first guest room and—“

Aone turned on his heels to peek into the first guest room beside the bathroom. Sure enough, he saw one big suitcase Futakuchi had used when he had come on a vacation with his dads side 4 years ago.

Aone turned back to his friend, grunting as if to say: 🤨 this is a lot....

“—No, it is not a lot. I’m worried about my best friend, man. Either way, I’m not asking you permission.” Kenji crosses his arms in response to his friend’s silent communication. “I told you it’s me and you.”

Aone frowned at his friend. He was pretty astonished by everything Kenji just said. First, Kenji is right about his own self analysis: Kenji is lazy. Which made this all the more alarming, because was Aone really that bad that his best friend felt obligated to move in temporarily?! Futakuchi was always welcome here and stayed over often, but nothing this drastic.

Second, Aone knew he was possibly moving around like a shell of a man—that’s why he avoided people unless it was in class regarding group work—but to be described as a zombie by his brutally honest friend? Ouch. What would Y/N think? Aone doubted you would regret dumping a guy like that if you were in good health and saw him at school.

Hearing your name again in his mind; Aone’s heart panged.

Takanobu’s gaze fell and shoulders sunk and Futakuchi noticed the drop. He knew his middle blocker was going through it like crazy.... and it made him sick. Kenji knew right then and there that he was right to come here.

“I know you don’t want to talk about her, Aone-san. We don’t have to until you’re ready. But I’m here, alright? Just two doors down when you want advice or you just want to watch a movie or play some volleyball. Okay?”

Still looking at his turtle slippers, Aone nodded. In his state, he couldn’t help but feel a bit better because his best friend cared so much about him.

Just then, Aone felt a sharp slap on his back that couldn’t have come from Kenji and an excited voice next to his ear.

“MORNING!!!!!! WHERE CAN I FIND THE FLOSS— OH! BOTH OF YOU ARE AWAKE!”

Koganegawa‘s eyes were barely open as he joined the two boys in the hallway, yawning in the midst of his loud greeting.

Startled that Kogane was in his house too, Aone gave him the same alarmed expression he’d initially given Futakuchi.

Kanji looked confused, so he nudged Futakuchi. “I’m not as good as you yet, dad. What does that look on Aone-senpai mean?” He asked, stretching his arms in fatigue.

In response, Kenji reached up to pinch his ear, yanking it down.

“OI! ITAI!” The setter cried.

Kenji spoke calmly.

“Takanobu-san is wondering what you’re doing here. And I’m wondering why you’re so loud in the mornings!!” Futakuchi let go and Kogane rubbed his now red ear, fully awake now. He glared at Kenji for a moment😡before his eyes met the middle blocker’s and softened.

“Hey, Mom. That abusive parent 👈🏻 mentioned something about staying here for a few days or weeks, and I begged him to let me come. I worry about you, too, you’re like a big brother to me, and I’m here for you just as much as he is.” Kanji smiled brightly at his older friend.

For the first time since you’d broken up with him, Aone felt his heart tighten for a different reason other than heartache. For one brief moment, Aone felt a few links in the heavy chain wrapped around his heart fall off. Albeit minimally, his friend’s endearing actions made him feel lighter.

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amarauder · 5 years

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chapter one - percy jackson x reader

| percy’s journey to the top of the world

A/N; I am really really really excited to share this all with you! I have actually already wrote the whole thing and I am just editing it now as I post the chapters. I feel like I have finally perfected Percy's personality, damn that took way too long. But I feel like this is definitely my best writing piece yet.. So, I hope you enjoy and I apologize in advance for Thalia's personality. I kept re-writing everything she did but at the end I never felt like it was right and it was taking too much time so I just left it as it is. Thank you for reading! :)

It was Leo's idea to go to the fair, and with much credit all of his spastic and vociferous pleadings, he managed to annoy everyone else into agreeing to tag along. Percy's mostly going because Luke is going, and Luke is mostly going because Thalia said she might make an appearance. Typical, Percy thinks, watching his best friend glance around in what he believes to be a casual way.

It's not that Percy hates fairs—he loves them, really; he delights in the bright lights and the laughter that seems to push at his ears from all sides. It's a happy place, or at least somewhere people go to be happy, and it's the kind of atmosphere Percy would stay in forever if he could. There are few things Percy loves more than happy people, and the variety of fried food at his disposal is nothing if not a plus.

Never let it be said that Percy doesn't like the way fairs make him feel. But let it be known far and wide that he won't touch those rides that shoot up a million feet in the air, nor will he mess with the ones that spin in circles so quickly, he feels sick just from looking at them.

Percy and the guys lap the fairgrounds twice before they decide to start out easy with the Pharaoh ride. Percy doesn't like that one—doesn't like the sensation of flying anymore than actually flying—so he decides to stand near the exit holding two big jackets and one watered down Mountain Dew. He almost regrets coming. He's never been a huge fan of fair rides save the Ferris wheel and Tilt-A-Whirl, but it's better than spending his Friday night doing the homework due Monday, he guesses.

The guys get off the ride, all of their hair sticking up in a few different directions. Luke ruffles Percy's hair up for good measure, then they all dash off to the Ring of Fire.

Percy stares up at it, contemplating; it would be totally safe to drape all of their belongings over the fence surrounding the ride, of course, so there doesn't have to be a man left behind every time they ride something. Not to mention the fact that Percy bought the unlimited riding wristband alongside everyone else, even if most of the rides are far too dangerous for his taste.

"You coming?" Luke questions, a few steps away. Percy opens his mouth and closes it, and even though he doesn't say anything, his best friend still understands somehow. "Hey, if you're not up to it, it's fine. I know you get a little... you know."

Percy, predictably, feels like a loser—like the one teenager in all of the park who doesn't want to do something reckless, who doesn't like the way wind feels on his face. "I think I'll go get something to eat. Meet you guys after?"

Luke smiles kindly and pats him on the shoulder. "Of course. I'll make sure we ride the Ferris wheel before the night's over, too. I know you like that the most."

Percy gives a short nod, seeing a few more people saunter up to the Ring of Fire. "You better hurry before all the seats are filled."

It takes him a while to find a place that has any hot chocolate left, since it's past eleven and most families have already come and gone after consuming the majority of the fair's supply of warm drinks. It's not much, just chocolate mix poured into some hot water, and the marshmallows have already melted into little white dots of foam, but it cheers Percy up anyways. After all, he's drinking hot chocolate while all of his friends are upside down on a death trap of a ride.

Someone bumps into him from behind and Percy hears a chorus of laughter before he turns. His hand hurts a little, since some hot chocolate spilled upon the collision, but it's not something he can't handle.

"Sorry," the person says, their head turned away from him. Their presence feels familiar—like maybe he's been around them before, like maybe he's heard their voice or their laugh. "My friends are a little... pushy."

Percy smiles at what might or might not have been a pun. "It's fine," he answers, taking a sip of his hot chocolate. It's still boiling hot. His unintended assailant turns away from their friends to look at him, finally, and Percy nearly spits.

"Oh, Percy," Y/N says, pleasantly surprised. "Haven't seen you for a while, partner."

Percy's chest hurts a little, and he's not sure if it's from the scalding hot chocolate or the h/c haired girl in front of him. "Yeah, it's been a while since—"

"Since chemistry, sophomore year," she interrupts, and Percy nods. "Yeah, that was a fun class. I always liked chemistry." He must make a face, because Y/N laughs at him, pretty pink lips parting to show white teeth. Percy is momentarily entranced. "I can't remember you liking it half as much as I did."

"Was a little miserable," Percy admits, though it's an understatement. He was awful at chemistry, barely scraping by with Ds. The only good thing about the class was Y/N—smart, wonderful Y/N who helped him through the vast majority of the worksheets that might as well have been in another language, for all of Percy's understanding of the subject.

"Well, at least you passed, so it's over and done with now," she says, a small smile still tugging at her lips. Percy watches as she zips up her jacket, conscious of the fact that he left his in his car. He kind of wishes he didn't, just so he could have something to tuck his face into, or at the very least serve as a distraction.

"Guess I have you to thank for that," he replies, smiling back tightly when Y/N beams. He's seen her almost every day at school for the past four years, and the only time he's ever talked to her is when they were chemistry lab partners for what might have been the best 40 weeks of his life. There was the occasional hello when they ran into each other during assemblies since, but other than that, Percy hadn't gathered the guts to make it abundantly clear to Y/N that he wants to be her friend. (And he does want to be her friend—Y/N's a good ally to have, for one, and he also feels both smarter and less intelligent just by standing near her. She gives him good vibes. Percy's always loved people like that.)

It looks like Y/N's about to say something, and Percy's prepared to hang onto every word she utters, but one of her friends clears their throat without a hint of subtlety. "Oh, right," Y/N says, like she can't believe herself for being so rude. "This is Percy, guys. And that's Piper, Annabeth, Hazel, and—"

"Thalia," Percy says with a knowing smile, eyes catching on the shortest of the group. "Luke is looking for you."

"Of course he is," one of the girls says, but Percy isn't sure who. Thalia blushes a little, tucking a chunk of her short, dark hair behind her ear.

"I was actually about to go find them, if you want to come with?" Percy was mostly directing the question towards Thalia, but all of the girls take it as an invitation. They begin to walk; Y/N stays closer to him while the other girls drag a little behind.

"So..." Y/N clears her throat, and Percy wishes he would paid attention during his mom's silly romantic comedies on movie night. Maybe then he'd know how to talk to a girl. "Having fun?"

Percy nods immediately, swirling his hot chocolate and carefully stepping over a bundle of thick cords stretching across the walkway. There's a lot of things Percy wants to do in front of Y/N, but most of them involve impressing her and not tripping face-first into the cold, wet grass. "Yeah, I guess. You?"

She shrugs and her elbow hits his. Percy tries his best not to grin at that, but he's never been one for success. "I'm not a huge fan of fairs, personally, but I was physically dragged from my home tonight by them." She tips her head back, gesturing to her friends, and Percy smiles a little. "What?"

"Nothing, nothing," Percy says, raising his eyebrows at her. "Just—no parties to attend? Dates to run off on? Family dinners to sit through?"

"That was sophomore year," Y/N says on a sigh. It sounds mostly relieved, but maybe a little wistful, too."I'm a little more boring now. I read a lot."

"That's—" Percy searches for a word. "Um, that's good. Reading is good for you."

Y/N sends him an amused look. "Do you read, Percy?"

He knows she's teasing him, and he can feel his cheeks heating up. "A—sometimes. A little."

"What's your favorite book?"

"I—" Percy wishes he had a title in his mind—something impressive, something that would make Y/N look at him like she's surprised, but happy he said something. "Um, The Edge of Us?"

Y/N raises an eyebrow, directly translating to an unspoken are you messing with me? Percy keeps a straight face. "By whom?"

"Sally... Jackson," Percy says, admitting defeat.

Y/N snorts, her eyes closing briefly as she laughs at him. "Your mother's book? Really?"

"Well, I didn't have a proper answer!" Percy says, laughing with her. "I figured I could at least promo my mom when I had the chance."

"Unbelievable," Y/N says, pressing her lips together to keep from smiling, and holding his gaze. Percy breaks it first, idly scratching his chest and staring down at his toes. Y/N's no less blinding than she was two years ago.

"There you are, Percy," Luke says appearing on Percy's other side. He leans past him, waving at Y/N. "Hey, you. Doing alright?"

Y/N nods, hair falling to cover her eyes. She shoves them out of the way with a hint of frustration, and Percy has a feeling he's not supposed to find that somewhat cute. "And you? I heard you were looking for a certain someone."

"I absolutely was not," Luke says, though not without a less than amicable clap on Percy's back. Percy smiles serenely at his best friend, nodding to Thalia as if to say, go get 'em, Tiger. "I'll talk to you two later."

He goes to Thalia, after that, and Percy and Y/N share a smug smile. They always were a good team, even back in their chemistry lab days. "They're going to date, aren't they?" Percy questions quietly, watching Luke shrug off his jacket for Thalia as she rubs her arms to warm herself up.

"Of course they are," Y/N says, a little fond.

"Hey, guys, we're going to go hit the Double Shot," Leo calls from where he stands between Hazel and Annabeth, arms reached out to wrap around both of the girls' shoulders. They both look vaguely annoyed but mostly indifferent to Leo's lady-killer antics.

"I think I'll pass," Percy says, at the same time Y/N says, "I hate that one."

"Right, well you two can wallow in your utter lame-ity," Jason says, sending them a smile to let them know that he doesn't mean it. "We'll catch up soon."

"Lame-ity isn't a word, Jason," Y/N informs him with an eye roll, her cheeks a little pink from the cold. Percy looks away, letting his eyes fall on the nearest spinning ride to distract himself. "Call us if you need us."

"Will do," Jason replies, saluting them before he jogs ahead to pounce on Leo's back, nearly making him, along with Hazel and Annabeth, fall. They laugh, and Percy smiles at the group.

"It's been a while since we all hung out," Y/N notes, and Percy nods. Sure, they've met up in pairs and trios here and there, but it's been a long time since they had the whole gang.

"Would have been the year before the last, right? During that trip to the museum." The trip where we got lost because we sneaked off to the Greek and Roman section while everyone else stayed on the tour. You talked us out of getting in trouble with our teacher.

"That was a fun field trip," Y/N says, glancing up at him. She doesn't say so, but he knows she remembers wandering off together just as much as he does.

"Really fun," Percy agrees, pointlessly. He remembers Y/N reaching out to touch a marble statue of Athena, and he remembers not bothering to mention that they weren't allowed to touch the exhibits, just because Y/N looked so full of curiosity.

"Are you still going to go to school for that?" Y/N asks now, just as curious as she was at the museum. "I know it means a lot to you."

Percy shrugs shyly. "Might minor in it."

She smiles to herself, shaking her head. "You do realize that you almost never speak in full sentences, right?"

"Didn't realize," Percy says, then he gives a sheepish smile. "Oh. Guess I do. I mean, I guess I do."

They both laugh for a second, falling quiet just quickly enough to make Percy feel awkward. He wishes he had more to say, if only to keep Y/N from regretting she stayed back with him.

"How are you?" Percy asks, after a while, when they've stopped to watch a ride as it spins in rapid circles, eliciting screams from those on it. He's heard that a lot of fair rides make people feel alive—give them a rush. They really just make Percy feel sick.

"I'm alright, a little cold. Aren't you cold?"

Percy shrugs. His sweater is thick enough, for the most part, and he's wearing another long sleeve shirt underneath it. "'S fine. But, uh, how are you overall? Not just right now, but in general?" I remember you had a tough time with your parents sophomore year. I hope it's worked itself out.

"I'm... Better." She nods to herself, raising her eyebrows when a particularly high-pitched scream interrupts her. "Mom and Dad got divorced the summer of sophomore year."

Percy's heart sinks for her, and he drops his eyes to the patchy grass, digging the toe of his shoe into the dirt. "That—That really sucks. And I'm sorry that you had to go through it."

"It's not your fault, Percy," Y/N says, nothing but genuine. "Thank you, though."

There's a lull in the conversation, and Percy feels like he's dampened her mood, like Y/N's whole night might be ruined if he doesn't do something about it.

"You like the Ferris wheel?" Percy finds himself asking, without really thinking too much about the implications of the words.

"I can't say I'm the biggest fan of heights," Y/N says, almost apologetic.

Percy nods immediately. "I know the feeling, believe me. Nearly died of fear when I first got on a plane." He gives a little self-deprecating chuckle, remembering the irritated sighs of the woman beside him, the stewardess who hovered by his side for a good portion of the flight, making sure that he didn't get sick on other fliers. "Like the Ferris wheel, though. Good view."

"Riveting as your sentence fragments are," Y/N says with a smirk, "I'd really like to get some cotton candy."

"I'll walk with you," Percy offers, half because he doesn't want her to go alone and half because he doesn't want to be alone.

"Thanks," Y/N replies, pushing her hands inside her jacket pockets. "It sucks to be alone at places like these, I'd think."

Percy hums like he agrees, though he isn't really sure what she means. "It would be lonely."

"You're a man of even fewer words than I remember." She sounds a lot teasing and a little something else, but Percy has trouble pinning it down.

"It was chemistry," he tries to explain. "I had a lot of questions. And I was a sophomore, which means I was at least double the amount of annoying I am now. Probably talked your ear off."

"Either you didn't, or I didn't mind," Y/N responds, nudging him with her elbow. "There's the guys, over there, if you want to join them. I can walk the rest of the way myself."

Percy opens up his mouth to tell her that it's fine, that he doesn't mind spending a few more minutes by her side, but then he realizes the nearest food stand is maybe five feet away and he might come off as a little, well, stupid. He nods. "Alright. I'll see you."

He comes up behind Luke and shoves his cold hand beneath his best friend's collar, laughing when Luke jumps a good foot in the air. "You fucker," Luke says, distrust in his eyes.

"It was just an excuse to fondle you, simmer down," Percy jokes, rolling his eyes at his friend. "How was the—what was it, Double Shot?"

"Absolutely terrifying," Luke says with a manic little grin. "But, that's the fun in it, I guess. Not knowing when you're about to plummet to the bottom of the ride. Nothing gets the blood pumping like the potential for death."

"Someone's feeling morbid tonight," Thalia says mildly, giving Luke a bewildered look. He shrugs, offering up an explanation of marathoning scary movies with Nico the weekend before.

"The fair closes at 1 AM," Jason announces to the group at large. "We can probably hit, like, three more rides with all of the lines."

"Ferris wheel last," Percy suggests. "That's all I care about."

"Yes, Percy, we know about your weird obsession with the lamest ride here."

Percy frowns at Leo. "It's not lame—"

"Just clichéd," Y/N puts in, appearing next to Annabeth. Percy narrows his eyes at her while she innocently pulls off a little cloud of cotton candy. "It's not a bad thing; it just is."

"At least my ride has a lower death rate," Percy grumbles, and either no one hears him or they don't believe it deserves a response.

Someone drops a mention of Gravitron, and it's only a few minutes before their group stands before the spaceship-like ride, chatting among themselves while they wait for their turn. Percy watches the ride spin with nauseating rapidity, eventually turning to watch a guy throw rings at bottles in an attempt to win some cheap stuffed animal that'll probably start threading in a week.

The child at his heel squeals in delight when she gets one of the smallest prizes available, the man only managing to land one ring on a bottleneck, and Percy can't remember being that grateful as a child. She's got to be a good kid, one of those that people never mind having around, regardless of age and whether or not they like children at all.

"What are you thinking about so deeply over here?" Y/N says from somewhere behind him. Percy glances over his shoulder, and when he looks back to the booth, the man and his kid are nowhere to be seen.

"Nothing, just didn't want to look at the ride anymore. It was making me kind of dizzy." Percy nearly smacks his palm to his forehead, feeling weak and idiotic for admitting that he's pretty squeamish, as far as fast moving objects and heights go. Pop in the goriest movie you can think of, and Percy will barely blink an eye, but threaten to push him on the Ring of Fire and he'll probably faint before you can even escort him to his seat.

"It's actually fun, I promise," Y/N says. "You don't really feel the spinning because you're going so fast."

"Ugh," Percy mutters, rubbing his eye with the heel of his hand. "How do people get a kick out of this stuff, honestly?"

Y/N hums in agreement, glancing at the line to make sure their group doesn't go on without her. "I've gathered that Luke is a bit of an amusement park junkie?"

"He is." Percy remembers the eighth grade field trip to Busch Gardens, and the swim team trip to Universal Studios. Luke certainly has a thing for adrenaline. "I think the feeling reminds him of performing."

"He performs?"

"Yeah, like, in a band."

"Oh." Y/N scuffs her foot on the ground. "Who else is in the band?"

"I was, originally," Percy mentions off-handedly. "But that was a long time ago. It's just him, Nico, and this college drop-out Luke now. They're really good."

"What did you do?"

"Nothing. I just decided I didn't want to be in it anymore, since I didn't contribute a whole lot. I still help Luke with songwriting here and there, though."

"I meant, like," Y/N gestures like she isn't sure how to word what she's saying. "Did you play an instrument, or...?"

"Oh!" Percy coughs even if his throat doesn't have an itch, pulling his long sleeves down until they're about mid-palm. "Mostly guitar. Sang a teensy bit, but not much more than that. Luke is better at guitar than I am. And, well, you've heard his voice, I'm sure. Sounds like a damn angel. But, like, a manly, sexier one." Oh, God, Percy thinks, in absolute dismay. What am I even saying?

"A manly, sexy angel," Y/N muses. "An apt description. I had no clue angels had access to so much hair dye."

Percy laughs so hard, his ribs hurt a little. Y/N laughs, too, but mostly she just looks happy that she made him laugh. Percy finds that it's easy to remember why he wanted—wants—to be Y/N's friend as bad as he does.

"You'll miss your ride," he says after his chuckles have mostly died out. There's still a small smile that won't leave his face.

"I've been on it before," Y/N responds with a one-shouldered shrug, seemingly unconcerned. "I'd much rather talk about manly and sexy angels."

"What have I done?" Percy asks, rubbing his forehead, pretending to be a lot more regretful than he really is. Percy doesn't really mind when Y/N teases him, or, at least, he doesn't mind as much as he should. "I'm not going to live this down, am I?"

"Of course not," Y/N says easily. "Where would the fun be in that?"

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prevdustinhendrsn · 5 years

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under that starry summer sky

lucas sinclair/max mayfield 2.9k - read on ao3 requested by anonymous from this list: 86. ‘I’ll walk you home.’

a/n: hello and welcome to my summer of ‘85 lumax one-shot, composed entirely of fluff, milkshake mustache kisses, lucas ‘holy shit max mayfield is my girlfriend’ sinclair, and my all-time favorite trope that I’ll use in every single fic until the day I die: the big ‘I love you’ revelation.

The party’s lazy day in Mike’s air-conditioned basement ends when Will, sprawled on the carpet, lets out the first yawn.

“I need to get home,” he sighs, dropping the colored pencil in his hand. Lucas eyes his sketchpad. The topmost drawing is only half-finished, but it looks suspiciously like the midsummer carnival’s Ferris wheel, bright rainbow lights and all. The carnival isn’t for another month – how does he even remember that much detail?

“Yeah, me too. Gotta feed my frogs ‘cause my mom isn’t gonna remember,” Dustin says, stretched out on the couch with an arm slung over his eyes. Across from him lies El, face screwed up in concentration as she works on the puzzle floating several feet above her face, several tissues stuck up one nostril. All the pieces are scattered in the air around the portion of puzzle that she’s completed already; she sorts through, finds, and attaches the pieces she needs all without lifting a finger. It’s unbelievable, yet here she is, forcing them all to believe.

“Do we have plans tomorrow, Mike?” Lucas asks. He’s sat at the rickety old table in the middle of the basement along with Max, who’s tipping dangerously on the back legs of her chair just to see how far she can go by balance alone, and Mike, who’s hunched over a spread of papers for D&D, pencil rapidly spinning between his fingers.

“Up to you guys,” he says absently, chewing his lip.

“Let’s go to the pool,” El suggests. Dustin groans, swinging off the couch and onto his feet.

“We’ve been to the pool like four times this week.”

“It’s a million degrees outside,” Will interjects. “We can’t not go to the pool at least four times a week. We’ll melt.”

“Grow up,” Max drawls, eyes closed. “This is normal California weather in, like, April.” Her tongue sticks out between her teeth as she concentrates on not falling over; Lucas thinks it’s adorable.

“Hey, Max?” Dustin says, his voice suddenly too sickly-sweet to mean anything good.

“Yeah?”

He crosses the room and sticks his foot under one of the suspended chair legs, promptly shoving it up and sending Max crashing to the ground. He doubles over in cackling laughter and Mike snorts as she gapes at him from the ground, sputtering out swears.

“You fucking asshole! I swear one day I’m going to throw you off the goddamn quarry –“

“It was funny!” he yells in protest, grinning wide. Max flips him off, but Lucas can see the telltale curve of a reluctant smile on her lips.

“Sorry, Max, but it was kind of funny,” Will says light-heartedly, collecting his art supplies. Lucas gets to his feet and holds out a hand to his defeated girlfriend.

“I didn’t think it was funny,” he says loyally, hauling her up. She rolls her eyes.

“Sure you didn’t. Are we leaving too?”

“Let me know if you guys want to do something tomorrow,” Mike says, his gaze still focused on his game planning.

“El, are we taking you home?” Will asks. El shakes her head.

“Hopper is picking me up later. See you tomorrow!”

After a chorus of goodbyes, the four of them are out the door. The evening is humid and clingy, just as it’s been all summer; streaks of indigo paint the orange sky, the sunset a hazy golden mirage on the horizon.

“Goddamn summer, man,” Dustin huffs as they head up to yard to the street. “Eight-thirty and it’s barely even dark.”

“I like it,” Max says, hoisting her skateboard under her arm. A fond smile crosses her face. “California summers always last forever. They’re great.”

Lucas looks over at her. Her hair blazes in the glow of the sunset, the sharp planes of her face illuminated in fire. Radiant, beautiful, always.

“See you guys tomorrow?” Will asks, pulling his bike up from the lawn.

“I’ll radio after breakfast,” Dustin says as he adjusts his walkie-talkie mic. “El wants to go swimming so that’s probably what we’ll do, knowing Mike.”

“Ten-four. Night, guys.” Lucas salutes and Dustin copies with a laugh, and then he and Will take off down the street.

Max idly spins one of the wheels on her skateboard, looking up at Lucas. “What now?”

“Whatever you want. Meg’s is still open, or I’ll walk you home?”

He always walks her home after days like these, despite the fact that she lives half a mile away and he’s just two houses down. At first she had adamantly refused, saying it wasn’t logical for him to go all that way and honestly, I can take care of myself just fine, thanks. Lucas couldn’t help but laugh. Believe me, Max, all of Hawkins knows you can take care of yourself, he had said. I just like spending time with you. Much to his delight, she relented, and each walk home – or sometimes bike-slash-skateboard ride – is a valued memory of his.

Now, though, she hesitates, eyes dropping to her shoes, and Lucas recognizes what’s going on immediately.

“Or you can stay at my house tonight, if you want,” he adds. She sighs.

“I’m sorry, Lucas, I just – it’s been bad, the last few days, and I wouldn’t ask if –“

“Max.” Lucas plants his hands on her shoulders and she wearily looks up at him, her expression somewhere between hope and reluctance. “It’s okay. I get it, dude. It’s not a problem. You know you’re always welcome at my house. My family loves you.”

She takes a deep breath, and with her nod comes a smile. “Yeah. Okay. Thanks, Lucas.”

He smiles back at her, because how can he not? “Anytime. Milkshakes?”

“Milkshakes,” she agrees.

She discards her skateboard in the Wheelers’ lawn, to be picked up on their way back, and takes Lucas’ hand. He tries not to smile too wide.

Hawkins is tranquil and undisturbed on this sticky summer night. As the sky darkens, the streetlamps flicker to life, dotting the street with patches of dim yellow halogen. The occasional rustling of trees is accompanied by the scuffle of Max’s and Lucas’ shoes on the asphalt, and with their hands swinging between them, Lucas feels a warm sense of peace drift through him.

They discuss whatever comes to mind as they walk (mostly the new video games that the arcade is getting next week) and it doesn’t take long before they get to Meg’s, the closest thing to a diner Hawkins has after Benny’s Burgers shut down. A rush of cool air greets them as they step inside, the entire restaurant lit up in neon purples and pinks. After ordering a chocolate milkshake for Max, a strawberry one for Lucas, and a large side of fries because they’re both sad suckers for the comfort food combination of both, they take a booth near the window.

“Do you think El will be able to come to school this year?” Max asks offhandedly as they wait for their food, drumming her nails on the checkered tabletop. The neon lights cast a soft purple glow over her sun-kissed face and dye her hair a bright magenta.

Lucas shrugs. “Maybe. Mike said she and Hopper have been fighting nonstop about it. Technically her safety year isn’t up until December, so…Hopper’s just looking out for her.”

Max nods, leaning back in the booth. “Why does she have to hide so much anyways? I thought the lab was closed for good.”

“There could be more labs, I guess. More experiments that would want to find her.”

“I can’t believe she’s our friend.” Max shakes her head. “She’s so cool.”

Lucas grins. Despite Max’s constant no-shits-given attitude, she really looks up to El and he can see how highly she thinks of their telekinetic friend. “Yeah, she is. I didn’t always think that, back when we first met her.”

“Really?”

He shakes his head. “I thought she was against us, sabotaging us and keeping us from finding Will. But I was way, way wrong. She’s a good person. She’s been through a lot.”

Max pulls her lip between her teeth, eyeing him. “Mike loves her.” It isn’t a question – how could it be, to anyone who has eyes?

“Well, yeah. She’s everything to him.”

Max grins, presumably at the blush Lucas can feel rising in his cheeks. “You’re such a sap, dude.” He rolls his eyes.

“You brought it up!”

She starts to say something but then their food arrives and she changes tack at warp speed. “Oh my God, that looks amazing. It smells amazing. Am I drooling? I have to be. Save me, Lucas.”

He snorts, picking up some fries at the same time that she grabs for them with some kind of freaky animalistic instinct. He watches amusedly as she crams them into her mouth, giving a moan that’s way too obscene for a diner.

“Don’t choke, man,” he says, wincing. “Don’t you want some ketchup or something? Max, seriously, when was the last time you ate –“

“’M ffn,” she mumbles in a highly protestant tone, completely incomprehensible because of the absurd amount of food in her mouth. Lucas laughs, unsure whether to stop her for her own good or just let her go.

“Here.” He tears the paper off a straw and dunks it in her milkshake, sliding it across the table to her. “Drink this before you suffocate.”

She rolls her eyes but the overall effect is diminished by her bulging chipmunk-cheeks. She finally gets a breath and takes a huge gulp of the milkshake.

“Better?”

“Those fries are the best fries I’ve ever had,” she says with a heavy sigh, gazing at the basket longingly. “I love these fries. I’d marry these fries.”

Lucas smiles, unwrapping another straw. “Date them instead, then. Who needs poor pitiful me when you’ve got potatoes?”

“Damn right,” she says with a grin, watching him take a drink of his milkshake. When he sets the glass down her expression shifts to amusement, laughter bubbling up in her voice. “You, um, you got something there.”

He already knows – he can feel the cold foam across his upper lip – but he forces himself to keep a straight face as he looks at her innocently. “Hm?”

Max’s mouth twitches, a glint in her eyes, and then before he can move she leans across the table and kisses the entire strawberry milkshake moustache right off him. All of his brain processes freeze up and he gapes at her, eyes wide as she sits back, looking extremely smug despite the slight reddening of her ears.

He’s straight up malfunctioning as a human being. “Did you – did you just –“

She nods, clearly pleased with herself. “I did. Not bad, right?”

He blinks, his fingers absently ghosting across his lips before he breaks into an incredulous grin. This girl. “That was the cheesiest thing I’ve ever seen. And pretty awesome. You’re crazy.”

She beams. “You were asking for it.” She pops another fry in her mouth, scrutinizing him, and when she finishes she says, “Kiss me again?”

Despite the sun having fully set and the clock nearing ten by the time they leave the diner, the air outside is just as sultry and hot as it was before. The streets stretch out before them, empty and quiet, trees rustling in the dark distance beyond the edges of the concrete. Max swings a plastic sack from her hand as they walk; it’s filled with more fries that she had ordered before they left. Her other hand is loosely interlaced with Lucas’.

“Do you want to go see a movie or something this weekend?” Lucas asks. “Just us?”

“D’aw, are you asking me on a date?”

“I mean, only if you want to –“

She swerves into his side, playfully nudging him with her elbow. “Yes, Stalker. I want to go to a movie. Just us. Not that I don’t enjoy doubling up with Mike and El, but…”

Lucas blows out a breath. “Yeah. Their level of PDA and a dark theater isn’t a good mix for anyone who wants to keep their popcorn down.”

“Exactly. Hey, hold this.”

She hands him the sack of fries and steps behind him. Before he can figure out what she’s doing she leaps up onto his back, arms around his neck and legs around his waist. Her whole body rumbles against him as she laughs while he staggers under the sudden weight, tipping back and forth on the street. After a second he regains his balance, squeezing her thighs against his sides.

“Shit, Max,” he laughs, starting forward again at a much slower rate. She keeps on laughing, her hair swinging back and forth and tickling his face. Something deep in his bones tugs at him then, swelling his heart with a surge of happy emotions. It’s just the two of them in the wind, carefree, and Lucas realizes the emotion that’s pressing outwards against his skin, threatening to burst through in a spectrum of light, is probably love.

Love? I love Max?

It’s the first time he’s thought it, but it doesn’t feel out of place. It feels like a truth that was there all along finally being brought back into the light where it belongs.

“Earth to Sinclair. What are you thinking about?” Max says, pushing her knee into his side to get his attention. He refocuses on the street ahead of him, brushing away his thoughts.

“Just you.”

“Typical. Everyone’s always thinking about me, Mad Max Mayfield, coolest person in town. Just out of curiosity though, not because I care, what about me?”

Making sure his pace is steady and he’s not about to trip over a rock, he risks craning his head back to look at her. Her features are relaxed, her smile soft, fondness in her eyes despite her tone.

Yeah. Probably love.

He’s screwed.

“Trying to decide just how pissed you’ll be if I dump you off my back right now.”

“You wouldn’t.”

He smiles, that warm something filling up his lungs. “No, I wouldn’t.”

“Why do we have to be so sneaky?” Max hisses as they tiptoe through Lucas’ kitchen.

“Because my parents are asleep, and if Erica sees us, she’ll never shut up,” he whispers, depositing the bag of fries on the island counter for their breakfast. He gestures back down the hall and they start making their way up the carpeted stairs.

“She doesn’t shut up. I mean I love her, but.”

“See?”

They manage to make it into Lucas’ room without running into any loud-mouthed sisters and as soon as he shuts the door, Max kicks off her shoes, drops her skateboard, and collapses on his bed with a luxurious sigh.

“I don’t wanna sound weird, but I love your bed. It’s awesome.”

He nods approvingly, pushing open the closet door. “It definitely is. Do you want your stuff?”

She started spending nights at his house earlier this spring, him on the floor and her on the bed, and they both came to an unspoken agreement that it was just easier for her to keep her essential stuff here in one of Lucas’ old backpacks in the corner of his closet. Pajamas, a toothbrush, an extra change of clothes, stuff like that.

“Not yet. Just…lay with me for a minute?” she asks quietly.

“Oh. Yeah, okay.”

He tugs off his shoes and climbs up next to her, leaving what he hopes is a respectable amount of distance between them. She rolls onto her side, back pressed against the wall below the window. Her hand reaches out to tug on his shirt.

“You can get closer than that. I’m not gonna stick my fangs in your neck.”

“Yet,” Lucas mumbles, shifting closer all the same until she tangles their legs together.

And then it’s just her and her soft breathing, her eyes that glitter in the dark and her warm presence. Everything that makes her Max, all right here with him. Sometimes it’s hard for him to believe. Max.

“Thanks for letting me stay,” she whispers.

“Anytime. I like it when you’re here.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. I like you.”

“That’s a relief,” she says with the smallest hint of a laugh. He smiles even though it’s too dark to see. Time slips and slides, their eyelids getting heavier and heavier with each moment.

“Max?”

“Present.”

“I’m glad I met you. I know the circumstances kind of sucked, but…”

For a moment he’s afraid he said the wrong thing – he didn’t exactly think it through – but then her fingertips press into his chest, his shoulder, searching, until they trace down his arm and fold into his hand.

“I’m glad I met you too.” She leans forward, gently pressing her lips to his. It’s warm and sweet and fills him with a kind of joy only Max seems to be able to create. A few moments pass before she pulls away, her voice slightly more tired and slurred this time. “I’m falling asleep.”

“Me too.”

She pulls their hands up to rest on the bed between their chests. “You don’t have to sleep on the floor.”

“Do you want me to?”

“Not really.”

“Okay.”

“Cool.”

He squeezes her hand, and she squeezes back, and the sweet summer night slides by until they fall asleep side by side.

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bechloeislegit · 5 years

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25 Days of BeChloe Christmases

DAY 16 - LAST CALL CHRISTMAS

Prompt from FanFiction User malexfaith: Follow up Christmas story from Last Call where Beca and Chloe spend Christmas together in L.A.

A/N: This is a follow up to my story Last Call. You don't have to read it to understand this story, but it couldn't hurt.

Please see special A/N at the end. Thank you.

Beca's thoughts were a jumble as she floated in the water. It was hard to see anything because of the darkness that enveloped her. She seemed to be suspended in the water, not moving in any direction. Just floating lifelessly in the same spot. Neither alive nor dead.

"Maybe I should just give up. No one will miss me anyway. I pushed everyone who cared about me out of my life. I pushed Chloe into the arms of Chicago. Did she ever love me?"

"Of course I did, Beca. I still do." Chloe's voice was somehow in her head. Beca looked around to find her. She started thrashing about in the water.

"Where are you?" Beca's eyes suddenly open. "Chloe!"

Chloe heard Beca's scream and ran into her bedroom. Beca was sitting up breathing heavily as tears ran down her face.

"Hey, it's okay," Chloe said sitting on the bed and pulling Beca to her. "I'm here. You're okay."

"I was in the water," Beca cried. "I, I."

"Shhh," Chloe said. "It was just a dream. I promise. Everything's okay."

Chloe pulled back and put her hands on Beca's face so she'd look at her. "I'm here. I'm real. You can see me and feel me."

Beca swallowed and looked at Chloe. She put her hands on top of Chloe's. "I can see you. I can feel you. I'm okay."

"Better now?"

"Yeah," Beca said softly. "Thanks."

"No problem," Chloe said.

Chloe went to stand and Beca grabbed her by the wrist. "Would you, um, maybe stay with me."

"Sure, Becs," Chloe said and sat on the edge of the bed.

"No," Beca said. "I meant, stay and, um, lay with me."

"Beca Mitchell asking for a cuddle," Chloe said with a smile. "I'm in."

Beca let out a small laugh and moved over in the bed so Chloe could slide in. Chloe fixed the covers over them and snuggled into Beca.

"Do you want to talk about it?"

"Just flashbacks I guess," Beca said. "Being in the water. Being exhausted and wanting to give up."

"I'm glad you didn't," Chloe said. "It's been almost a year and I get nightmares of listening to your voicemail while sitting in that diner on the other side of the country. I don't think I've ever been so scared in my life."

Beca pulled Chloe closer. "Do you remember when we talked in the hospital? About just being friends. And maybe later we could talk about dating."

"Yeah," Chloe said her, hand playing with the collar of Beca's tee she wore to bed.

"So, have you thought about it?" Beca took a deep breath and let it out. "Thought about us trying to be a couple again?"

"All the time," Chloe said quietly. "I love you, Becs. I've just been waiting and hoping that you'd forgive me and would want to be more than just friends."

"I forgave you a long time ago, Chloe," Beca said. "While I was in the water that day, I realized that life is too short not to forgive. That you could be missing out on something great. So, I had forgiven you but I couldn't forget. When we spoke in the hospital, I wasn't ready for us to be anything more than friends because I was still hurting."

"I am sorry about being the one that caused you pain," Chloe said tears stinging her eyes. "I'm serious about spending the rest of my days proving that I still love you. I'm also glad that we got our friendship back. That means the world to me."

"Me, too," Beca said and yawned. "Sorry."

"That's okay," Chloe said. "Let's talk more tomorrow. For now, let's go to sleep."

"M'kay," Beca said as her eyes closed.

Chloe laid there in the dark and listened to Beca breathe. It didn't take long for Beca to be asleep and Chloe kissed her cheek before setting down to sleep herself.

"I will make you fall in love with me again, Beca Mitchell."

~25 Days~ ~25 Days~ ~25 Days~ ~25 Days~

The next morning, Beca had gone to the studio and Chloe called Aubrey to talk. During their conversation, Chloe told Aubrey about the conversation she and Beca had after Beca's nightmare.

"So, you and Beca are going to start dating again?"

"I think so," Chloe said. "She brought it up last night after she had a nightmare about being in the water after the ferry accident. I told her I still love her and she told me she had forgiven me for the whole thing with Chicago. I think we're going to move forward and try and rekindle our romantic relationship."

"Be careful, Chloe. Don't read too much into it until she actually asks you out."

"I could always ask her out."

"Are you sure you want to do that?"

"I do, but I know it's best if I wait for her to make the first move. I don't want to scare her off."

"Good plan," Aubrey said with a smile. "Speaking of plans, what are you doing for Christmas?"

"Beca and I are just staying home," Chloe said. "My folks are going on a cruise and Beca's dad is going to spend it with Sheila's family in Louisiana. I asked Beca about inviting her mom to L.A. to spend Christmas with us, but I don't think she's called her yet. Why? What are you and Stacie doing?" Chloe let out a squeal. "I know, why don't you guys come out to L.A.?"

"Well, actually, Amy and I have been working on a Bellas reunion at Christmas," Aubrey said.

Chloe squealed. "Really?"

"Yeah," Aubrey said. "And, since Beca's schedule is the hardest to work with, we decided to have it in L.A. We're planning to arrive on Christmas Eve and stay until the day after New Year's. Everyone's already taken time off from their jobs to be there."

"This is so exciting," Chloe said. "Why is the first I'm hearing of this?"

"I didn't want to say anything until we worked it all out," Aubrey said. "As of right now, everyone but CR can make it. She's stationed somewhere in Germany and can't get home for the holiday."

"It's been a year since we've seen everyone," Chloe said. "And that was only because of Beca's accident. It will be nice to get together to celebrate something fun."

"That's what we thought," Aubrey said. "Do you think you and Beca can do a call with me and Amy later tonight? We may need to use her place for a lot our activities."

"I'll talk to her," Chloe said. "What time do you want to do the call?"

"Amy said she could do between nine and ten our time," Aubrey said. "So, sometime between six and seven for you guys."

"Let's do six-thirty," Chloe said. "Beca had to go into the studio but said she'd be home by six at the latest."

"Okay," Aubrey said. "I'll tell Amy and you guys call us when you're ready."

"Got it," Chloe said. "Hey, what's Stacie going to do about Bella? I can't believe she would want to be away from her for Christmas."

"We're bringing her with us," Aubrey said. "And Stacie's mom is coming, too. She'll take care of Bella while we do our thing with the Bellas. So, be prepared to have a very excited two-year-old for Christmas."

"Oh, my gosh," Chloe squealed. "I can't wait!"

"I have to go," Aubrey said. "I'll talk to you later."

"Bye, Brey," Chloe said and disconnected the call.

~25 Days~ ~25 Days~ ~25 Days~ ~25 Days~

Beca was home at five and Chloe greeted her as she came in.

"You're earlier than you said," Chloe said with a smile.

"Yeah," Beca said. "I got as far as I could so the rest will have to wait until Monday."

"Good," Chloe said. "We need to talk."

"Oh, right," Beca said. "We did say we'd talk about things today."

"We'll have that talk, too," Chloe said. "This talk is about Christmas."

"Can I change clothes and get a beer first?"

"You go change and I'll get the beer for you."

"Thanks," Beca said. "I'll only be about ten minutes."

Beca went upstairs to change and Chloe pulled two beers from the refrigerator. She walked into the living room and sat on the sofa, setting the beers on the coffee table.

Beca came down and Chloe handed her a beer. They clinked the bottles and both took a sip.

"Ahhh," Beca said. "That's just what I needed. Now, what's to talk about for Christmas?"

"I spoke with Aubrey today," Chloe said. "She and Amy have been organizing a Bellas Christmas reunion here in L.A."

"Everyone's coming here?"

"Yep. Amy's helping with airfare and Aubrey's coordinating flight times and pickups."

"Sounds like fun."

"Amy and Aubrey want to have a call tonight around six-thirty to talk to us about it."

"If they're organizing everything, why do they need to talk to us?"

"The might need to use your place for some of the get-togethers."

"It's our place and is anyone staying here with us?"

Chloe got a big grin on her face when Beca called it 'our' place. "I don't know yet. They didn't say."

"Okay, I guess we'll find out more when we talk." Beca stood up. "How about we order pizza for dinner? Or did you already plan something?"

"I didn't plan anything," Chloe said. "I was hoping it would be a pizza night."

"Good," Beca said. "I've been wanting pizza all day. Is it okay with you if we order now?"

"That's fine with me," Chloe said.

~25 Days~ ~25 Days~ ~25 Days~ ~25 Days~

"Let's call Amy and Aubrey," Chloe said grabbing another slice of pizza.

"Okay," Beca said and got up to retrieve her laptop.

Beca moved the pizza boxes out of the way and set the laptop on the coffee table. She pulled up Skype and got Amy and Aubrey connected.

"Chloe already filled me in a bit on what you're planning," Beca said. "Why don't you guys tell us what you've done so far and then I can ask questions."

"Sounds like a good plan," Aubrey said.

Aubrey and Amy spent twenty minutes going over what they'd planned so far. Beca and Chloe were eating their pizza and nodding as the two blondes spoke.

"So, what do you think, Beca?," Aubrey asked.

"I don't have a problem with holding most of the get-togethers here," Beca replied. "Does anyone need a place to crash as well? I have an extra room-"

"We actually have two rooms someone can use," Chloe interrupted.

"Two?"

"Yeah," Chloe said looking at Beca. "I can sleep in your room and someone can use mine and then there's the guest room."

"Oh," Beca said. "That makes sense." She turns back to the screen to Amy and Aubrey smirking at her. "What? It's not like we haven't shared a room before."

"Okay," Aubrey said. "Most of us have made our reservations. But, um, Emily, Jessica, and Ashley may need to stay with you. I'll let you know for sure by Tuesday. We need to firm everything up by Thursday. Christmas is in ten days."

"Beca," Amy said. "Are you going to decorate for Christmas?"

Beca looked around the apartment. "I did decorate."

"I tried to tell her we needed more," Chloe said.

"Um, Chloe, can you take care of the decorations?," Aubrey asked.

"Don't worry," Chloe said. "I'll take care of it."

"What's wrong with my decorations?," Beca asked with a frown on her face.

"We'll talk later, Becs," Chloe said taking Beca's hand and giving it a squeeze.

They continued discussing plans until they were at a good stopping point.

"I think that's all we can do for now," Aubrey said. "I'll send everyone's flight schedules and an itinerary to you in the next couple of days."

"Sounds good," Chloe said. "This is going to be so much fun. Thanks, Brey. Thanks, Amy."

"Yeah, um, thanks," Beca chimed in.

"Talk you later," Aubrey said and signed off.

"I'll call you soon, Beca," Amy said before signing off as well.

Beca chewed her bottom lip as she looked around her apartment. "Seriously, what's wrong with my decorations?"

~25 Days~ ~25 Days~ ~25 Days~ ~25 Days~

Chloe dragged Beca out shopping the next day. Beca would usually balk but she did need to get the Bellas gifts because she wasn't expecting to be seeing them for Christmas, especially not in her apartment.

Chloe wanted to pick up a few things for Bella to open, as well as more decorations for the apartment.

They were exhausted by the time they got home. Beca put all her bags in her room to go through later.

"Becs, if you put a label on the gifts, I can wrap everything for you," Chloe offered.

"Would you?"

"Sure," Chloe said. "I'm already on Winter Break so I have time. I'll also put up the new decorations tomorrow."

"I still don't know what's wrong with the decorations I have," Beca said.

"Beca, I love you, but the three wise men on your fireplace mantle and a replica of Charlie Brown's Christmas tree in the corner is not decorating."

"Then, I guess it's a good thing I have my own personal Christmas elf to help me out," Beca said with a grin. "You have full reign to do as you wish."

"Really?" At Beca's nod, Chloe throws herself in Beca's arms. "Thank you."

Beca holds Chloe a bit longer than normal and finally pulls back. Beca clears her throat.

"So, um, maybe we should have that talk now," Beca said.

"Oh, um, okay," Chloe said and moved to sit on the sofa.

Beca did the same and turned so she was facing Chloe. Beca cleared her throat.

"I, uh," Beca started and stopped. "I want to clear the air about the whole Chicago thing. I, uh, didn't handle things well and my only defense is that it hurt like hell to see you kiss him and then tell me you wanted to see where things went with him. I know we hadn't been together for very long when it all happened, but I, um, I couldn't wrap my head around how you could so easily want to be with Chicago after only knowing him for a week, and could so easily throw me away when we'd known each for seven years."

As Chloe listened to Beca, tears came to her eyes. It hurt to hear how badly she hurt Beca with her insecurities, doubt, and overall stupidity. Truth be told, Chloe is glad Beca forgave her enough to be friends again. But, does she deserve for Beca to give her another chance at being something more than friends? She hoped Beca thought she did.

Chloe felt the tears start to fall. "I didn't throw you away, Beca. I'm sorry you felt like I did. And, I don't have an answer for you as to why I did it. I wish I did, but I don't."

"This past year has shown me that we can still be friends," Beca said.

"If that's all we are," Chloe said through her tears. "Then, that's all we are. I will always love you, Beca, but I understand."

"Wait," Beca said holding up her hand. "It's been two years since the thing with Chicago happened. I spent the first year without you in my life, and it sucked. I've spent the second year with you here as my best friend, and it's been great. I, um, I think that we could, um, we could be something greater. I guess what I'm trying to say is-."

Beca swallowed and looked at Chloe. She smiled and reached up to wipe the tears from Chloe's cheek.

"What I'm trying to say is," Beca continued. "Would you like to go out on a date with me?"

Chloe blinked a couple of times as she stared at Beca. Her mind trying to comprehend that Beca just asked her out on a date.

"I'd love to," Chloe finally said. "I'd absolutely love to."

Beca smiled. "Okay. Great. I'll, uh, plan something for Friday night? Are you free Friday night? Or we could do Saturday if that's better. Or whatever night you want."

"Friday night is perfect," Chloe said. "I want to thank you, Beca."

"For?"

"Giving me a second chance," Chloe said. "I know you didn't have to. So, thank you."

"Could we not tell the Bellas? At least not until we see where this might go. I don't want the reunion to be all about us."

"I agree."

~25 Days~ ~25 Days~ ~25 Days~ ~25 Days~

Chloe spent the next day decorating the apartment. Beca came home and stopped inside the doorway. She looked right and then scanned all the around the room ending to her left. It looked amazing.

"What do you think?" Chloe stood in front of Beca looking a bit worried. "Is it too much?"

"No," Beca said. "It's perfect. I love it. Thank you for doing all this. It looks amazing."

Chloe beamed and hugged Beca. Beca hugged her back.

"I need to check on dinner," Chloe said and hurried into the kitchen.

Beca set her bag by the door and went to the Christmas tree that was sitting in the corner with gifts already placed underneath. Beca checked it out and Chloe had already wrapped all the gifts Beca had bought.

"Get in here, Becs," Chloe called from the kitchen. "Dinner's ready."

Beca walked into the kitchen. "I can't believe you did all the decorating and wrapped all my presents for me. You really are a magical Christmas elf."

Chloe just gave her a beaming Beale smile and plated their dinner.

~25 Days~ ~25 Days~ ~25 Days~ ~25 Days~

Friday was here and Beca was getting ready for work. She had chosen her outfit for her date with Chloe and placed it in a garment bag. She wanted it to be like a real date so she was going to change at the studio and pick Chloe up from the apartment.

"Be ready by six-thirty," Beca said as she sipped her coffee. "I made reservations for dinner at seven. Wear something nice but not too dressy."

"I'm really excited about this, Beca," Chloe said.

"Me, too," Beca said with a smile.

Later that afternoon, Chloe was trying to find the perfect outfit. She Skyped Aubrey to help her.

"Come on, Brey," Chloe whined. "I need to find the perfect outfit for my date tonight."

"I can't believe you're going on a date," Aubrey said. "What happened to you and Beca trying again."

"We...will," Chloe said. "I just couldn't say no to this date. I just want to see where it goes."

"Isn't that how you lost Beca the first time?" Aubrey's tone was cold and Chloe bit her lip.

"Look, you can’t tell anyone what I'm about to tell you," Chloe said. "Not even Stacie. I need your best friend promise."

Aubrey looked at Chloe and sighed. "Fine, I give my best friend promise that I won't tell anyone what you're about to tell me."

Chloe took a deep breath and let it out. "My date tonight is with Beca."

Aubrey's brows furrowed in confusion and then a smile lit up her face. "Chloe! That's great news. The girls are going to flip."

"No," Chloe said. "No. We are not telling the Bellas until we're sure it's going to work out. You promised."

"But this is the best news since we found out Beca was alive after the ferry accident," Aubrey said.

"I know," Chloe said. "But, please, Brey? I don't want to scare her off before we even get started again."

"Okay," Aubrey said. "But I want full details tomorrow, got it?"

Chloe smiled and said, "Got it."

~25 Days~ ~25 Days~ ~25 Days~ ~25 Days~

"Beca!" Beca pulled the phone away from her ear as Stacie squealed. "This is great news!"

"Stop," Beca said. "You can't tell anyone, not even Aubrey. Although knowing Chloe, she probably already told her."

"So, this means that when we come out there, you two will be a thing," Stacie said. "Don't you think the Bellas will figure it out?"

"Not if Chloe and I just act like we always do," Beca said. "It took a lot for me to get past what happened in Paris, but I do love her and I don't want to do anything to mess it up."

"You two belong together," Stacie said. "You always have. I was really pissed when I found out what Chloe did. Not only because it hurt you, but because it made you ghost everyone. But, I lay all the blame for that on you. You didn't have to shut us all out."

"I know," Beca said. "How many times do I have to apologize before you let it go?"

"Meh, it's forgotten," Stacie said matter-of-factly. "So, where are you taking Chloe? What are you wearing?"

"We're going to a nice place for dinner," Beca said. "And, I have the typical little black dress that I'm going to wear."

"I approve," Stacie said. "I want all the details tomorrow."

"Sure," Beca said. "Or you can wait and hear about it when you get here on Monday."

"Fine," Stacie said. "I'll just get the info from Brey after she talks to Chloe."

"You do that," Beca said with a laugh. "I'll talk to you later."

Later that evening, Beca changed and was ready for her date. She left the studio and made two stops on the way home. She arrived at the apartment at six-twenty and knocked on the door.

Chloe opened the door and smiled when she saw Beca.

"Hey, Becs," Chloe said. "You look really nice."

"So, do you," Beca said. "Um, these are for you."

Beca holds out a bouquet of roses and a box of chocolates.

"Flowers and chocolates," Chloe said taking both. "I'm feeling spoiled already. Why don't you come in while I put these in water."

Beca entered the apartment and Chloe went to find a vase. Beca checked the mail while she waited. Chloe came back in the living room carrying the roses in a vase and set them on an end table by the sofa.

"They're beautiful," Chloe said. "Are you ready to go?"

"All set," Beca said.

~25 Days~ ~25 Days~ ~25 Days~ ~25 Days~

In a twist on the norm, Chloe is nervous while Beca seems to be very confident during their date. Beca notices how nervous Chloe is and reaches across the table to take her hand.

"Hey," Beca said causing Chloe to glance up at her. "It's just me. We've done this probably thousands of times. Relax."

"I know," Chloe said. "I'm sorry. It's just-" Chloe lets out a sigh. "I don't want to mess this up again."

"Chlo," Beca said letting go of Chloe's hand and moving to stand in front of her. "Let's start from scratch. Like we just met. All that other stuff never happened." Beca holds out her hand. "Hi, I'm Beca Mitchell."

"Beca," Chloe said.

"That's right," Beca said. "Beca. And you are?"

Chloe let out a small laugh and took Beca's hand. "Chloe Beale. It's nice to meet you, Beca."

"I hope you don't mind," Beca said keeping Chloe's hand in hers. "But I saw this beautiful woman sitting here all alone and I just had to come over and meet you. Do you mind if I join you?"

"I'd love it if you joined me," Chloe said.

Beca kissed the back of Chloe's hand and winked at her. Chloe smiled and Beca sat back down.

"You're a dork," Chloe said with a laugh.

"Maybe," Beca said. "But, I'm your dork."

Chloe's smile grew even wider.

~25 Days~ ~25 Days~ ~25 Days~ ~25 Days~

The rest of the dinner went exceedingly well. Chloe was more relaxed and they were able to enjoy each other's company.

Beca had paid the check and they were walking out to Beca's car. "So, do you think I can get your number? I'd like to see you again."

"I have a better idea," Chloe said pulling Beca to her. "Why don't you take me home and we can discuss our second date."

"I like your idea better," Beca said.

Beca drove them home and the conversation was light. Beca pulled into the parking area and ran around to open the door for Chloe.

"Why, thank you, Ms. Mitchell," Chloe said and kissed Beca's cheek as she walked by.

Beca opened the door to the apartment and smiled. The place did look great with all the decorations Chloe had put up.

"Would you like some wine or coffee?" Chloe was walking toward the kitchen as she asked.

"I'll have wine," Beca said. "I'm going to go change and I'll meet you on the sofa."

Beca went upstairs and changed into some lounging pants and a tank. She went back downstairs to find two glasses of wine sitting on the coffee table.

Beca sat on the sofa and grabbed the remote to see if there was anything on TV to watch, finally pulling up Netflix so Chloe could choose a movie.

Chloe came downstairs in sleepwear similar to Beca and sat next to Beca on the sofa.

"I pulled up Netflix," Beca said sipping her wine. "I thought you might like to watch a movie."

"Can we watch The Christmas Chronicles?" Chloe asked as she started searching for the title.

"That's fine with me," Beca said. "I heard it was pretty good."

Chloe pulled up the movie and snuggled into Beca. Beca smiled at her and wrapped an arm around Chloe's shoulders.

~25 Days~ ~25 Days~ ~25 Days~ ~25 Days~

Beca woke first the next morning to find that she and Chloe had fallen asleep on the sofa. Chloe was laying half on top of Beca with an arm across her stomach. Beca looked down at the redhead and smiled. She kissed the top of Chloe's head and eased her way off the sofa without waking Chloe.

Beca went to the kitchen and started the coffee. She sat at the counter thinking back over her date with Chloe and had to smile. It was better than she could have expected.

Beca thought back over the past year. She and Chloe had done well as roommates. Chloe never pushed her to be anything more and gave Beca all the time and space she needed. Beca didn't let Chloe in too deep because there was still some residual pain from seeing Chloe kiss someone else.

Beca thought back to that night and Chloe trying to explain how she was scared of Beca leaving her behind. She furrowed her brow as she realized that she never did assuage Chloe's fears about leaving her behind, yet Chloe stayed with her. Beca smiled because she still felt now, as she did two years ago, that Chloe was her forever. The whole Chicago incident was a major bump in their relationship but she felt it had to happen. That there was something bigger at play than just being dumped after only a few weeks of starting their relationship.

Maybe it was supposed to happen like this.

"I smell coffee," Chloe said startling Beca out of her thoughts.

Beca watched as Chloe poured herself a cup of coffee and sat across the counter from her. Chloe took a sip and noticed Beca was watching her.

"What?"

"Want to go to the Farmer's Market today?"

Chloe's face lit up as she said, "I thought you'd never ask."

~25 Days~ ~25 Days~ ~25 Days~ ~25 Days~

It was Christmas Eve, and Beca and Chloe had been cleaning all morning. Changing sheets, making sure they had plenty of clean towels, and general dusting and vacuuming.

According to the itinerary Aubrey sent them, Emily, Jessica, and Ashley would be arriving at the apartment around one o'clock. There was a knock on the door and Chloe let out a squeal as she raced to answer it.

Their three Bella sisters squealed when they saw Chloe. Beca stood behind Chloe smiling and waiting. Emily was the first to pull back from Chloe and rush over to Beca. She grabbed Beca in a hug and whispered, "I'm so glad to see you!"

"I'm glad to see you, too, Em," Beca said as she pulled out of the hug. "I'm glad to see all of you."

More hugs and hellos followed before Chloe showed the girls where to put their things. When the girls came back to the living room, Beca asked if they were hungry. When they all said yes, Beca and Chloe pulled out all the stuff to make sandwiches and the five of them sat around the kitchen counter eating and laughing.

They had been there for a few hours when Beca looked around and let out a small laugh.

"What's funny?," Jessica asked.

"This reminds me so much of being in the Bellas House on a Saturday afternoon," Beca replied.

Ashley laughed and said, "The only thing missing is Fat Amy and-"

"WHAT'S UP PITCHES? TIME FOR SHOTS!"

"That!" Ashley said.

Jessica, Ashley, and Emily rushed out of the kitchen to find Amy and the rest of the Bellas coming into the apartment.

"How the Hell did Amy do that?," Beca asked Chloe as they followed.

"Brey!," Chloe squealed when she and Stacie walked in. "Oh, my gosh. Bella!"

Chloe grabbed Aubrey in a quick hug and then reached for Bella, who went willingly into her arms.

"I'm fine, Chloe," Stacie said after handing Bella off to Chloe. "Thanks for asking."

"Oh, hush, you," Chloe said with a laugh. She pulled Stacie into a side hug.

"Wow, Stacie," Beca said walking over to the small group. "She is definitely a mini-you."

"I almost forgot you hadn't met her yet," Stacie said. "Giver her up for a sec, Chloe." Chloe handed Bella to Stacie. "Bella, this is your Aunt Beca. Beca, this is Bella."

Bella looked at Beca and Beca looked at Bella. "Nice to meet you, kid."

Bella shyly put her head on Stacie's shoulder. Beca smiled at her and leaned in and kissed Bella's cheek. Bella giggled and put her arms out to Beca and Beca quickly took her in her arms.

"How about we go check out the tree," Beca said to Bella who smiled and nodded her head.

Beca took Bella over to the tree leaving three Bellas with their mouths hanging open.

"I can't believe she went to Beca so easily," Aubrey said.

"I know," Stacie said. "She's never done that with anyone else before."

Chloe just stood there and smiled at the picture of Beca pointing out things to Bella on the tree. She pulled out her phone and took several pictures, noticing that all the Bellas were doing the same.

~25 Days~ ~25 Days~ ~25 Days~ ~25 Days~

It was getting late and the girls were ready to leave to get back to their hotel. They made plans for everyone to be back at the apartment the next morning around nine o'clock.

After everyone who was leaving was gone, the rest of the girls helped Beca and Chloe clean. Emily, Ashley, and Jessica went to bed.

Chloe and Beca stayed up a bit longer to put together a few things for the next day's breakfast. Beca smiled as she watched Chloe put together a breakfast casserole to save time in the morning.

They finally went to bed around Midnight, Chloe snuggled up to Beca. Chloe fell asleep and Beca laid there watching Chloe sleep. She knew that this was where she wanted to be for the rest of her life.

~25 Days~ ~25 Days~ ~25 Days~ ~25 Days~

Beca and Chloe were barely awake when everyone showed up at their door. Breakfast was in the oven and everyone sat around drinking their coffee or tea.

Beca looked under the tree and found all of the presents for Bella. She put them all in a pile near her and looked over at Bella sitting on Mrs. Conrad's lap.

"Bella," Beca said. "Want to come open presents?"

Bella scrambled down from her grandmother's lap and toddled over to Beca. Beca set her down in front of her and pulled over the first present.

Beca helped Bella open the gift and laughed as Bella clapped and giggled. Everyone was laughing along as they watched Bella open her gifts.

"That's going to be Beca and our kid someday," Chloe murmured.

"What?," Aubrey asked looking at Chloe.

Chloe blushed. "Nothing. Just thinking out loud."

"I take it the date went well on Friday?," Aubrey asked.

"Date?," Amy said. "What date? Who's dating?"

Beca looked up in a panic and found Chloe looking at her. Beca then smiled and said, "Chloe and I are dating again."

Chloe smiled lovingly at Beca. "Yeah, we are!"

"Congratulations!" Jessica and Ashley said simultaneously and laughed.

"About damned time!" This from Amy.

"I knew something was different about you two," Emily said.

"It's still new," Beca said. "But, I have a feeling we'll be together for a very, very long time."

Chloe's eyes glistened with tears as she walked over to sit next to Beca. "I love you."

Beca leaned in to kiss Chloe and stopped when she realized everyone was watching them. Even Bella was looking up at them from her place in front of Beca.

"Fu- Screw it," Beca said and kissed Chloe.

The Bellas started clapping and cheering. Beca pulled back from the kiss.

"I love you, too."

SPECIAL A/N: Hi, everyone. I wanted to apologize for my absence, but I was dealing with a family thing and didn't have much time to write, edit, or post. But, I promise you the 25 Days will be completed by New Year's. Thanks to those who have reached out and thanks for understanding.

#bechloe fanfiction #bechloe #beca mitchell #chloe beale

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It’s Only Fair

Genre: Fluff Carnival!AU

Lee Jooheon Summary: Your brother, Changkyun, offered to go to the local fair with you today under the guise of being a good brother. You were setting yourself up for a typical night until he happened to mention that he also invited the biggest crush of your life to join the both of you.

Word Count: 2k+

Warnings: No Applicable Warnings

/// Author’s Note /// Drabble request from @mx-rays! I’m so sorry it took me so long to finish, I hope you like it!

Haze crept across the car window, your breath leaving its temporary influence in tendrils. Wind rushed inwards as the window was suddenly pulled down, rubbing harshly down the side of your cheek and sucking the very air from your lungs. You gasped from the shock then attempted to ground yourself and make sure that you were all still in one piece. Once you were able to recollect yourself, you shot Changkyun an especially dirty look; but all he did was laugh at you in return.

"You looked like you needed some air! You were just sitting over there fidgeting with your face glued to my window." He snickered. "Thank you big brother!" He delightfully added in a mocking, sing-song voice.

"Okay", you sighed, "yeah... thanks." You did your best to sound as annoyed and disinterested as possible.

"I'm not sure what you're so nervous for anyway. We're only going to the fair." Changkyun reached over, while skillfully keeping his eyes to the road, to blindly find the top of your head and raked his fingers back and forth to mess up what hair you had attempted to style for nearly an hour. You were so fed up with him.

"Yeah! And I was fine with that until you told me that we're meeting Jooheon there just a few minutes ago..." You felt yourself sink into the seat to make yourself small and cupped your face between your hands. You couldn't hide or run so that was probably the next best thing. Anything to relieve some of this dumb anxiety you felt.

Changkyun snorted. "You were fine hanging out with him when we got ice-cream last week though." You could tell his goal was only to tease you now by feigning an inquisitive tone or simply, acting stupid.

"Yes Changkyun! That was before I told you that I have a giant stupid crush on him? Quit playing like you're dumb!" He broke into a full cackle at this point, knowingly achieving the rise he meant to get out from you. Heat pooled in your cheeks from the overwhelming embarrassment of the conversation. Never tell your brother about your feelings EVER again, you thought to yourself.

Peering out the window you saw that you had finally arrived at the carnival. You felt the car wobble slightly as it changed its bearings from paved asphalt to the loose gravel of the make-shift parking lot provided for the event. In the near horizon you saw multi-colored lights illuminate the very night itself as they adorned the various rides and kiosks scattered about the grounds. The car rolled gradually to a stopping point, meaning that it was time to get out and face whatever was going to happen that night. That's when your heart finally sunk to your stomach and you couldn't remember how to bend your knees the right way. This was stupid, it's a crush. Nothing even had to happen tonight. You were overthinking it like crazy because your brother had been teasing you for days about it. Almost on cue with your thoughts, Changkyun walked over to your side and opened the door to let you out since you weren't coming on your own. "You good?" He turned to look behind him before you were able to respond.

"Yeah... I'm fi-"

"Hey guys! You finally made it! Y/n, are... you okay? You look really pale."

"Ye!" You turned your face away from Jooheon and finally got out of the car. Best not to look at him directly or he may think you were acting too weird, and stabbing questions about your emotional state at this very moment was something you definitely did not want to endure.

"I'm fine just... nervous about the big rides, I guess." You shrugged your shoulders hard and hoped he'd take that as an acceptable answer.

Jooheon giggled, as did Changkyun but you knew his evil laughter was for another reason entirely. You couldn't help but scowl at him. "Don’t worry, they're not too bad. Plus! You have me and your brother here with you."

You shot Changkyun a pleading look, hoping he wouldn't embarrass you further. He simply smirked and said, "Let's go buy our tickets."

The three of you walked up to the booth, with Jooheon going first. He was busy buying his ticket when Changkyun's phone started to suddenly ring. He pulled it from his pocket to look down at who it could be, and hesitated before finally telling you, "Go ahead and buy yours, I'll be right there after this call."

You couldn't help but frown as you turned to stand next to Jooheon for your turn to buy your ticket. You thanked the clerk and found Jooheon looking at you intently.

"So, how's college going?" He shoved his hands in his pockets and leaned back on his heels.

You forced a nervous laugh. "Uh, well it's going okay so far considering that it's summer... and school doesn't start for another two months."

He almost fell backwards as he realized his mistake. "Well there goes my attempt at small talk I guess." You've never seen him so embarrassed before, and you kind felt like maybe you came off a little mean.

"Sorry, that was kind of rude." You tried to laugh it off.

"No, it's fine. Really. I should have realized." Jooheon rubbed the back of his neck as he thought of what to say next. "Um, so, have you been-"

"Hey guys!" Changkyun called out as he jogged back towards us. "Bad news, ah..." He hesitated a bit with a sorry look on his face. "Y/n, mom called and wants me back home to help her out with something. Don't worry though, she said that you could stay after I told her Jooheon was here so you weren't by yourself."

You were dumbfounded. An anxious cocktail of excitement and nervousness bubbled in the pit of your stomach.

"Yeah, don't worry man I'll look after her! Sucks you can't come and have fun with us though." Jooheon went over to pull Changkyun into a hug.

"I appreciate it, I'll be back later to pick her up. You two have fun!" He waved goodbye, got into his truck and drove away just like that. It seemed to all happen so quickly. You were stuck here. Stuck... with just you, Jooheon, and your unbearable butterflies that flitted around in your lungs just for him. And a stupid voice in the back of your head that you had tried locking into an imaginary little box but it just kept screaming, "KISS HI-"

"Y/n, you ready?"

"Oh..." Reality called. You looked up from your feet to find that Jooheon was beaming the largest smile possible at you, and it was the cutest damn thing you had ever seen in your life.

"Ready as I'll ever be!" You feigned a smile until he looked ahead, then you dropped your expression trying to figure out what to do. You both walked in and you dropped every ounce of nausea you had to replace it with swelling excitement as you took in the whole park. The lights and smells instantly took you back to when you were younger, the carnival never delivered a bad moment for you. So, you decided to keep the tradition and make the most out of tonight. Swallowing the lump in your throat and calming yourself with a long sigh, you grabbed Jooheon's hand and led him into the sugary smelling chaos.

"Y/n what uh... so, what do you wanna do first?" Jooheon's voice was slightly stammering, almost feigning nervousness.

"That." You pointed at one of the tallest slides you had ever seen in your life. It called to you almost. Little kids were waiting in line to brave it, and as you stepped in line behind them you caught the confused expressions of their parents. It didn't matter to you how old you were, it's not like there was an age limit on fun.

"I'm surprised you want to ride this actually, it's one of the things I was wanting to experience most tonight!" Jooheon still hadn't pulled from your grip, and you realized then that you never released his hand. You didn't let go until you both reached the top of the slide after a long climb, and sat next to each other on the designated rugs. Readied to fly down, you caught his line of sight and held eye contact for a short moment. The butterflies threated to burst from your chest until the attendee gave an all clear to go down. That's when Jooheon grabbed your hand again and pulled you down with him. Your laughter both filled the air, and it felt as if you'd never reach the bottom. The wind swept past your face and seemed to chill the creeping heat in your face from the skin contact.

Jooheon helped you up as you reached the bottom finally, and you couldn't help but think to yourself that maybe the night wouldn't be so bad. Afterwards you both walked slowly around the sea of people recalling memories to laugh at before deciding on the next attraction to visit.

"And then we all came back from spending all day out in the woods so we could blame it on the dog?" Jooheon giggled in between breaths.

"Oh my god, my mom was so mad! She spent a whole week shopping online for a new glass figure just like it. I felt so bad for the dog after the scolding he got I fed him table scraps to get karma back on my good side."

"The Three Musketeers strike again! Ha!"

Suddenly you quieted your laughing fit and stopped dead in your tracks, gazing upwards in wonder at what stood before you. Jooheon looked concerned and confused following the direction of your gaze finally understanding what you were marveling at.

"Do... do you want to ride the Ferris wheel together?" He asked with hesitation.

"YES. I. DO." Of all rides this was your favorite. Not so much for the thrill of course but when you reached the top and you could see all of your home town lit up in the growing dusk shadowing the mountains before them. You felt yourself pulled towards it, literally, as Jooheon took your hand and led you towards the line waiting to board the machine.

You both clumsily climbed into the basket and you practically vibrated with joy awaiting your ascension. There was a surprise pressure around your hand and you realized Jooheon had begun to hold your hand again. This time was different, though. It wasn't to lead you anywhere, or to keep pace on a slide, it was something he seemed to simply want to do out of his own volition. The excitement of the ride bubbled into slight nausea as you realized that you were on one of the most cliché romantic rides with the person you've had a crush on for years now.

Attempting to feign ignorance, you avoided Jooheon's face as you both rode the way upwards. That is, until he moved his hand to lace your fingers together. Of course you let it happen, but this action made you look towards him despite your better judgement. Predictably you both caught each other's eyes and held your gaze for a moment. What you didn't quite predict, though, was in that moment his free hand reached towards you to cup your cheek and gently pull you towards his own face where he placed the softest and sincere kiss you could ever imagine. There was no fever in it, no desire. It was a lovely, melty, swirly, intoxicating, romantic... kiss.

Your mind was a complete haze. You could sit here for hours kissing Jooheon. Until a deep shrill of a voice pierced the air, causing you both to disconnect and search where it came from. You looked over the side of the boat to see no one else but your very own brother, Changkyun. His hands tossed vertical into the air and jumping up and down like a five year old screaming, "FINALLY!"

Just as panic and embarrassment set in, accompanied by a final, "WHOO", from your annoying-ass brother, you heard a soft giggle as a hand pulled you back into Jooheon's embrace and continued your kiss. You were going to kill Changkyun later, but it was only fair to let yourself indulge in this moment.

#mxnetwork #kwriterskollection #mxwriters #jooheon fluff #monsta x fluff #carnival au #its only fair

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Chapter 3: For Some, Memories Return While Others Lose Theirs

Ronnie's POV

I watched Luna walk away from me. Tears pricked my eyes. Why did I say that? God, she is right. I'm an asshole. I got angry when she said those things about me. Running a hand through my hair, I walked towards my bike. Rebel met me there.

"Dude, what the fuck was that!" She blurted. I sighed and looked at her.

"Please don't yell at me. I'm not in the mood and don't want to snap at you too." I struggled to keep my voice normal. But ultimately failed as it wavered. I handed her my second helmet, before slipping on mine. Rebel's eyes softened as she noticed my voice.

"Sorry... I just really don't want you two to break up! You guys are my OTP!" She said putting on the helmet. I chuckled softly. She smiled.

"Let's get you home!" I said swinging my leg over my bike. Rebel easily got on behind me. I'm used to Luna needed help to stay steady. I wiped my eyes and started the bike. Rebel held onto my waist as we weaved through cars. It felt strange riding with someone else, besides Luna. She would always hold on tight and get as close to me as she can. Not that she was scared, just because she wanted to be close. Some points during the ride, I would feel her kiss my back lightly. She would rest her head on my back as she looked at the scenery we passed. During the summer, Luna would sneak out and we would go for a drive out in the country. One time we found this field that was covered in flowers. It has a perfect view of the moon and the stars. Whenever one of us needed a break or just to get away for a night, we would go there and star gaze.

I was brought out of my thoughts when Rebel spoke.

"Ronnie, you passed my house." She laughed.

"Oh..." I turned into a gas station parking lot and turned around. This time I paid attention to where we were. I don't know how we didn't crash when I was lost in my thoughts. I pulled up in front of Rebel's house. She got off my bike and handed back the helmet.

"Thanks for the ride, Radke. I hope everything works out for you and Luna." She spoke. I smiled and nodded.

"See you tomorrow!" I said putting the helmet away. Rebel smiled back and ran towards her front door. I waited till she got inside okay before driving home.

I flung open my bedroom door. Finally, alone. I can finally lash out. I slammed the door closed, before screaming at the top of my lungs. No one was home. I punched my wall. Pain shot through my hand, but I didn't care. I hurt the one I love. I hurt Luna. I picked up a photo of my family and I and tossed it across my room. It struck the wall before sliding to the floor. I gripped my hair in my fist.

"WHY AM I SO STUPID!" I shouted kicking my desk. My hand and now foot were in pain but so was my heart. Luna was probably in pain too. I said I didn't want to spend another minute with her. When really, I wanted to hold her close and never let go. I want to spend every minute with her. My heart aches for her. I love her so much.

The way she smiles. She doesn't smile with her teeth often. When she does it can brighten up the entire room. The way she laughs. When she is laughing really hard, she will cover her mouth. Sometimes she will start tearing up because she is laugh so hard. There are times where she won't be able to stop laughing and that will us laugh even more.

I love her style. She doesn't care what people think of her. Luna could have an important presentation or be standing in front of the whole school and she would wear sweats. I love her voice. It's sweet and smooth. But it can be hard and fierce when she wants it too. I love her need to dye her hair different colors. I love her singing voice. I love her. I love her so much. I can't live without her.

I remember the first time I laid eyes on her. It was the first day of middle school. Chris and she slid out of her mom's car. I was watching the cars as they dropped kids off. Headphones in my ears, music blasting. Someone must have said something funny in the car, as they were giggling and smiling as they got out. She wore leggings, sneakers and a pink sweatshirt. This was before she and Chris started wearing more black. Luna put her backpack on one shoulder and fixed her brown hair. At this time, she hasn't dyed her hair. She still had her long dirty brown, silky hair. I wanted to run my hands through it as I held her. Chris and she walked up the path to the doors. I watched them walk past. My eye fixed onto Luna. She looked over at me and made eye contact. My breath hitched in my throat. I made up my mind. I must know this girl.

I decided that I would become friends with her before I asked her out. Get to know her more and make sure she likes me back. Every class we had together, I would sit next to her. Each time I sat down, she would look over at me and smile. The third class we had together, she spoke.

"Hey." My head snapped towards the voice. It was the most beautiful voice I have ever heard. I found the girl looking at me, smiling. From the classes we have had together, I found out her name was Luna.

"H-hi" I stuttered stupidly. Her smiled widened.

"Im Luna! I've noticed you have been sitting next to me in all of the classes we have together. I thought I would say hi." I nodded. Some of the nerves went away,

"Im Ronnie." This time I spoke more confidently.

"Ronnie," She repeated as the teacher walked into the room. "Cute name." She winked before turning back to the front. Her last few words left me speechless.

I didn't speak to her again till lunch. I got my food before turning towards the tables. Everyone already had their set tables. You had the athletes, the preps, the gamers/nerds and then the outcasts. Outcast population of one- wait. My eyes landed Luna and her friend sitting off in the corner. All by themselves. Maybe i'm not the only outcast. I gulped and walked towards them. They were laughing about something. Luna's eyes drifted away from her friend towards me. We made eye contact. She smiled and waved me over. Feeling more confident, I picked up my pace. Luna's friend looked over at me and smiled. I set down my tray and sat down across from them.

"Ronnie, this is my friend, Chris. Chris, this is Ronnie." Luna introduced.

"Yeah, I think we have a few classes together." I racked my brain, trying to remember if we did. Nothing.

"Really, which ones?" Luna questioned. She looked at me then back at Chris.

"To be honest, I don't remember. I wasn't really paying attention in most classes so far." I spoke before taking a bit of my sandwich. A disgusted expression took over my face. Luna giggled.

"Not good?" She teased. I shook my head and spit out the bite into a napkin. I pushed the tray away.

"You seriously don't remember seeing me in any of your classes? Am I that invisible?" Chris exclaimed. Luna smirked.

"He was probably too busy thinking about me and my awesomeness."

I was actually. I didn't pay attention in most classes because Luna was on my mind. I just met the girl and she is taken over my thoughts. I blushed.

"What awesomeness?" Chris retorted. Luna gasped and smacked her friend's arm. I smiled at their silliness.

"Im very awesome, thank you very much!"

"Sure..."

It was silent for a few moments before I broke it.

"Um... do y-you guys want to be...um friends?" I stuttered. They smiled.

"Most definitely!" Chris spouted out. Luna smiled at me. I looked at her nervously.

"We can be the three musketeers! Think of all the trouble we could cause!" She finally blurted. I let out a breath, I didn't know I was holding.

"Meet us at Luna's locker after school and we can exchange numbers," Chris ordered as we walked out of the lunchroom.

"It's by the science room," Luna informed. I nodded.

"Okay, I'll be there." I smiled at them before walking to my locker.

Tears welled up in my eyes as I relieved the memory. I remember the time I asked Luna to be my girlfriend. It was fall of 8th grade. I took her to the county fair. Don't judge, I know how cliche it sounds. But I had it all planned out. I would win her something at a booth, take her on rides, maybe go on bumper cars. Then when it got dark, we would go on the Ferris wheel. I was a nervous wreck when I asked her out. I didn't know if she saw me just as a friend, or if she liked me back. I asked her out at lunch/recess. My dad had gotten me a mini rose to give to her. I kept it in my locker. Luna, Chris and I were walking around the blacktop talking. I had the rose in my pocket. Before, planning anything I talked to Chris. Like planned Chris went to go use the bathroom and left me and Luna alone. They really didn't go inside, just walked where we couldn't see them, but they could see us.

I cleared my throat. My palms were sweaty. Quickly wiping them on my black skinny jeans, I pulled out the mini rose. Luna looked over at it. Her eyes widened. I slightly hear her gasp.

"Luna, um...will you go on a date with me?" I handed her the rose. She stopped walking and stared down at the rose. After a couple of nerve-wracking seconds, Luna looked up at me and smiled.

"I would love to go on a date you with you." I exhaled and smiled. All of my nerves slowly went away as we continued walking.

That Friday night, I went to pick her up. My dad would be our chauffeur for the night. I was wearing black skinnies with a black shirt. Over the top of my shirt, i had a red flannel with Escape the Fate written on the back. Then black converse for shoes. I walked up to Luna's front door. Before knocking, I took a deep breath. That breath soon was stuck in my throat, as Luna swung open the door. My eyes widened as I took in her appearance. She was wearing a white short sleeve shirt tucked into black shorts. Underneath the shorts were black tights. For shoes, she was wearing black combat boots. On top of her head was a black beanie.

"You look amazing!" I uttered. She blushed and smiled.

"Thanks, you look quite nice yourself." She turned around and grabbed her phone.

"I'll leave the back door unlocked." I heard a voice say. Probably her mom. Luna replied with okay before walking out.

"So, where are we heading this evening?" She questioned as we walked back to the car. I hummed.

"You'll just have to wait and see," I said grabbing her hand. She pouted. I opened the back door for her. She thanked me and scooted in. I slid in next to her. My dad looked back and smiled.

"You must be Luna. Ronnie won't shut up about you." My dad embarrassingly said, I glared at him and blushed. Luna giggled quietly.

"That I am. Nice to meet you, Mr. Radke." Luna replied politely. I stifled a laugh. We arrived at the fair.

"Thanks for the ride," Luna said before getting out. I leaned my head back in the window.

"Text me when you guys are ready to leave."

I turned around and grabbed Luna's hand. She blushed.

"Where should we start?" I asked swinging our hands as we walked.

"Hmm, food?"

"Sure." We got a fry to share and two Cokes. While eating we made small talk. When we finished, we walked to the games.

"Oh my god! Look at that unicorn pillow!" Luna gasped pointing at the ring toss booth. My eyes landed on a unicorn pillow.

"Do you want me to win it for you?" I asked. She looked at me.

"Really? You don't have too." She said. I looked her.

"If you want, you shall get it!" I exclaimed pulling her to the booth. She giggled. I gave the attendant the money. He handed me three rings in return.

"What do I have to get for the unicorn pillow?" I asked.

"All three."

I took a deep breath and began. The first ring made it. The second one was close. It knocked the bottle and circled the top before falling down around the bottle. I exhaled.

"Last one. You get this and you win the unicorn." The attendant said boredly. I looked over at him.

"You know, you could be a little more enthusiastic," I said while tossing the ring. I took a chance; I wasn't looking. Luna gasped. She jumped into my arms.

"YOU DID IT!" My head whipped to the bottles. Sure enough. The last ring was hanging around a bottle's neck. I wrapped my arms around Luna. "I DON'T KNOW HOW YOU DID THAT, BUT YOU ARE AMAZING!" It felt right to have her in my arms. Luna pulled away. The attendant was staring at the bottles in shock.

"W-what?"

"unicorn please!" I proudly said. The attendant handed me the pillow, in which I turned and handed it to Luna. She smiled widely. Not her usual smile. She usually smiles a closed lip smile. This smile she showed her teeth.

"Thank you!" She said hugging the unicorn close. We walked away. I threw my arm around her shoulder. She put her arm around my waist.

"Want to go on some rides?" Luna stiffened.

"Um, what kind of ride?" She slowly asked.

"Whatever want to go on. Rollercoaster?" I asked.

"I don't like rollercoasters..." Luna trailed off.

"That's okay. We can go on something else." Her eyes lit up as she saw the bumper cars. "Bumper cars?"

Luna eagerly nodded. She grabbed my hand and started running.

"Let's go, slowpoke!" She shouted. We got into line and waited our turn. When we were allowed in by the bumper cars, Luna ran straight for the one that matched her blue hair. I got into the red one. We waited for everyone else to get in their cars. The cars turned on and everyone started moving. I smirked and went for Luna. She squealed and started driving away. We chased each other, kind of playing tag. Soon we had to get off. I looked up at the sky. It was getting dark out.

"Hey, let's go on the Ferris wheel!" I said grabbing Luna's hand. She nodded and followed me. We walked hand in hand to the wheel. The unicorn pillow in her opposite hand. We waited in line. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Luna rub her hands up and down her arms. I took off my flannel.

"Here, it's not that heavy but it's something," I said wrapping it around he shoulders.

"But now you'll get cold." she pouted.

"That's why we do this." I helped her put her arms through the sleeves. Then I wrapped my arms around her waist and pulled her close. "There"

Luna laughed. She wrapped her arms around me. I rested my chin on top of her head. Soon it was our turn. I let Luna get in first. I scooted in next to her. She placed the pillow on the other side of her. I wrapped my arm around her shoulder and pulled her into my side. She snuggled closer, resting her head on my chest. We watched the scenery. When we reached close to the top I turned to look at her.

"Luna," I said catching her attention. "When I first laid eyes on you, I thought you were the most gorgeous girl. Your personality is amazing. Your smile is incredible. Luna, will you be my girlfriend?" She smiled and looked up at me.

"Yes. I would be honored to be yours." As soon as she finished her sentence we reached the top. I softly cupped her chin and placed my lips on hers. We kissed for the rest of the ride. We pulled away when the ride operator opened our cart door.

The tears started rolling down my face. Like it was just yesterday, the memory of us saying I love you for the first time popped into my head. We were studying for our finals at the end of 9th grade.

"Okay. So an ionic bond is?" Luna asked me. I just stared at her, soaking in her beauty. She looked up at me.

"Hello? Ronnie? You going to answer?" she waved a hand in front of my face. My eyes snapped to hers.

"I love you." I blurted. Blood rushed to my cheeks. Her mouth dropped a little as she registered my words.

"Um...wow. That's not what I was expecting." My face fell as my heart shattered. She didn't say it back. Luna saw my face and turned worried.

"I said the wrong thing! I meant to say, I love you too!" She said. Luna smiled widely at me. I leaned closer to her and kissed her with so much passion. She kissed back with the same amount. We pulled away a minute later.

"I have no fucking clue what an ionic bond is,"I whispered. She burst out laughing.

"SHH," The mean old librarian scolded. Luna covered her mouth trying to silence her laugh. I started laughing. Quickly, we packed up our books and ran out of the library.

At this point, I was sobbing. I messed up badly. I don't even know if she will forgive me.

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Ally's POV

I heard voices around me. Pain shot through my head as I opened my eyes. I groaned, as my eyes adjusted to the bright light.

"Oh, my! Ally!" A voice proclaimed. A girl appeared at my side. She helped me sit up. I looked around the room before speaking.

"Who are you?"

#ronnie radke #jacky vincent #derek jones #ron ficarro #romance #high school #fanfic

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The Welders: Chapter Six

Chapter Six: Family Reunion

The Celtic camp looked more gypsy than anything. There weren’t many adults, some were older than others, yet it didn’t look like anyone was old enough to have children. There was one woman who must have been 20 wearing a dirty orange apron and a jean button up shirt. She merely waved at Patrick and smiled at me before returning to her pot that was over a fire.

“Macei got here a week ago, she’s not even the newest. I’m telling you, it’s completely normal for new people to get here," Patrick explained.

I nodded slowly as we passed a few more lean-to’s and tents, some empty some not.

“So, this is Lee and Delia’s, that’s Ferris’s, there’s Mikey, Milo, and Maurice’s, and then there’s Flynn’s," he listed, pointing to them all as we stopped and looked across the grassy and rocky area to a line of homes. “And this," Patrick said turning back to the cloth shelter behind us. “Is Cameron Gunn and Griffin Lockhart's lovely tent."

A girl was sitting in the grass, her brilliantly colored skirt, which was contrasted against the dark ground, flared around her. Wrapped around her shoulders was a knitted scarf. Her hair was a dark brown, nearly the color of her skin, with no exception to her eyes which were so dark they nearly blended in with her pupils. Her arms were not only littered with leather and braided bracelets but also with white and black tattoos, almost like Barney. When she saw Patrick she smiled, and looked back down to whatever she was working on, her fingers moving skillfully and brilliantly.

“Is that Patty I hear?” Someone shouted from inside the small shelter. It was very scottish, different from the other voices.

“Oh shut up and get out here, there’s someone I want you to meet," Patrick retorted and rolled his eyes jokingly. The name Griffin sounded familiar, it was such an odd name that it would definitely stick in my mind.

‘Griffin’ pulled back the blanket for a door and joined the girl outside.

He had slightly long brown hair, a crooked nose with a black nose ring on the right side. He had multiple tattoos on his shoulders and neck, apparently “Welders” were very fond of tattoos which I am completely not judging for. I personally have always wanted a tattoo I just haven’t seen many people my age allowed to have the amount of tattoos I had seen today.

But what was so strange about him wasn’t the tattoos but his eyes. One was brown while the other was green.

I must have been staring because I felt a sharp pain in my ribs from Patrick elbowing me. I nearly fell over before catching myself and looking back to Griffin.

“Oh my goodness, I am so sorry. I’m Amy," I said quickly and stuck my hand out.

Griffin chuckled and took it, shaking, and saying in yes, a very scottish accent, “It’s fine, really. I’m Griffin. I was wondering who the newbie was, I noticed you walking with Patty here."

“I am not against punching you Griffin," Patrick muttered. “This is my cousin, she just found out she’s one of us."

“Oh, fun cousin Amy? Wonderful, maybe you can keep Patrick in check," Griffin teased and crouched down next to who I could only assume to be Cameron.

“Cami, this is Amy, she’s Patrick's cousin," Griffin spoke slowly while twisting and turning his hands. Even though I couldn’t understand it, I recognized it as sign language.

“Cameron's deaf and mute. She can sometimes hear though," Patrick whisper explained and a sudden sadness washed over me. It wasn’t that I felt bad for her, it was more of a mix of empathy and sympathy. I didn’t feel pity for her but at the same time I did.

“And yet she is still a lot smarter than the rest of us," Griffin said loudly while Cameron smiled and quickly signed back.

“She says hello, and that you’re very beautiful," Griffin translated and stood back up.

All I could do was smile because honestly I didn’t know what to say. I think it was suddenly hitting me that a bunch of people, who were in fact so human you wouldn’t think there was anything special about them.

“You alright," Patrick asked, touching my shoulder.

“Fine, I’m not sure why I froze. Um, it was wonderful to meet you guys," I replied, trying to back off the fact I may have spaced out for more than 30 seconds.

Patrick quickly said goodbye to them and we continued walking, this time Patrick put his arm around my shoulders. We said hello to a few other people as we walked. I was introduced to so many people that I wasn’t sure how I was going to remember anyone's name.

Everyone there had their own personality or something that was so special about themselves. Whether it was their accents, odd hair styles, the amount of siblings they had, how many tattoos were on their body, or how many fingers they had. Yes, Jared only had 8 fingers all together.

“So, everyone here is...?” I asked as we began to walk back to the trailer.

“You said it. ‘Yer a wizard Harry," he said in a very Hagrid accent. I couldn’t help but chuckle.

“I’m a what!?” I said back, nudging him and acting surprised.

“We probably should go get some dinner, it’s been like hours since you ate," Patrick said as we came to the ridged and rusted door of the trailer.

I hadn’t realized it but it had suddenly gotten darker out, the sun was actually setting. But that was impossible, I had gotten here at around lunch and now it looked like it was 6:30 in the evening.

“Have I actually been here for hours?” I asked.

“Uh, not really. You know how we were talking about our ancestors wanting stuff from the Wiccan’s? Well one of the ancestors wanted eternal life and while they couldn’t actually do that, they were able to slow and speed up time. They sped up the day and slowed our body...aging...rate. Now it's just gone to a few choice areas around the world," Patrick explained slowly because not even he knew how to explain it.

“Hang on then how come everything is normal back at grams house?”

“Well obviously because gram's house isn’t a super secret wizard hide out in the middle of a forest," Patrick said, mimicking me from earlier.

“Yeah, you’re gonna have to explain all that to me later."

“Well we have a few minutes, we’ll probably end up at Griffin’s for food, I can try to explain some things right now," he offered and opened the door.

“Well what else am I gonna do?” I sighed sarcastically and entered the hippie trailer first.

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“Alright so, first things first, ampoules," Patrick began after handing me a water bottle from a mini-fridge. “How would you explain a welder?”

“Someone who uses metal and glass and crap and sticks them together to make...stuff," I replied.

“Sounds about right. Well way back when we began to pick up pieces of magic from the Wiccan’s, they began to trust our ancestors more and more and eventually allowed us to have some magic. An ampoule was our way of containing that magic seeing as how we didn’t and couldn’t have it in our veins. The official definition is-”

“Something to carry liquid in. Wikipedia explained," I interrupted and felt a great amount of pride for actually knowing something.

“Correct, one point Amy. Anyway, through the years we’ve continued to create or “weld” magic, keeping it in the ampoules," Patrick continued.

“Are you telling me that that glass ball that I nearly broke has actual ancestral magic in it?” I summarized, astonished at what I had been holding. Only then did I remember that the ampoule was still in Barney’s office.

“Yep. And since it is incredibly difficult to create super powerful capsules to contain super powerful magic, they’ve been passed down from from millions of years ago. At some point our ancestors put the tools down and just got fed up with creating glass over and over."

“That ampoule was my dad’s?” I carefully asked, feeling like I needed to wash my hands in some bleach.

“Uh, no. It was your… mom’s," he replied slowly, refusing to look me in the eyes.

“You said the Celtic weldy part was on my dad’s side. How is it my mom’s?”

“Your mom was also a Welder. Your dad was just more Welder. Grams and Grandpa were both Welders while your grandma on your mom's side was the only Welder. You just get more Welder from your dad," he said then added quickly, “Unfortunately."

“Well, that’s freaking fantastic," I muttered and took a long drink from the water bottle. “Just so that we can stop talking about the black sheep, if aging moves really slowly here how old are you?”

Patrick chuckled and said, “Don’t worry, I’m still 16. I spend more time out of here which means I age at a normal rate. I’m probably like a few months older if anything. Barney on the other hand…” He slowly trailed off.

I was suddenly very intrigued. “How old is Barney? Is he like 100 years old? Like a vampire?”

“Let’s just say that he doesn’t ever leave the camp. Ever.”

“Oh my gosh, he is literally Barney the Dinosaur," I whispered to myself, loud enough that Patrick could hear because he began laughing so much he had to hide his face.

“Just don’t tell him that," The blonde said, catching his breath and continuing to chuckle afterwards.

“Do you have one?” I asked. I knew he did but I just to see it.

“Obviously, we get them once we turn 8. There’s a whole blood ceremony that goes with it so you can be binded with it," he said and stood reaching over my head to an overhanging cupboard and opened it. He pulled a small engraved tin box out and opened it, revealing green velvet and a round crystal, exactly like my mothers. “We usually keep them with us but sometimes leave them in secure places."

“Because leprechauns are in so much danger," I replied as he put the box back.

I had only been here for a few hours and this already felt normal. I felt like this was a normal thing and there could potentially be a lot of this in the future. Sitting around and making jokes.. It sounded a lot like every other night at grams house.

Oh my goodness...grams.

“What are we going to tell grams?” I brought up.

“Well you won’t have to worry about me afterwards, just don’t bury me in the family mausoleum. It’s my only wish. We’ve got a cemetery exactly for this reason," Patrick explained.

I was about to ask what the wall was about but a gentle knock came from the door. Outside was Cameron, now wearing an extremely long, vintage, felt coat over her black tank-top. She only signed one thing, then turned around and began walking back to her tent.

“Foods ready," Patrick explained and began to move to the back of the trailer. “I’m going to get changed real fast. Do you want to wait here or go ahead?”

“I think I’ll wait here, not ready to meet the rest of the family on my own," I chose and stood, leaning against the door that creaked under my shoulder. Patrick shrugged then pulled back a curtain that I assumed either led to the only room or a bathroom.

When he reappeared he wore a flannel and khaki pants, I was sensing fashion among the Welders. I would have to go shopping if I was to become the next Criss Angel of Oregon. As we walked, I noticed other people joining up and bringing food to other tents and I suddenly felt very empty handed.

“Should we be bringing a casserole or something?” I asked and stuck my hands into my pockets.

“You just got here, I think Griffin and Cami will let you off this time," he answered.

“Are they like together or something? I thought they were brother and sister but they have different last names."

“Nope, just really good friends ever since Cameron showed up. Plus Griffin was the only one who knew sign language."

“That’s completely sensible. They seem nice," I replied. Patrick didn’t respond just kind of nodded and kept walking. The camp seemed a lot more active at night.

Everyone was crowded around a plethora of fires or dutch ovens. There were different assortments of smells, some I recognized, some I didn’t. I hadn’t noticed before, but there was a small stone well the the triplets were currently serving everyone in tin mugs. When I turned back to Cameron and Griffins camp, I noticed Lee and Delia were already there, huddled under a wool blanket.

“We figured you’d come here. Patrick never cooks. Even if he could without burning down half the forest, he still wouldn’t," Lee said, noticing us. I couldn’t help but chuckle, very much aware of my cousins culinary skills while Patrick only grumbled something and sat cross legged on the ground.

Griffin was the one to serve food. It was a vegetable stew with meat that appeared to be something like chicken, and a chunk of bread. Honestly, everything was amazing. It just felt very… healthy. That was one thing I was definitely not used to.

“Griffin," I asked, dipping my bread into the bowl and taking a large bite. “What kind of meat is this?”

“Fox," he replied as he took a large swig from his water bottle. My eyes widened and Patrick began to chuckle as Griffin quickly said, “Chill, it’s deer. Like I would ever kill a fox."

As I sat next to Patrick, I didn’t really need to say anything because everything seemed so calm and normal. Between eating was teasing and joking, but other than that it was just silent and everyone seemed okay with that. People from other tents came around and said hello, offered carrots and rolls, and then left. Lee got up a few times to go refill water bottles at the well, but other than that we all stayed in our spots, too cold to actually think about moving.

It was nearly 45 minutes into dinner when I was serving myself some more stew from the side of Cameron's tent. Delia came beside me and reached over, grabbing bread and carrots.

“I wanted to apologize," she said, just as I was about to put the ladle down.

“For what?” I asked, slightly oblivious and somehow still knowing what she meant.

“The way I was acting before. It was a total jerk move and I swear I am not always like that… it’s just. Actually I don’t know what it was.... just, I’m sorry," she stuttered.

Even though she wasn’t really good at explaining, I kind of understood what she was saying.

“Don’t worry about it Delia, really. I’m sorry for calling you Regina George," I apologized.

“I kind of deserved it though."

“Yeah you kind of did," I agreed and she laughed, looking back to the fire. “Is it always like this? Everyone is so friendly and sweet. It’s weird."

“Yeah, normally. On rainy days we go into Barney’s place, he’s got a massive kitchen. I guess it’s not weird for us because it’s always been like this. Well for Lee and I anyway," Delia explained.

I didn’t say anything for a moment. We were both still standing at the side of the tent, watching everyone laughing and chatting. Cameron and Griffin seemed to be in a very deep conversation and every now and then she would throw pieces of bread at his forehead.

“Are you going to stay here?” Delia suddenly asked.

I looked at her shocked before replying, “Uhm, I wasn’t even aware that was an option."

“Well of course it’s an option, we all made that choice a long time ago. You may have been here for only a few hours but what you’ve learned so far is only the beginning. You could learn how to make and even use magic. It’s honestly really exciting."

“For how long? I mean, where are all the adults. There are only like three- not counting Barney," I asked.

“They usually go back to Scotland or Ireland. After being at a camp for so long, they go back to the main source. Some because they want more power, some because they want family. My parents live in Ireland, we visit them every so often, but we’ve all just adapted to not having our parents around 24/7/ Either way, you can learn so much from everyone here. Who knows, you could become the most powerful not so Wiccan witch ever," she encouraged.

I scoffed and rolled my eyes, “You are definitely more enjoyable now."

“I’m not so sure about you though," Delia replied, smiled, then went back to her brother.

Lee looked to me, who was still smiling, and motioned to his sister in a kind of “what did she do this time?” gesture. I quickly shook my head and smiled as he went back to stuffing his face like he had been for the past hour.

It would be another 10 minutes before Patrick decided it was getting too late and that it was time that we should head back across camp. I had already figured out that everyone didn’t have a bedtime and stayed up a lot longer, it was clear because so far I was the only one having a yawn attack.

“Are you taking me home?” I asked sleepily as I leaned against Patrick, trying to walk straight.

“The trailer is going to be your home for tonight," he responded and put a supporting arm around my shoulders, pulling me up. I leaned further into him and heard him chuckle as I yawned yet again.

After tossing me a old pair of sweatpants, I laid on the couch while he went and changed. I didn’t see him reappear but I could feel myself being lifted up and set on his bed, heavy blankets being pulled over me.

“Goodnight ‘cuz," Patrick whispered as he yanked the small chain to the plastic crystal chandelier that was hanging over the bed and laid down on the couch, pulling one of the many blankets over him.

The last thing I remember is myself mumbling, “But I didn’t brush my teeth."

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