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Becca
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High School Never Ends Feb 16, 2016 0:54:48 GMT -5

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Post by Becca on Feb 16, 2016 0:54:48 GMT -5

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Anna's Outfit

The Metric grounds were busy with activity, ready to greet all the familiar faces that once graced its campus. After ten years the school sent out invitations to all alumni, inviting the students to come back for an event-filled reunion. Food, games, and music made up most of the festivities and of course reconnecting with old friends was an added bonus. The event was open to all students and their families in order to celebrate the thriving of the school and success of their students. All along the commons area booths were set up some containing trays of baked goods and other carnival games for children. Each booth was brilliantly decorated by the people who volunteered to set up for the event. People ran around doing their best to perfect everything for when the guests arrived. Metric was a highly prestigious school so nothing but the best would be acceptable.

Somehow Annabelle found herself involved in the set-up and most likely would stay until clean-up. Well, it wasn’t really a mystery how she wound up in this position. Anna had the hardest time saying no to her best friend Adelaide and when Ms. Summers asked for the girl’s help she could not find it in her heart to say no. She loved Susan and looked up to her and of course Addy had been with her since childhood so there was no way she was about to let her best friend suffer alone. At least the work wasn’t as painful as she thought it would be, plus she was able to nibble on some of the free food along the way. Stuffing a brownie bite into her mouth she cautiously glanced around to make sure no one had seen her before straightening out the streamers rimming the sides of the table. Ever since she was little she’d had a sweet tooth and obviously that had not gone away.

Annabelle pulled back her messy dirty blonde and fastened in with a ponytail before returning to her decorating job. She would have her own booth to run, one which involved a small inflatable pool and rubber duckies. The temptation to take off her flats and dip her feet into the cool water in the pool was too much. It was a rather sunny summer day, the perfect temperature to enjoy a day outside but it was a little too warm for her tastes. When she was finished with the final touches of her booth she took a step back and smiled at her work. With her job done, she wandered off to see if she could find Addy or help anyone else out with their set-up.

-x-

Wyatt's outfit

To say things had changed for Wyatt would be a serious understatement. After graduating Metric everything went according to plan. She made it as a world-famous model and had all the adoration she craved from both men and women; however, no matter how much attention she received none compared to the affection which came from none other than Clint Clark. Somehow no matter what she did or how much success she had Wyatt always ended up right back at Clint’s door. It came to a point where they decided to travel the world together and became an unstoppable model/photographer duo. They sold ads all over the world, and Wyatt finally had the status she so dearly desired: fame, riches, and adoration. Then things hit a brick wall when she discovered she was pregnant. It came as a surprise to both her and Clint but they faced the challenge together and shortly after Clint proposed.

Throughout her pregnancy Wyatt still tried to travel as much as she could and even modeled despite her swollen stomach; however, it soon reached a point where she could no longer travel and she had to settle down. Wyatt never pictured herself as a mother but the moment she held Tabitha in her arms she wept. She had never loved something so unconditionally before in her life. She didn’t know how to be a good mother but she was damn well going to try. With Clint being extremely supportive things were made much easier on her. One child was perfectly fine with Wyatt, one was enough; however, mother nature seemed to have other plans because in rather close proximity she had the triplets than the twin, from no children to six in shorter than ten years. Oddly enough, Wyatt was completely fine with it. She’d done a lot of growing the past ten years. Her children were her life and, even though they could drive her absolutely mad, they mellowed her out quite a bit.

As she drove toward Metric she dwelled on her past, thinking back to those years when she’d faked her way to the top. Wyatt had suppressed so much of herself there. She’d played dumb because that’s what she thought people liked, but Clint had seen through her ruse. Glancing over at the passenger’s seat she smiled over at her husband before glancing back to check on the kids in the backseat. The triplets sat in the way back of the vehicle, watching the movie which played on the truck’s built-in DVD player or at least pretending to watch it while they nudged each other and constantly asked when they were going to be there. Luckily for Wyatt they didn’t leave far from Metric or she would have pulled her hair out. Tabitha sat sandwiched between Ruby and Dia and played dressup games on her tablet while Ruby eagerly watched over her and tried to play too. Tabby swatted Ruby’s hand away and the little redhead acted compliantly and continued to watch. Meanwhile little Dia hummed to herself and kicked the back of her father’s seat while she stared out the window.

”Daddy, look! Bird!” Dia pointed out, quite pleased with herself as she smiled a big cheesy grin.

”That’s the hundredth time you’ve pointed out a bird,” Tabitha informed her little sister with a roll of her eyes. At only eight-years-old the little girl had the attitude of a teenager already. She was so much like her mother it was almost uncanny.

”Yeeeeah, Dia!” Ruby chimed in, ever the parrot mimicking Tabitha’s words.

”Mommy, when are we gunna be there?” Chance whined before wincing when Cameron pinched his arm, ”Ouch!! Cam pinched me!”

Wyatt’s hands tightened slightly on the steering wheel and she took in a deep breath to keep herself from yelling at the kids. ”Cam, no hurting your brother,” she said sternly before signaling her turn with the blinker, ”We’ll be there in ten more minutes.” And ten more minutes could not come fast enough.

-x-

Mallory's Outfit
Gracie's Outfit

Mallory figured this place would be behind her for good, especially after considering all the memories it held for her. Returning meant the possibility of old things coming back to haunt her, things she would rather keep locked away forever. Had it not been for Gracie insisting they make an appearance she never would have went. There were so many things which could go wrong today! One of her biggest fears was that Chad would show up. It was no secret they had history but the extent to that history was not known by most…not even Chad himself. The last time they’d seen each other he’d gotten her pregnant. She’d tried multiple times to contact him but with no reply. Left alone to care for his child the only one who knew the truth of her son’s father was Gracie. Somehow Gracie had assured her that Chad would not show up to such a small even when he was busy being successful. So, with much hesitation, Mallory finally agreed and they started off on the long trip back to Metric.

Gracie had his own career going for him. After his Broadway career came to an abrupt halt he had met back up with Wade and they decided to become traveling entertainers together. Some would say it was foolish but Gracie absolutely loved it! Plus, Wade was a great traveling companion. They were on one of their breaks which meant Gracie returned to Mallory’s house where he typically spent his off-time from entertaining. He loved the relaxed vibe of Mallory’s home, tucked away and secluded in the mountainous state she’d chosen to make her permanent residence. Of course she would always travel wherever she was needed for a directing job but otherwise she enjoyed the simple life. Cooper loved it when his uncle Gracie came around. The boy didn’t have much for a male influence in his life but Gracie was always there for him.

”It’s going to be so weird being back! I wonder who will all show up. We haven’t seen a lot of these people in a really long time! I can’t wait to see where everyone is at in their lives…just think, maybe they’ll be some playmates for Coop to play with!” Gracie rambled as he nearly bounced up and down in his seat with excitement. He could tell they were close now judging by the scenery. Any moment now Metric Academy would appear over the horizon.

”It’ll definitely be something,” Mallory replied though her voice sounded far off even to her. Her eyes drifted to the rearview mirror to see her little boy sleeping in the back seat. She loved that child more than anything but every time she looked at him it was so hard for her not to see Chad. The boy was like an exact copy of his father with his golden blonde hair and brilliant blue eyes. It hurt sometimes to see that smile of his when it mirrored the smile his father used to give her. He was an extroverted little boy, much like Chad, but Cooper had his mother’s brains which she was extremely thankful for.

Gracie followed Mallory’s gaze to Cooper before smiling. He reached over and gave his best friend’s shoulder a small squeeze. ”Everything’s going to be great, Mal. This will be a good thing for him! Who knows, maybe he’ll end up coming here when he’s old enough,” he suggested with a small smile.

Mallory glanced over at Gracie and smiled back at him. She didn’t know what she would do without her best friend. Soon Metric came into view and Mal pulled into an empty parking spot. Gracie eagerly jumped out of the car and stretched out his aching muscles. Mallory walked over to the back door and opened it up before brushing a strand of Cooper’s hair from his face. The poor little guy was all tuckered out after a long plane ride followed by a two hour car ride. ”Coop, wake up, sweetie. We’re here,” Mallory cooed softly as she stroked her son’s cheek and pressed her lips to his forehead.

Cooper groaned softly before his bright blue eyes flickered open. ”Here already?” he murmured before wiping the sleep from his eyes.

Smiling, Mal nodded before unbuckling the sleepy seven-year-old and helping him out of the vehicle. When the boy caught sight of all the colorful booths his eyes lit up and he gazed up at his mother, squeezing her hand and pointing. ”Can we go there?!” he insisted.

Before Mallory could even speak Gracie nodded his head enthusiastically. ”Yeah, that’s where we’re going, little man!! We’re going to eat so much food we’ll throw up!” he stated.

”Gracie, you are so not a good influence on my child,” Mallory teased sarcastically with a roll of her eyes as the three made their way toward the festivities.

-x-

Oliver's Outfit

Oliver could not have been happier to have the opportunity to show off his little family. He’s always pictured himself settling down and having kids but never imagined just how right it would feel. After meeting Cat things in his life just slowly began to fall into place. He went off to medical school and became a doctor, working in his father’s practice beside him. He had two children which he loved more than anything and another child on the way. Fatherhood suited him well and he made sure he kept his kids and his wife happy. They would go on family trips each year and just enjoy each other’s company. Of course, being a doctor, he was on call a lot and didn’t spend as much time with his family as he wanted but he was also helping those in need. He wanted to make sure his children also shared his beliefs in helping those in need. Of course he wasn’t going to pressure Oscar or Cara into becoming a doctor but if they wanted to that would be great!

They were almost to Metric where they would hopefully all have a good time. There would be other children for the kids to play with and hopefully a lot of old classmates both he and Cat could reconnect with. He knew for sure his brother and Mallory would be there but that was all he knew. Reaching over to the passenger’s side, he took Cat’s hand in his and gently rubbed the top of her hand with his thumb. He had been so lucky to have this woman in his life. She was so supportive and successful and not to mention downright beautiful. Cat had given him two perfect children and would soon bless him with another. He could not picture his life with anyone else.

”We’re almost there. Are you nervous at all? Oliver inquired as he glanced over at his wife before focusing on the road ahead.

-x-

Pippa's Outfit

Since Declan did not trust her driving he had been the one to take the driver’s seat on their way to Metric. Pippa really didn’t complain much about the matter because she knew what an erratic driver she was. In the span of a month she’d managed to back into five trash cans (which had been peculiarly placed in her defense). With him in the driver’s seat she had took it upon herself to deem herself in control of the music which mainly consisted of a bunch of obnoxious songs like Blue (Da Ba Dee). She sprawled out on the passenger’s seat, her body small enough to allow herself to prop up her feet on the dashboard. Being cooped up this long certainly wasn’t sitting well with her and all she wanted to do was get out of the vehicle.

”How long have we been driving? Ten hours? Fifteen days? A year? It feel like FOREVER!!” Pippa complained as she stared out the window. She was excited to go back to Metric and see all the old familiar faces but she absolutely hated having to wait!

Last Edit: Jun 13, 2016 22:49:51 GMT -5 by Kenzie

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Lori
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High School Never Ends Feb 16, 2016 13:25:23 GMT -5

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Post by Lori on Feb 16, 2016 13:25:23 GMT -5

Chase's shirt

The plane ride from New York to California hadn't exactly been the smoothest. It was kind of bumpy and very difficult to relax. Something about turbulence or whatever. Chase rolled his eyes at the thought. Way to completely make my girlfriend sick, he thought. The air sickness probably hadn't worn off of Max as, shortly after renting a car and driving towards Metric, they had to stop at the nearest pit stop. Chase didn't have a problem with that; it wasn't like they were in a rush. He just hoped that Max would actually be able to enjoy the reunion and that this wasn't a thing that would keep up with her all day. God, he hoped it didn't keep up with her all day! His plan could completely be blown up over it!

Things had changed a lot in ten years for Chase, almost all of them for the better. Oh don't get him wrong, he was still a goofball and he loved pulling pranks. And he still had a big mouth. And he loved to play video games. And he could be kind of lazy. And he clearly still had his curly hair, though they might have been trimmed a little over the past few years. And he still kept his style of graphic tees. And he never did get over his chocolate obsession. Ok fine, a lot of things about Chase really didn't change at all.

Eventually during his time at Metric Chase came to realize that he spent a lot more time doodling in his notebook than actually paying attention in class. That was what more than likely led him on the path to becoming an illustrator. It was an extremely difficult field and he really had to adapt to a 'lesser' lifestyle (for lack of a better word), though when he had trouble getting work his father always found something for him to do at his company. It took a lot for Chase to give into not relying on his father for a lot, from buying that first apartment in New York to having to cut on a few luxuries now. He still hadn't gotten his hands on the new video game system. Then again, his Wii U was still in pretty good shape after all these years so it was still something. When Chase wasn't working for his father, whose company was also located in New York City, Chase was attempting to work from his own apartment. Whether it was looking for commissions, actually getting work done or doing - something he still shuddered over - basic household chores. Surprisingly, however, that was not the biggest change in Chase over the last ten years.

If anyone would have told Chase that one date with Max would have led to five more dates (all planned in that same night), a chocolate war, actually dating, somewhat repairing his relationship with his sister and moving to and settling down in NYC, he would have sworn those people were crazy. Chase had never been one to think about settling down. No, he'd never exactly been a player, but he had been known to focus more on getting girls' numbers and either going on just one date with them to say he did or just never contact them again. Max was different. With her, everything just fell into place. He had a great time from their first meeting a party their sophomore year and, from there, one thing led to another. They had fun. They liked talking. She actually made Chase nervous sometimes. Chase would not have the life he had now nor grown into the man he has without Max. Hell if he had never gotten jealous of her with her dance partner from Metric, he would have never gotten close to Carla again. Apparently yelling at someone and hitting them with stuff was a great sibling bonding experience! Why did his dad's girlfriends never think of that? If Chase didn't meet Max, who else might have pointed out all his notebook doodles? Then again, his best friend Clint would have still never let Chase live it down about sappy romantic-y type stuff or how easy it really was to fall for someone. Dammit, screw that; Clint still never let Chase live it down how obvious the chemistry between Chase and Max had been at the chocolate war.

After graduating Metric Chase knew he was more than likely heading back to New York. His father was based in the city, his mom was always in the state somewhere (despite her always working) and Carla would be returning as well (though she preferred the suburbs whereas Chase learned to adapt to the city where more career opportunities for him rested). On top of that, Max was moving to New York to start full time where she'd been all along since Metric. So naturally it made sense for the two of them to move in together. The very beginning back in New York had to be the toughest for Chase; he was just trying to get his start and Max was never around because she was working her butt off. It was hard to keep a relationship going strong through that. Some people might have expected Chase to just give up and leave; how long could he have really acted kind of settled down for, anyway? But he proved them wrong. Heck even when Max was given the opportunity to start on Dancing with the Stars he backed her up on it. She'd do the same for him if it were reversed so why wouldn't he? That had been another difficult time in the beginning. And no, it didn't mean things had gotten any easier.

Chase wasn't the most observant person in the world. But after being with someone for ten years he knew when she was acting different. This reunion wasn't just a chance for them to reconnect with their friends or go back to where they first started out. Chase had bigger plans. Reaching into his jeans pocket, he pulled out a small velvet box and stared at it. How did he not notice before he bought the ring? Max was acting the way she was because they were ready to be more than just boyfriend and girlfriend. They'd been doing that dance - pun intended - for ten years. It was time to take the next step. Chase put the box back in his pocket and leaned his had back on the driver's seat. A black blazer rested over the seat which Chase said he'd be bringing into Metric in case it was cold in there somehow but really, it was just to look a little nicer when the time was right. Hey, he had to look a little nicer than just wearing jeans and a graphic tee for the big moment right? His heart raced in his chest thinking about the proposal. He went over it in his head so many times. And even though there was no going back now there were moments where he questioned everything. Was it a good idea, what specifically he had planned? Did he get a nice enough ring? Would Max be embarrassed? Hell would she even say yes? Ok that last question was a stupid one.

Briefly glancing towards the pit stop, Chase didn't see Max coming out yet. He reached into his other jeans pocket and pulled out his cell phone. He opened Facebook on Safari and pulled up his messages to Amy. Chase had been secretly planning the proposal with Max's best friend for months; Amy was the one person who had to have known Max better than anyone. Sure, Chase could have just texted Amy; he did still have her number even after she moved to...Europe, was it? He always forgot. But on the off chance Max ever needed Chase's phone for something, he didn't want to blow the cover. Facebook messages were better. Be at Metric soon.Let me know which room to meet you in, he typed. Chase had to make sure this went perfect. No, the proposal wouldn't happen right away. But they should meet in person and go over the plan one more time to make sure it was all perfect. Not to mention there was just one more component that Chase had to bring into the mix. He just had to come up with a dang good excuse to borrow one of his best friend's kids. No pressure or anything. About anything. ...Right?

His thought were interrupted when he heard the car door click open. Chase quickly returned to the home screen on his iPhone and placed it back in his pocket. If Amy messaged him back it would just have to wait until they parked at Metric. Or if Max needed another bathroom. Chase turned to look at his girlfriend. He watched her move some of her curls away from her face, probably just trying to relax herself. Even though Chase knew things had been a little different between them the past couple of months he tried not to let it get to him. She was just on edge because they'd been together for so long and he hadn't popped the question; all he had to do was remind her that nothing was changing without implying anything was coming. He reached over to her, lightly rubbing her shoulder. If he could get to her back and rub it to help her relax even more, he would. Even if it seemed like she was pushing him away, even if it seemed like she was keeping to herself more often or just something was going on she didn't want to talk about, Chase was sure everything would work out by the end of the day. It had to. "I'm sorry the ride was so rough on you. How are you feeling?" he asked her. "Do you wanna lay down a bit before we go? No rush."

-x-

Declan's Shirt & pants

This morning was, oddly enough, different than most mornings. At least for Declan. Most mornings he'd either be waking up with a random girl next to him and freaking Pippa out - even though she was more than used to it by now - or stumbling in after yet another one night stand before Pippa would be yelling in his ear about something or other. But hey, that was the life Declan signed up for when he and Pippa got their apartment. Lack of their hooking up aside - which really was non-existent, much to Declan's displeasure - it was an awesome arrangement. Declan barely paid any rent and he got to live life as he pleased. Ok so with a little push from Pippa he did manage to score a part time job as a barista. It was good enough, but Declan considered himself an artist. If only he could actually sell some of his work. But one could argue that Declan had his reasons for his life choices.

Having a baby in high school definitely scarred him. As little to no contact as he ever had with Everly (he only remembered her name because he despised it so much), there was always the matter of child support. If Declan barely made any money of his own then he barely had to pay anything for her. Or to his ex. On top of that, living so far away from them meant that Declan didn't have to interact with either of them. Declan didn't want to be responsible. He was living the life he was since he was eighteen/nineteen years old. There was no way in hell he was going back! No kids, no actual relationships, no nothing for him! He was perfectly fine with his lifestyle. The fact that he was living with someone who would never really speak badly to him and actually enabled him was an added bonus. That wasn't to say Declan didn't appreciate or genuinely care about Pippa. He'd appreciate her more if they ever banged, but that was besides the point. She was his best friend and it felt awesome to have someone in his corner no matter what. Even though they were complete opposites in a way and Declan was a bit of a hypocrite - he could bang anyone he wanted but never wanted to see Pippa hook up with someone - they worked. Pippa's bubbly, quirky and almost childlike personality contrasted nicely with Declan's...being Declan.

He chuckled a little at his friend. "We only left seven minutes ago," he told her as their apartment wasn't too far from the Metric area. She could be so patient sometimes. Or maybe overdramatic. Either way Declan accepted it. He kept his eyes on the road before shaking his head. "I don't even know why you talked me into going to this reunion. You really think I'm gonna see someone from my past and reconnect and everything's going to be perfectly ok?" Though it didn't stop him from using one of his tank tops to really show off his muscles and try to get someone's attention. Still, sometimes Declan thought it was really Pippa who was the evil genius in their relationship somehow rather than him.She would always find a way to have something up her sleeve about something.

Last Edit: Feb 16, 2016 13:30:41 GMT -5 by Lori

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High School Never Ends Feb 17, 2016 20:35:10 GMT -5

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Post by Shelby on Feb 17, 2016 20:35:10 GMT -5

Max's Outfit

Oh, Max had never hated a plane ride more than she did the one heading to California, and that was saying a lot, given the fact that she generally hated plane rides despite how often she found herself flying back and forth on this near same route to take care of various jobs and what not. But of course this plane ride had to be filled with turbulence; of course there just had to be a storm near the Rockies that they had to pass over which resulted in wind hitting against the side of plane, swaying it back and forth as the pilot up front told them not to worry and that, hopefully, things would pass quickly and smoothly. But it hadn't. The majority of the ride had been bumpy, upsetting Max's stomach to the fullest. The fact that they were sitting back in coach with the small, squished seats didn't help her either since she felt compacted and constricted, trapped almost. Her stomach started to gurgle, and once she had actually been able to make it to the bathroom before she upchucked the breakfast she had eaten that morning, but the rest of the times has been futile attempts at throwing up but only dry heaving into a bag that the flight attendant that given her while Chase rubbed her back and whispered words to her that should have relaxed her but only stressed her out more.

God, she had never actually been physically sick from the plane ride. She had felt sick plenty of times but the motions of being up in the air and ever turbulence had never been that much of a bother to her; she was usually always able to quail any sicknesses with sips of water here and there, but that sure as hell hadn't worked then.

Chase asked her if she was okay, if it was the turbulence that was getting to her, and she nodded her head. In a sense she wasn't lying; it was the turbulence and the jerking movements of the plan that caused her stomach to flip and gurgle uncomfortably to the point where she actually threw up, but there was an entirely different application to that equation that caused her to be sick. And it's name just so happened to be a baby. Welcome to motherhood, apparently. What was the oddest thing about this whole sickness ordeal, however, was the fact that she should have been over this by now; she was now into her second trimester, four months into the pregnancy, and through all of the things that she had secretly read when not around Chase for fear of him knowing what was going on she had read that once women hit their second trimester the morning sickness usually stopped. Why it was called morning sickness was even a wonder to her since when she did get sick it was never in the morning and usually at night when she was getting ready for bed.

But it hadn't even been much of a problem for her! Yes, she occasionally got sick throughout the past four months, but it was nothing like she had anticipated or expected, something that she was thankful for. If there was one thing she could complain about so far throughout this pregnancy, it was the fact that she was always so tired and that her breast were so tender to a point that she didn't like touching them herself, much less letting Chase touch them when they were being intimate with one another, or trying to be, rather.

She felt so bad for what she had been doing to Chase, and not only just from how she had been pulling away from him as her worries and anxiety started to take over her mind, but because of the fact that she was hiding this pregnancy from him. She should have told him as soon as she found out; she should have told him as soon as she suspected that she was pregnant, but she hadn't. She chickened out. She couldn't get the image out of her head that Chase would be upset about getting pregnant without planning for it. It just... Happened. They had only talked about kids once before and that had been years ago. She wanted to be established before they had kids; she wanted them to be comfortable with life so that they could raise a child in a happy, stable home, and it wasn't that she thought they didn't have that that stopped her from telling him about the pregnancy. In all honesty, she didn't really know why she hadn't told him. It shouldn't be something to be afraid of, right? Chase loved her, she loved him, and she had no doubt in her mind that he wouldn't be happy for a kid. After all, look at all of what they had been through; they moved to New York together, went through those few couple of years of hell as they tried to get their lives together, and after ten years they were happy with each other...

But what if he wasn't? What if he wasn't happy about having an unplanned baby? Yeah, they were nearly thirty and had been together for ten years, but there were so many things that they could do together that they couldn't do once they had a baby. And things would change once a baby came; how would their relationship change? And how would her career change? How would she be able to handle not being able to dance for months after she started to show and after the baby was born, and how was she going to handle just not being able to do her career for a while? What was she going to do? How was she going to handle herself, and what were her bosses going to think? What were the producers of Dancing with the Stars going to think when then called her in a few months to have her back on the show for the next season but she had to decline because she was pregnant?

She didn't know what to do with herself. She didn't know when or how she was going to tell her bosses or how or when she was going to tell Chase, but she knew that it was going to have to happen soon. She wouldn't be able to hide this pregnancy much longer. Her hips were already getting wider and she was beginning to gain more weight now, her pelvic region was beginning to start with a small bulge that was still pretty unnoticeable yet nearly visible. She couldn't wear anything tight unless she wanted it to be shown, which was why she decided to wear the dress she had now and why she only packed other loose fitting clothes such as that. That as that reason why she was afraid to get intimate with Chase and always pushed him away, saying that she had a headache and just wasn't feeling in the mood; because she thought that he would notice now. In the beginning, when there were no apparent changes to her body, she hadn't been afraid to have sex with him; hell, she had sex with him to try and be somewhat normal with him, but she couldn't deny that she hadn't felt as into it as she had been before finding out that she was pregnant.

It wasn't fair to him. She noticed the way he looked at her now, like he was concerned over them and like he wanted to ask her what was wrong but was afraid to. She almost wanted to scream at him to ask her what was wrong so that they could fight about it so that if she revealed the secret that was slowly growing within her uterus it would have come out then. And it wasn't fair to him that he hadn't even been at the doctor's office with her when she had first been able to hear the baby's heartbeat to confirm the pregnancy. She hadn't remembered crying that much about something in a long time. She felt guilty then about that, and she still felt guilty about it now, even as she leaned over the toilet at the gas station, getting sick again, this time because her stomach started to twist like it had on the plane, and because she found herself overly disgusted with the bathroom. She hoped she wouldn't catch anything from this place.

After finishing up, she flushed the toilet, went to the sink and washed her hands before she looked at herself in the mirror. She looked paler and her hands shook lightly. Get yourself together... She was excited to be going back to Metric, going back to the place that had changed her life for the better not only for her career life but for her love life, but there was a wariness that crept into her bones that told her to just go back home and lay down. But she didn't want to do that. She didn't want to get back on another plane, least they get stuck having to go through another storm with bad turbulence. She already didn't have anything left in her stomach to throw up, and she didn't feel like throwing her guts up in compensation of anything else.

Sighing, she finally left the bathroom and headed back outside. It was warm out, nice actually, and as a sullen wind breezed past her she felt a little better. Not completely, but a little. She got back in the car and sat back, brushed a hand through her hair and looked to Chase when she felt is hand gently massaging he shoulder. She gave him a small, faint smile, before she shook her head and straighten and strengthen her frame. "No, I'm fine, really," she insisted as she reached for her seat belt to hook it in. "That plane ride was just rough, and you know how I already feel about planes. Nothing to worry about, though; we can head to the school. Maybe once we're outside walking around I'll feel a little better." She reached a hand over and laid it across the one that wasn't resting on her shoulder, giving it a gentle squeeze as her hands still trembled lightly. "Thanks for being so patient with me though. I know it's not fun traveling with someone who gets sick every five minutes." Now that, she couldn't help but laugh at.

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Chardonnay's Outfit

"Come on, hurry it up; we need to get these hors d'Oevures out. Now!" Snapping her fingers, Chardonnay let her voice carry through the kitchen she stood in, people bustling here and there, chefs standing by their respective stands as they wiped down their stations to ready for the next round of prep work, and the waiters and waitresses that quickly fixed their attire and headed towards the table that held silver platters with an assortment of little finger foods sitting on it. The hors d'Oevures that were being passed out throughout the beginning stages of the reunion before the real meal portion (which Chardonnay was already beginning to loathe because it was going to be buffet style, a style of serving food she hated, but it had to be done because too many people were going to be there to serve regularly and having a buffet was just all around easier) consisted items off her menu that were reserved for the appetizers--things like Wild Mushroom Ragoût on Crispy Polenta with Comte Cheese, Mini Zucchini and Goat Cheese Tarts, Marinated Baby Vegetables, Potato Croquetas with Saffron Alioli, etc, and even things that the kids would hopefully enjoy that Chardonnay had to adjust and come up with a recipe for that resulted in mini hot dogs wrapped in a special bread that she had created herself, little baked cheese straws, and an assortment of other food that they would hopefully enjoy--but now they were portioned down into smaller sizes, sizes that would really only take one bite but enough for a cocktail hour. There was enough food to go around, hopefully, and to wet people's pallets and get them accustomed to the style of food that would be served when the buffet was going to be opened which, when Chardonnay looked at the clock at the top of the wall in the kitchen, she realized would be in a few hours.

She ran a hand through her hair and took another look at the place. As the waiters and waitresses started making their way out the door to head outside where people were beginning to arrive to walk around and offer hors d'Oevures and glasses of wine and champagne since other stations around the grounds would have drinks more suited for kids and drinks that weren't alcoholic. It may only be early afternoon, but it was never too early to drink, right? She pushed the thought aside as the hectic air that ran through the kitchen went out the door along with the waiters and waitresses, the only sounds now of the chefs chatting with each other, and even with Chardonnay as she passed by them and reminded them of something. She let them break for a few moments and even let herself cool down as she took in the lingering smells of the food that had been created before she suddenly clapped her hands, grabbed their attention, and with a notepad in hand she started telling them what needed to be made first, who was going to be making it, and about how long she wanted them to cook it for. She looked at each and every person, pointing to them and telling them to reiterate what she had just told them so that they knew what she wanted to be cook, and then nodded her head before she set the clipboard on an empty counter and sighed as the chefs started moving around, getting their stations set up with an assortment of freshly cleaned utensils and food that they were beginning to pull out.

Thank God Metric had allowed them to use the kitchen here instead of them having to make the food at the restaurant and bring it here. That would have been a mess; it wouldn't have given the people the value of what her food really tasted like, and she refused to be made a fool of, especially here when past graduates from her class and the class before her were going to come for the reunion.

The past ten years had been good for her, rough, but good for her over all. Along with weird instances that appeared in her life, things had turned good for her. The first couple of years of running her restaurant had been rough; it took a lot for her to gain the respect that she deserved as well as to finally be able to say that she was out of her father's shadow and able to do her own things and able to run her own restaurant, but she preserved through. There had been tears and a little bit of blood throughout the way, but eventually Chardonnay got what she wanted; a successful career, and a successful restaurant that continued to get five star reviews.

She still marveled at the fact that she had agreed to come to this thing, and to cater the food. These people were getting a steal of a deal on her food since it was the school that was paying for everything. It's not like she cared about any of the people that she had graduated with; she didn't talk to people from Metric any longer aside from Chad every once in a while when he came into the restaurant with a new woman on his arm every time, and Arthur who she still continued her fuck buddy relationship with. Now that was amazing in and of itself, the fact that they hadn't gotten tired of each other yet and the fact that she still craved his touch and for him to be inside her, moving in her, pushing her to that edge that she loved to topple over and that always caused her to moan just a little louder and with a luster that she couldn't hold back and loved. Neither of them were in any relationships, neither of them were attached to each other. They still fucked and that was it. No feelings, no anything...

Then again, she did have a particular feeling of anger towards Arthur then, one that caused her to grit her teeth when she thought about him. He said that he didn't know where her makeup ended up; he said that he hadn't seen it in his apartment when he looked, but she knew that she left it there; where else would she have left it?! What, was he hiding it or something, trying to figure out makeup for himself? Now that thought made her laugh. She couldn't imagine him in makeup, nor did she particularly care to ever see him in any. She liked his face as it was now; more mature and more sexy than it was when they were in college, even if it hadn't changed much.

She listened to utensils clang together at the chefs started moving, and after watching the for a few more moments, Chardonnay turned, said she'd come and check back with them later, and headed out the door, stopping as her reflection bounced off the stainless steel fridge. She turned her body to the side, checking how her figure had changed over the years and how she looked a little more toned, or flat stomached, than she had back in college. With having regular sex with Arthur and with her having been insecure about herself, she took to jogging more and yoga when she had the time, putting her body in a shape that it hadn't been in college, but she loved it. The fact that she had a little more endurance during sex was a plus to the whole 'being in better shape' thing too. She flicked her hair over her shoulder, the strands having gotten longer over the years as they fell a few inches lower than previously. After smiling to herself, she walked outside and towards the general area where people would loiter at. This, she had a feeling, was going to be an interesting day, or incredibly annoying. The tables for the buffet were still in the process of being set up in the distance she could see, but otherwise things seemed to be in place when it came to the other tables and stations around the grounds.

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Ace's Outfit || Arinna's Outfit

"Everything is going to be okay, I promise. If I feel like I'm going into labor, you will be the first person I notify. Scouts honor!" The fact that she had that mischievous little gleam to her eyes and lips as she spoke only caused Ace to groan even louder, which, in turn, caused the woman beside him, his wife, to laugh loudly. She covered her mouth to try and hold down the giggles, but her shoulders continued to shake even as she did so until she was able to calm herself and lean over to rest her head against Ace's shoulder. "Oh, you know I'll tell you. Besides, the due dates not for another two weeks anyway. I know I look like I'm about to pop, but I don't think I'm going to be having our little boy anytime soon. I think he's very comfortable where is he." She pat her expanded belly gently and turned to look down at it, staring adoringly at the covered skin.

God he loved this woman, and as he looked at her blushing face now, Ace wondered how he ever got so lucky as to find someone like her to marry. Sure, she could be a little hard to handle at times, but what woman in his life wasn't hard to handle? If it wasn't his mother that was a pain in the ass it was either Max or Amy, and ever since he found Arinna she became a new problem to stick on a his side. But she was a good problem, a pleasant problem, one that he never wanted to let go of and one that he hadn't let go of since he met her. Dating her, at first, had been awkward though. Instead of him 'being the man' and asking her out on a date, she basically tricked him into one by rushing up to him on campus one day during some of his earliest days as a teacher during a break and told him that something was wrong in one of the art rooms that needed to be looked at quick. Thinking that something had actually been wrong, he dropped what he had been doing, followed her through the building and into the room that she pointed him towards, and then stopped once he opened the door, saw a table set for two with a white table cloth spread over it with a small vase with a single rose sitting in it in the middle of the table. He turned and looked back at Arinna with a puzzled look, to which she targeted back with a grin and a coy laugh, as she shrugged her shoulders. "I told you there was an emergency; there was a table for two set here, and I didn't want to eat alone."

And that had been the start of crazy years that led to the dating, getting married, and now to them in the process of having a baby boy.

He tilted his head for a second and looked down at her and despite himself he couldn't help but smile. The way the sun bounced through the window seemed to create a halo around his wife; it seemed to lighten her honey blonde hair that was pulled back into an elegant fishtail braid that she kept flipped over one of her shoulders, and with her hair pulled back the contours of her face showed. Her fair skin gleamed with the glow of upcoming motherhood, her high cheeks were reddened with a blush and more round due to the weight gain of pregnancy, and her brown eyes gleamed with excitement as they continued making their way closer and closer to the campus that Ace missed and to the friends that he dearly missed as well. He still kept in touch with his best friends Amy, Max, and Todd, but he couldn't deny that he missed them invading his personal life (well, Amy and Max since Todd didn't do that) on a daily basis, and he missed just being around them in person.

But, he digressed. Seeing them now would likely want to send him running back to Michigan. Oh, he could only imagine how loud Amy and Max were going to scream and how they were probably going to jump around like a couple of jackrabbits hopped up on caffeine, and he had no doubt that they'd try to pull him and Todd into the mix too, and even Arinna. Which, in all honesty, was what worried him a bit. He wasn't afraid that they were going to hurt her, no, but he was almost afraid that the excitement would run through Arinna and jump start her labor two weeks early where they wouldn't be able to reach her doctor and where he wouldn't know what to do because they hadn't gone through the labor plan yet.

He told Arinna to prepare for the worst beforehand, which was waved off in dismissal as Arinna shook her head and told him, again, that she was going to be fine and that she was excited to see all of them again. And then she proceeded to tell him that he overreacted over everything and that he needed to lighten up, which she then planted a kiss on his cheeks and continued on her happy little way.

She really was a pain at times. But a pain he loved nonetheless, even if he had to listen to her obnoxiously loud snoring every night and even if he had to listen to that laugh of hers that sounded like a dying seal. If anything, he found all of that endearing.

He parked the car and watched as people in the distance walked around. "Well, here we are. Are you-"

"I'm sure I'm fine!" Grabbing Ace's chin gingerly, Arinna turned his head to look at her and pulled him closer to where she could give him a peck on the lips before she pulled back and smile. "Now come on, I want you to show me around and I want to see whose all here."

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Niko's Outfit (On the Left)

She was nervous. And excited. She was nervous and excited at the same time, so much so that Niko couldn't help but smile widely as she pulled up to the school. So many memories surfaced her mind, so many things that were good, but then also things that were bad but she pushed those thoughts aside. This was not a time to think about the bad; this was a time to think about the good! To think about the fact that, yeah, going to this school had basically been a waste of time to her, she still went on to do better things in her life.

The past ten years of her life had been more than hectic. She went from not wanting to do what she was doing in life yet being too afraid to leave that life because she didn't know what else she could possibly do since she really didn't know how to do anything else, to finally listening to good advice that led her to leaving the grip that her parents kept on her so that she could follow her dreams, what ever those had been at the time. It had been scary, yes; when she left her parents and disowned by them, left with hardly anything but enough to live off of for about a year, she didn't know what she wanted to do in life. She didn't what she could do in life, and the fact that she had fallen into a small depression at the time hadn't helped with anything. She had been alone in a world that she didn't understand, she had been lost in the sea of her own mind. What could she do? What was she going to do? She knew that she had to do something, to at the very least get a job so that she could keep some money coming in, no matter how small the amount, so that she wouldn't go broke, but even that had been difficult for her to do; it had been more difficult than finding an apartment to live in since she couldn't afford to live in the place that she had previously been living in.

She had been scared. There had been more than one time in which she had thought about crawling back to her parents and saying that she was sorry and that she would go back to modeling, but a voice in her head always told her to stop. It always told her not to do it and that, eventually, find her way in the world, and she believed it. She followed the voice and eventually got herself a small job at a retail store for a while before she thought about going back to school. It had been tough--she was still paying off the debt she had acquired. And it had taken her more than another two years to figure out what she wanted to do in life; she wanted to be a game designer, or to help design games. And that was where her calling was.

Who would have ever thought that someone like her would have went to do something with video games when she had been a model previously? Of course it hadn't been easy; it had taken a while to gain the respect that she had now because of the way she looked, because of the fact that she was a women in the gaming world, and because of the fact that some people recognized her from her former life as a model. They asked her why she wasn't doing it any longer and why she had decided to do this or if she was trying to pull some sort of rug out from their feet, and though she denied those accusations, it had been tiring. But it had been fun. She never imagined the ideas that she could create when she put her mind to it because of how her parents used to stifle any bit of creativity that came to her, but now that she had allowed it to come out, it flourished.

She couldn't wait to see everyone here again, back at the school. She was nervous, of course, to see how they'd react if and when they'd ask what she was doing in her life now and she told them because it was such an unexpected thing, but she knew that there would always be a sense of pride that came along with what she said too because she was proud. She was proud of herself for getting over the obstacles that stood in her way, and she was proud of herself for not needing her parents anymore. She was... Happy. Genuinely happy. And she was excited, especially as she started walking through the grounds and looked at everything.

High Schoolers:

Nora Acker || Chase Smith || Chance Smith

College Students:

Chardonnay Nicholas || Ace Harrison || Max Carter || Niko Connor || Toni Locklear

Teachers:

Jonathan Hall || Leo Fletcher

Academy Staff:

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Post by Kenzie on Feb 18, 2016 0:14:40 GMT -5

Amy’s Outfit // Todd’s Outfit // Susan’s Outfit // Adelaide’s Outfit // Arthur’s Outfit // Chad’s Outfit (sans tie)

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Amy found it so hard to believe that she had been gone from California for five years! It’d already been five years since she’d left Mason the day of their wedding and ran away like a coward, leaving her father and friends to deal with the aftermath. She stared up at the gates of Metric Academy, watching as the sun glittered on the glass windows. Had it really been that long?

After graduating, Amy had kept her relationship going steady while working as a photographer. She wasn’t that famous, and her pictures didn’t always get accepted, but she kept trying. Throughout everything, she’d had her best friends and boyfriend there to support her. A year or so after they graduated, Amy was proposed to by Mason. At the time she was ecstatic, and accepted, and became his fiancée. She felt like her life was falling together, but as the deadline for the wedding approached, she started to get restless. She and Max (who was to be her maid of honor) went dress shopping together and it was all so much fun, but when she looked in the mirror and saw herself in a breathtaking wedding dress, she didn’t feel as happy as she thought she would have. She postponed the wedding for another year, assuming she’d get over these pre-wedding jitters. But as another year rolled down, she hadn’t gotten over the jitters. And then she did one of the meanest, cruelest things she could do to someone – the night before the wedding Amy ran away, took money from her savings account, and boarded an express flight to Europe. She’d caused quite a stir especially when Mason found out, she’d left a note for him, explaining that she couldn’t marry him and that she needed some space. She broke up with him in that letter and told him he deserved better than her – he was so sweet, and even now, Amy was furious at herself for not being able to go through with the wedding. But then she thought about where she’d be had she been married – a mother, a wife, settled down in some career? It made her anxious to think about. After she’d been in Europe for a day she called Max on a payphone and bawled her eyes out, apologizing, saying she just didn’t know what she’d done and that she’d possibly made the biggest mistake of her life. But she couldn’t take it back. She told Max she’d be back to visit, that she needed some space to find herself, and begged her not to tell Mason where she was. She promised she’d call him herself.

But she never had.

She’d meant to. But every time she tried, she couldn’t do it. Instead, she became a photographer, a more famous one anyway, and her pictures started to appear more. She’d been featured on TIME! The thoughts made her happy, but being here... coming back here... she’d only been to America for Ace’s wedding, and that was in Michigan. But she knew Mason would be at this reunion, too. But, she reasoned... so would everyone else!

Amy strut into the grounds and immediately saw people she recognized. She beamed, so happy to hear that other people were doing well. There were a few couples she saw together that made her squeal – couples she’d never thought would happen, but always shipped! She tilted the sunglasses she was wearing up into her curls, letting her brown eyes take in the beautiful green grounds that she missed dearly.

She heard a ping and grabbed her iPhone, seeing a facebook message from Chase. Her lips stretched into a wide grin. Oh she knew all about his plan to propose to Max! And she was super pumped for it. She’d shipped them since that party she’d introduced them at, and was so glad they were going to take the next step – completely convinced Max would say yes!

Im here now, wanna msg me when ur here and we can meet in the old auditorium??? Its open and literally no one gonna be there She clacked away on her device. She hit send and then allowed her nostrils to inhale the scent of food and fresh air as people laughed among one another. She wanted to take a picture – everyone was so photo-esque! She scanned the crowd with a smile. She saw someone not too far away, and waved, walking over. ”Oh my God!! Niko? Is that you?! I MISSED YOU!”

-x-

After Todd graduated college he moved in with Gavin in a medium sized apartment close to LA, for the sake of gas money, since XYZ agency was right there in the city. If Todd thought they had the bond of brothers before they certainly had it now. Todd talked to his family often and had them over but was less reliant than he’d once been, and had his own life to deal with. He still sent his parents regular portions of his earnings, even though he knew they no longer needed it. If they didn’t want to spend the money on themselves, he reasoned, they could just invest it to Clementine. She was married now and her unborn child already had a college fund started – Todd was more than willing to help out his sister in that regard. He’d come out to his family after he had some independence, after the wounds of what he’d done to Gracie and Niko respectively were no longer fresh. As he’d feared his father wasn’t very happy about it, in fact they stopped talking for a while and that devastated Todd, but due to his mother and sister ganging up on him about it, his father had eventually apologized. Todd’s first serious relationship had flopped, but regardless, Todd had introduced him to his parents and John had tried his best to accept it. The attempts were what made Todd happy, and allowed him to feel confidence afterwards that he hadn’t experienced before.

His demeanor changed after he joined XYZ agency officially as a model – no longer could he be a doormat, walked all over by other models. The models in the real world were much less friendly than the ones at metric. They didn’t like the ‘newbie’ with a future perfectly lined up – they knew he was privileged and so did Todd. At first it made him insecure and guilt-ridden, but after he experienced a particularly nasty scandal with his boyfriend (then turned ex-boyfriend) lashing out at him in some magazine, Todd realized something important. He didn’t give as much of a fuck as he thought he did.

After that Todd’s success was like climbing a latter. He never got outright rude but he did become a bit of a diva, because he knew what he deserved and he went for it. He toured Europe for a year and a half with Gavin when he was 25, working as a model the whole time, and became a very popular face.

Here he was, back at Metric, almost 30. He hadn’t driven himself, of course, but Gavin had been busy so he had gotten a ride from a chauffeur. On his nose were sunglasses, obscuring his bright blue eyes from the bright sun. He was in a blue button down and white shorts, and even now stood out in the crowd due to his height. Unlike when he was in college Todd held his head up high and walked into the gates. He was aware of the eyes on him and, not wanting to be rude, he tilted the glasses up to the top of his head and flashed a charming smile at some former classmates. They looked surprised – it was a much different smile than they used to see from him – but he was used to the way their cheeks flushed and they smiled back. Todd wasn’t a playboy by any means, but he was no longer as ashamed of himself and his physical attractiveness like he’d been when he was buried in the closet. But behind them, Todd saw someone who caught his eye.

”Ace?!” He exclaimed, spotting the familiar guy and his wife beside him. Todd’s smile grew more natural as he came over, not noticing Niko a few feet away near Mal and Gracie, all of whom he’d inevitably want to talk to. Though he did think he heard a loud, familiar voice not too far away and furrowed his brow. He shook his head and focused on Ace and Arinna, for now unaware of the baby bump on her, at least, until she decided to turn around. ”I haven’t seen you since your wedding! Uhm... how are you?”

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The car ride to the reunion was short, thank God, because Adelaide had stolen Arthur’s AUX chord and plugged in her god damn scream crap. She refused to relinquish the chord and Susan found it funny, so she wasn’t on his side. They’d picked up Annabelle to help out, because Adelaide didn’t like to go anywhere without her best friend. Adelaide was throwing her head around in the back and trying to get Annabelle to dance with her. When the ride was over, they’d all gone their separate ways to help set the event up. Susan went to Mr. Audet and helped him get the electronics working. She’d wanted to find Chardonnay immediately (because she’d heard she was catering) but Mr. Audet told her that she was getting set up, and Susan reluctantly agreed. Annabelle had volunteered to run a booth, so she went to set that up. That meant Adelaide and her uncle were together, setting up decorations and games for the kids.

After he’d graduated, Arthur was promoted into a management position in the theater and Adelaide had always known him as such. She was used to begging her uncle to get her into the latest movies for free! And he usually didn’t mind, as long as she didn’t make a big deal out of it. She was very close to her uncle, he was the biggest male influence in her life! Of course her mother was her best friend, but her mother had a tendency to tease her about her crush on Adelaide, ever since she found out about it. She went to her uncle to vent about it, or for comfort when she didn’t want teasing. And obviously she knew everything about him and his life! At least, the important parts, anyway.

Wrong. She was so wrong. When she discovered scented soap in his apartment she hadn’t bat an eyelash, but a few days ago she found this. Adelaide pulled a makeup compact from her pocket and glared at it as though she could melt it if she wanted to. Either her uncle was into makeup now (he wasn’t) or he was seeing someone. A woman someone! And she didn’t know about it! It wasn’t fair! Her uncle knew everything about her love life (or lack thereof)! He knew so much about Annabelle, with how much she talked about her, and how fun she was, how much she unintentionally hurt her, and how many times had Adelaide cried to him over her best friend getting a new boyfriend?! So why was she in the dark about this?! Adelaide was furious!

Her uncle had just finished setting up one of the games and was sufficiently distracted, rubbing his forehead with his hand. She was already almost as tall as he was, with long legs barely covered by her shorts. She glanced at the compact again. She was smart – smart enough to have read her uncle’s reaction at the reunion. He hadn’t agreed to go until Susan had begged him to, and even then, it wasn’t until Adelaide chimed in that he agreed. He looked uncomfortable and, because she was looking for his reaction, she knew he was searching for something. This compact. Whoever he was seeing must be going to this thing! And she must be looking for the compact. Adelaide knew makeup and this thing was fucking pricey! Whoever her uncle was seeing... she must be loaded!

She put the compact into her pocket when Arthur turned around. He looked at her with raised eyebrows and she matched his expression with a pout. He nudged towards Annabelle’s booth, as she waited for some patrons to come over. Adelaide stared for a few seconds at her friend as the wind blew and her hair flickered across her face, the smile practically making her glow. Adelaide’s heart started to race.

”Uncle Artie, I’m supposed to be working with you,” Adelaide said. Arthur shook his head and put an arm on her shoulder. She continued to pout, but eventually it turned into a flushed expression.

”You won’t do crap if you’re staring at her the whole time. She’s looking for you.” He said.

”You think?” Adelaide blinked, and saw that Adelaide looked somewhat impatient. Arthur clapped her on the shoulder.

” You’re 90 percent of the reason she came to this thing, aren’t you? Go.” He said. Adelaide hid her face with her hands as she started to blush a little bit. This kind of teasing didn’t hurt – it was sweet, innocent, it made her happy to be important to Annabelle, even if it wasn’t romantic. And that her uncle had pointed it out just made her happier. She glanced over at him and he gave her an encouraging smile, and she almost felt bad about the prank she was going to pull... but then she remembered he was keeping secrets from her, and her pity vanished. She listened to her uncle and walked across the quad, stopping in front of Annabelle’s booth, grinning over at her friend.

”Annabelle! Applaud me for my genius plan, the one I texted you about but couldn’t tell you in the car,” She slipped the makeup compact out of her pocket and snickered. Arthur’s attention as long gone, and she revealed how expensive and nice the makeup in her hand was. She made sure that her pose was slightly leaning forward, her gaze confident despite the fact that Adelaide’s gaze on her made her heart flutter. ”I got bait! I’m gonna find my uncle’s secret girlfriend and give her what-for!”

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Susan had finished with Mr. Audet and went to look about the crowd. She was a very popular teacher so many students saw her and talked to her, and she of course talked to everyone who wanted to talk to her! She loved talking to students. She eventually found her brother in the crowd, and after being told where Adelaide had gone, she told him that they were going to go and say hi to Chardonnay. His eyebrow twitched.

”Why the hell do you like her so much?!” He snapped, because God damn, his sister was ridiculous. She noticed her all the time. She wanted to go to her restaurant at least once a year even though she could barely afford a glass of water there. She acted like she was so proud! And of course Susan was proud of all her students, but never this god damn much! He rolled his eyes and freed his hand. ”I’m not going to say hi to her. She hates me. I hate her.”

He ignored the gut feeling he got saying that – it was his instinctual reaction, but he didn’t know how true that was anymore. On the surface sure, maybe she got on his nerves, but no matter what their relationship was, if he said he hated her it was a lie. He certainly didn’t feel anything like love for her, but he didn’t hate her. Even though he knew the inverse was true – she definitely still hated him. Susan was blabbing on now, about the fact she was catering and her food was probably delicious! He rolled his eyes and his sister was about to drag him off, until they both caught sight of a familiar person walking towards the loitering grounds and had dramatically different reactions. Susan’s face lit up as she called out loudly, ”MS. NICHOLAS”. Arthur, meanwhile, felt his face scrunch up in irritation as he saw her outfit, which was very distracting, and he retracted his earlier thoughts. He hated her very much right now because why couldn’t she come to the stupid reunion decked out in something less distracting? He felt an elbow jam into his side and his sister was glaring over at him, and he sighed. ”Hi, Princess.” Susan had aged over the years, and she had more wrinkles than she had when she was younger, but she was still glowing and her features were still rounded and her body looked very similar to when she was young – except, perhaps, her hips were a bit wider than they used to be.

Again, Susan elbowed her brother and smiled at Chardonnay. ”You look amazing, doesn’t she, Artie?! And oh, how have the years been! I think I saw you on a show, once, and oh! You’re doing the catering tonight? I’m so excited to taste it! I’ve been to your restaurant a few times you know, I don’t think you ever saw me!”

Arthur kneaded his forehead and sighed. Why did she have to be the first person Susan saw? He didn’t respond to her question and just looked like he wanted to leave. He still hadn’t found the compact Chardonnay had left at his apartment – and he knew she was going to kill him if he couldn’t find it soon. Or she’d just stop having sex with him... honestly, he didn’t know which option he would find more painful.

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Chad was still just as hot as he was when he graduated. No, maybe he wasn’t just as hot as he used to be... maybe he was hotter than he’d been. Chad had graduated and then gone straight to work with his father in LA. He’d had the occasional run-in with Todd, who had actually done some work with their company before as a model. But the majority of marketing was managed by Chad, and his artwork.

He’d fallen in love with Mallory, at some point. At first she was just someone who he was chasing, someone who teased him and who he liked to try to get attention from. But when she actually gave him that attention, when she wound up getting close to him and he stopped sleeping with other girls, he didn’t realize how bad he had it until he woke up one night after a nightmare and she was there, and suddenly everything came crashing down like a pile of bricks. It was too real. It was too real to be with her, he was too exposed, she was too kind and he didn’t know what to do. But, fortunately for himself and his selfishness, he was graduating soon by that point.

He’d left Mal without much of a goodbye – he sent her one text, one text saying that he was moving and wouldn’t be around to hook up anymore. It was cruel, and mean, and he either didn’t realize that she’d fallen for him too, or he was too selfish to care. But regardless he moved right after graduation, and got his own place in the city. He worked as his father’s co-chair, the one involved in marketing, and watched in triumph as his step-mother squirmed when she realized Chad became more of Geoffrey’s equal than she would ever be.

As stupid as he was in school, Chad’s art was amazing. He had a way of captivating an audience and getting people interested in the products. He designed a new logo for RichCorp and incorporated some brilliant strategies and alliances. He wasn’t very mathematical but he was good with people and knew how to entice them, how to seduce them, and how to make them crave more. Throughout the ten years, he’d had his share of hookups and girlfriends. He still talked to Chardonnay, and took girls to her restaurant occasionally. He always hit on her but was always rejected – and that got more disappointing when, after college, she’d grown hotter than she’d used to be. He’d always wondered what she’d be like in bed, and the fact that he was likely never going to know always made him pout.

He had a girlfriend now, named Vera – one who he was considering marrying. But not because he loved her. She was a lot like his step-mother. She was gorgeous, spoiled, and didn’t care about anything but money. But if Chad married her she’d be his trophy wife (he would, of course, see other girls on the side). He didn’t think about Mal – he replaced his phone, changed his number, and threw her out of his mind.

He wondered if she’d be here. He felt like he would be fine, now. He wouldn’t be in love with her anymore. The mindless sex and partying had taken his mind off of her – she’d probably moved on, married that guy who’d been all over her, and had a few kids now. But he’d had her for a while, they’d been together, and that was all he needed. Right?

He stepped into the gates of Metric as he immediately recognized a few people and stopped to talk to them, flashing that seductive look he always had, knowing he was even sexier than he’d once been due to his wealth.

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Summer couldn't believe it had been 7 years since she had left school. She left earlier than most people, due to starting her career with the Royal Ballet in London. She couldn't believe that she was now 26! Time had honestly flown the whole time she was in London. She hadn't really seen anybody at all since leaving school. Not the people she was close to in dance class, not her teachers and she hadn't really seen Wade much. Sure, she visited him a couple of times, and he came to see her in England, but they definitely didn't get to spend quality time together.

She hadn't actually told anybody about her father's passing. She wasn't even sure if Wade had realised she was back in California permanently. She was dreading seeing him again. Not that she didn't love him to pieces, because she did. But she was dreading having to come clean to him. To explain where the hell she had been for the last 9 months. She knew her behaviours had been completely out of line and she knew that if Wade had done that to her, she would be heartbroken. More than heartbroken. It would literally tear her to pieces inside. Which, even though Wade hadn't done anything remotely of that kind to her, she felt like she was falling to pieces. The last first half of her year had pretty much been a huge blur. With her father's passing, Summer didn't leave the house. She didn't communicate with anybody. She sat there in her old bedroom, which hadn't been decorated since she was around 13, and that was her life. For almost 5 months, she didn't do anything. Not even dance. She was angry at the world, angry at the doctors and angry at her dad. Angry that he wasn't here anymore. That he wasn't here to call her his favourite girl or to be her number one supporter. That he didn't make her come home and spend those final moments with him. But most of all, she was angry with herself. That she didn't spend enough time with her dad. That she had spend the majority of her life away from home. That she could have been so selfish for so long.

A small, single tear dripped down her cheek as she gazed out of the taxi window. The last thing she wanted to do was go to this stupid event. She couldn't even think of the reason why she had accepted the invitation. The preppy Beyonce song playing out loud was the complete opposite of how she felt, but she couldn't let other people know that she was feeling so miserable. She wasn't about to go back to the bunch of over talented people some kind of failure. She would never let her students see her like this. She thought of her mini team, a slight smile spreading along her lips. She leaned into her handbag, taking out a red lipstick, lining her soft lips with it. She puckered up into the compact mirror, wiping her cheeks down. 'How is Beyonce still this popular, anyway?' She thought to herself.

As the car got closer to the school, a weird feeling came over her. It was as if nothing had changed in this town. Everything looked exactly the same as it did when she was 16. She could see the student houses which once looked amazing. They now looked a little shabby and ready for renovating, but they were the same. And the memories came flooding back to her. Her old room, Wade, the studio. Everything came back at once. She figured she would send Wade a text. She wasn't sure if he would even reply to her, nevermind be willing to speak to her. 'I'm about 5 minutes away from school. I'm not sure if you're still going or anything but.. Yeah..' She tapped her fingers along the screen, before hitting the send button.

She thanked the driver, tipping him extra, before she slammed the door closed and smoothed her skirt down. The nerves she felt right now were stupid and she was already looking forward to getting home and being back at her studio. She pushed the door open, greeted by music, balloons and there were a lot of people there already. She looked around for somebody she might know.

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"Aria, Antonia, come here please girls!" Giovanni's voice echoed across his extravagant hotel room. The sound of his twin daughters giggling and running around was something that still made him smile every single day. How he managed to produce these two beautiful girls was completely beyond him. He was pretty sure they inherited everything from Jasleen, except their dancing, which came from Gio. He wasn't sure if anybody else was taking their kids, but he liked to include the girls in everything he and Jasleen did together. He had to spend a lot of time away travelling for work, he didn't want to spend even longer without them when there was no reason not to.

The last 10 years had been exciting for Giovanni. He moved back to his hometown in Italy, he owned his own dance company in Italy and also taught masterclasses all around the world. He and Jasleen were engaged and they had the twins. They were three now, and he couldn't believe how quick time had flown since having them. Although they weren't planned, they were definitely the best thing to ever happen to him. He honestly couldn't imagine his own life being any better. He was super excited to get back to Metric. To see all his old friends and teachers and find out what everybody had been up to. He hated to admit that he hadn't really kept in contact with anybody since leaving. Just the casual Facebook chats every now and again, along with the 'we must meet up!' chats, that never actually turn into meeting up with each other. But he understood. He knew that everybody was busy! Everybody had so much to do with their lives now, it wasn't all about hookups every weekend and parties every night anymore. But he wouldn't change his current life for the world. He wouldn't even swap one single day just to go back to the past and live his party lifestyle one more time.

"Hey, babe? Have you seen Antonia's other shoe?" He questioned, hunting around for it. The taxi was already waiting outside to drop them off. "Nevermind, got it!" He swooped both girls up into his arms, heading for the door with Jasleen. If there ever was a picture perfect family, it was definitely these four.

The hotel was only around the corner, but with these girls, it was definitely easier to get a taxi. "Now, girls. Mummy and daddy are seeing their old friends from school. You must be on your best behaviour. Or at least try to be!" Within ten minutes, they had arrived. He picked them both back up, not wanting Jasleen to ruin her outfit, and let's face it, daddies always like to show off their precious ones, before entering his old school with his fiancee at his side.

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High School Never Ends Feb 19, 2016 23:32:36 GMT -5

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Post by Timmy on Feb 19, 2016 23:32:36 GMT -5

It's been years. I wonder how the others are doing." Benji said as he looked and felt like shit. He had a broken shoulder blade and scars from his surgery to repair his ribs after the accident that cost him his pro-surfing career. He was surfing a huge twenty footer and crashed as he was tossed into a reef, which caused his injuries. Against his doctor's wishes, he came to the reunion to see Pippa.

A few days before he got the invite. He got the news from his Doctor that he couldn't surf anymore for risk losing a lung due to the risk of his broken ribs cutting his lung. So he went back to the one place he knew -- his grandfather's home -- and helped do the one other thing he knew: run a successful business. He ran and owned grandpa Pete's shop, a chain of stores based off of the one his grandpa ran and owned in Salem .

"Do I sign in so what do I do?" he asked while looking around for Pippa. He adjusted the sling around his arm and shoulder. "Hey Ms. Summers" Benji said, walking over to one of his favorite teachers. "so how has life been?" He asked Susan as he popped some pain pills and went to find a chair to sit in. A

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In the years after he left Metric, Mason had it all. His dream career, his dream girl, and his dream life. He even proposed to Amy and she said yes, so things were going smooth until Mason was lefy at the alter by Amy with a note. The note said that she was leaving him and the he deserved better. But to Mason Amy was the best and what he wanted so Mason begged and pleaded with Max and Mr O'Neal to tell him where she was.

When they either wouldn't or didn't tell him., he fell into a deep depression. Without Amy to keep him in check he hit the bottle and hit it hard, often getting into drunken bar fights. He even woke up once in a dumpster. He would often not shave or bathe and would not work or eat. This made his family worry and his best man Riley came to bring him home. He spent a couple of month in Ireland recovering and getting back to the basics of his life. During this time in his life he reinvented himself and started to write country style music. He was gaining attention and moved for three years out to Nashville for his music with Riley coming in with him.

After those three years, Mason moved back to Salem with his brother from another mother Riley and settled down and tried to get him life there back on track and even going back to school for teaching. He continued to tour but in Ireland and in the states. he graduated and went to apply for jobs as a music or band teacher like he always wanted to do. He had gotten a job interview from Mr. Audet, the headmaster at Metric. Now he is waiting for a reply. Then he got an invitation to the reunion, so here he was now.

"It will be fine, Mason Parker." Riley said to him as Mason was shaking and nervous as he knew almost all his old friends if he didn't burn those bridges down long ago after the wedding were going to be there. "I know but after everything thing that's happened I don't know what I would say to her if I saw her again. Would she take me back. I wanted her not someone better than her" He shouted as he had his one life full but now a soulless piece of wood that was his guitar. "Its okay brother just relax. Please do you best to be cool clam and collected even if Amy shows up. You know Mr. Audet is there so keep your crap in line if you want the job." He said to Mason as Riley wasn't taking any of Mason's shit.

"Yeah I know, I know but I want to see Amy and ask her to take me back." He said not looking where he was going and bumped into Susan. "I am so sorry." He said not looking at who he bumped into.

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High School Never Ends Feb 22, 2016 15:02:24 GMT -5

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Post by pierce on Feb 22, 2016 15:02:24 GMT -5

Clint's Outfit (Upper, Lower)

For Clint Clark, the past ten years had flown by. He could hardly bear to look back, it made the present just seem like a long illustrative dream. From secret admirer, to sorry hopeful, to lackey, friend, then caring companion - to lover and business partner, straight onwards to devoted husband and father... Everything had culminated perfectly and here he was now, with Wyatt as his wife and the mother of his six children. If he ever told himself back then that this was his future, he probably wouldn't believe it - not to this extent. The fact remained though, he was one happy guy with a very fruitful decade behind him. As Wyatt drove the family carriage toward Metric, the place where it'd all began - Clint had to smile to himself. He wasn't at all the bag of nervous fumbles and emotional confusion he'd once been. He was comfortable in his skin and in his station by Wyatt's side.

It'd been one hell of a journey, that couldn't be understated. They'd been able to go places and see so many things he could've only dreamed of seeing. He'd photographed all walks of life and practically everything under the sun when he wasn't snapping pictures of his muse. Whenever a contact called for him to be away for any length of time, he never slacked on the communication - sending silly pun postcards and small tokens to her all the while - the third time of which he'd actually photographed a volcano eruption! It was a crazy cool event that marked a shift in his life for so much good - for a stable change, because the night he'd gotten back from that trip, Tabby was conceived.

"That's another bird alright! Now Dia, honey, please stop kicking Daddy's seat." He looked back imploringly to his blonde daughter, catching Tabby's sass and Ruby's imitation of it before smiling over them, straight in to the rear where his sons bickered. "Boys - Cam, all of you, keep your hands to yourselves." The tone of his voice lowered seriously toward them, "We'll be out of the car before you all know it."

"Ten min-utes, ten min-utes," chanted CJ, prompting his brothers to chant with him. Sensing Wyatt's irritation, Clint had to shrug and pull a little face for her to lighten up. "Gives them something to do right?" he murmured to her, watching as the digital clock on the dash turned - announcing aloud, "nine minutes!" The noise of her little brothers grew with their countdown and Tabby's toleration of it lessened. By seven minutes she handed her tablet rather forcefully to Ruby and sat up to glare over the seat at them, "If you three don't shut up you'll be sorry." Chance was the first to stop chanting, not liking the look in his sister's eyes and definitely not liking the threat she was posing. "We're helping us all out Tabs. We're keeping track of when we get there." defended CJ, "We'll know when we get there, and we'll get there so much faster if you all just shut it!" Tabby threw one of Ruby's finger puppets at him to emphasize her point, Cam picking it up right away and throwing it back. "Like always Tabby doesn't want us to have any fun," he pouted, using his position in the middle to kick the back of her seat in vengeance. "I don't remember where we left off," mumbled Chance, as Tabby turned forward smugly - getting a view of their destination approaching.

Clint was excited to see this sight, "Wow they really went all out for us," he commented to Wyatt with a bright expression over to his wife, calling back to his children, "we're here everyone!" Dia cheered enthusiastically, her legs kicking at the front passenger's seat yet again, "Yaaay yaayy!" Tabby winced at the shrillness of her sister, covering her adjacent ear with her hand, "Finally." The boys in the back were in a quiet rush to ready themselves for the vehicle to park - so they could launch out from that back seat and in to the colorful fun atmosphere surrounding them.

It wasn't difficult to get all of the children out, but keeping them together? Different story. Luckily they'd decided to make the boys wear the same color t-shirts which were of a bright neon yellow, just for this reason. "Boys don't get in to any trouble and stay in sight, alright. Try to find Uncle Chase and Aunt Max in there and report back." Clint instructed quickly, knowing that the best way to keep them out of any mischief was to give them a task. "Okay Dad!" CJ agreed, Cam and Chance at his heels as they scurried in to the crowd. "Tabby Cat, if you could try and make sure they don't get too crazy for me? It'll be in your best interest." Ruby chimed, "I'll help watch!" Tabby's scoff and eye roll did nothing to dissuade the proposition and she eventually nodded her head. "Okay but I'm not responsible if they do end up getting crazy." Clint leered at the serious face of his daughter, she'd be a pretty shrewd business woman if she ever got the knack for it. "Deal." Clint agreed, before Dia interrupted with a tug at his sleeve, "Daddy can I go with Big Sister too?" He looked to Tabby, he'd owe her, he knew she'd hold this over his head for months to come - "Sure Dia, You all go ahead now and we'll catch up."

He smiled over at Wyatt, the source from which all of these beautiful children were formed. After getting everything out and securing the car - he stole a moment away from the bustle of the event to slip his arm around her, pulling her in to a firm and tender embrace. "You sure we don't want another one? Vasectomies can be reversed, they say." the love in his eyes gleamed over her as he repeated the inside joke of theirs, a warm chuckle reverberating in his chest. "Let's show the world of Metric who's on top now." he adjusted his camera bag's strap and led her in, his arm about her waist. He was more than proud to be here with Wyatt, with their six children. He felt more accomplished with them around him then with just his extensive portfolio under his arm. This was his reason for living.

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The off season for the Whimsical Mystical Sideshow always held something a little different for Wade. The first had been spent with Summer, on the second of her visits back. Then second on Theo's extensive chicken farm, going here and there on whatever errands his bud had to get to. The chicken business still baffled him, just the reason why his bro would choose such a strange and particularly noisy venture he still couldn't wrap his mind around. Anyway. He enjoyed flitting on the winds of fate to a point - during touring. But in the off season he just wanted a place to be. To have what Gracie had with Mallory and her little cool cat Cooper in the mountains. He'd even stayed with them once, after the third tour to test the waters maybe, but it wasn't the same as when he'd lived with Summer during the grand ole days. The fourth break was spent briefly with Summer again, on her own European turf. It was really nice but... there was a mild sense of disconnect - a lack of something everywhere he stayed ... and well, he knew what it was. It was the deficiency of his Sunshine - seeing her only in few and far between spurts that left a vague gap of void within him.

Life on the road was fun though, incredibly so. It took his mind off of all else, especially since he didn't have much room to think of anything but the planning, scheduling, mapping, rehearsing, everything. Never a dull moment, always coasting on a fleeting instability. As wild as Wade had been in his teens, he had to be even wilder to keep up the pace and meet the expectations of whatever audience presented itself - something he never failed to do but also something that took mountains of effort, energy, and attention to emit. Still, it was rewarding for him, the praise and adoration, the shock and overwhelming awe - he soaked it up and it fueled him much like it fueled Gracie. He could see why his parents chose this life, it was always presenting challenges and rewards in alternating patterns. Like a game in many tenses. He always had to be quick, be a step ahead - which not only kept him on his toes but sharpened his mind and wit to boot.

They were in their... fifth year, really? Seemed like more than that. It showed in his eyes, as much as they'd seen already they held so much more now. The landscapes, the faces and places, all filtered through the deep blue depths and in to his core. No matter how fast paced it got, he still made it a point to remember the poignant parts of their tours. Gracie had his own ways of remembering and capturing the moments, he was sure, but Wade resolved to keep it within him. His completely sober mind was like a steel drum, and though maybe every now and then he'd toke for old times sake when visiting Theo - nothing else touched him, for good reason. The support of Gracie aided him in that, and he considered himself too lucky to have him as the other half of the two man show. It really wouldn't be half as popular as it had gotten now. It helped that he'd lived his dream and made it for a short while on Broadway - the press really ate it up and went wild with their praises. His singing talents and exuberant acting scored high points, while Wade's mysterious magicianship and touches to the occult macabre left them questioning their very eyes. It was a perfect duo, and like any traveling pair, they'd bonded immensely. Their brainstorms together formed miles of crazy creative possibilities and they practiced these new skits nearly every morning, seeing where they could fit the material in to their next show. Fans caught on to this pretty quickly and the word spread - following their Whimsical Mystical Tour Winnebago (exterior and interior) around to adjacent towns to see what new astounding act they thought up next.

Gracie really was a source of comfort for Wade as much as he was a source of creative potential. As the months of Summer growing distant... then cold, came - he would cheer him up with a song or something silly to keep his mind from overthinking. They finished the tour, went their separate ways with solid plans to meet back up at the reunion. Wade thought of her constantly. He hadn't done anything wrong, not recently.
When Summer had first left, that was a different story.
When that happened, all of a sudden he felt completely stranded. Despite Summer's somber insistence otherwise, Wade thought he could handle the whole distance thing. Hell, hadn't he been playing that game with his parents for the majority of his life? It dropped him like a speeding train in the pitch black of night. There was suddenly no more light, no more Sunshine to fill him with purpose. She wasn't there to quell his impulses. The assurances of calls and letters were bittersweet and could not soothe that little boy inside him. That boy who only wanted a home to call his own - a home in Summer that had just been pulled from under his feet. His best intentions urged her to take the opportunity, "Live to the fullest." he'd advised, though inside his chest he could feel his heart labor to keep on beating. He didn't want her to cross an ocean and be so far from him when she had been so, so close. When she left, he found little reason to create. His acting felt like a sham compared to what they shared - and now what he loved was out of his reach and likely gone to stay. It was a terrible reaction, to be sure, one that compromised any sort of future that they might have had together.

If only Gracie had been a major part of his life then, maybe it all would have occurred differently. Rationally. That hadn't been the case of course. Wracked with guilt, he had to confess it all to her over the phone after a month of silence - sure that she would never want to hear from him again afterwards. He'd gone off the deep end, slept with who knows, ingested any number of substances, blurs and hazes, awoke in all sorts of places and positions... nothing he hadn't experienced before but, in such a condensed space in time - he quickly found himself solid rock bottom.

He left the town and it's trade, all whom he knew theatrically and contractually - to stay off the pavement with good brother Theo for awhile. On his chicken farm. The country air and the trails of herb smoke slowly alighted him out of his slump. He helped his bro on the farm some, read a lot, tested his own boundaries, laid out in the wide openness of it all as the Sun dimmed to dusk - even joined in on a couple chicken rendezvous too. The flowing structure of farm life brought him in to daylong, week long, season long routines that allowed his mind to expand towards his future. Theo was living his dream and it was time he began living his. He began planning the sideshow, mapping out the mindframe blueprints- writing Summer regularly, not even sure if he'd ever hear back from her - not to mention ever earn her absolution. But he convinced himself that he could make it right, that all it took was time and perseverance.

Even still, he was beyond surprised to get communication from her out of the blue - letting him know she'd be in the States and that she'd like to see him. It came like a powerful bolt of lightning - Wade jumped at the chance, resolved to approach it with care and with no expectations. It went well, beyond any means Wade had pictured, and ended at the airport as he saw her off. They kept in much closer contact as Wade returned to Salem and saved up. He soon met up with Gracie, sort of bummed out about Broadway and how that whole theater world seemed to work. He knew exactly what his friend meant and explained his ideas for the two-man show - he even offered Gracie control of the financing, trusting the boy whole-heartedly, hoping that was enough incentive to get him to try it out. The rest is for the history books.

Now, during the fifth break, he drove the large vehicle toward Metric's widest parking lot. He was so accustomed to seeing the school and the reminders of his time there, coming back time and time again - but the flair of the surroundings sure cracked a smile upon his face as he parked along the far side of the lot and walked to the back of the winnebago. The layout of the vehicle was so spread out and immaculate that the back room looked like a complete disaster in comparison. The only tidy aspect was the clothes laid across his sloppily-made bed, which he changed in to from his driving wear. His pants came on first, as they were easier to equip than the rest of his ensemble. The outfit was eye catching for sure, yet easy enough to examine. It was one of his many stage ensembles - the intricacies of it enmeshing the character of the mysterious magician with the wisdom of himself in his older, even more experienced age. The image was taken in much stride, as he stepped from the doorway of the mobile home and toward the fantastic decor of the festivities. His walk was no longer a casually sloven slide. It was direct, with purpose behind every footstep - now carrying himself with an elegant but in such a highly aware manner. His stage persona had effectively combined with his everyday mannerisms and image, and it didn't look one bit shabby.

As he began to revel in the activity and bustle around the grounds, he received a text - the tone and vibration prompting him to reach in to his pocket. He glanced passively to see who'd sent it, the screen plummeting smaller - landing in the soft grass at his glossy black shoes. It was Summer. An outline of full spectrum color made his vision heavenly for a second as his heart tightened - a warmth embracing him as his picked the phone up in haste, reading the message. Five minutes. She - she was actually in route. I'm here. You can't miss me. He replied quickly, blinking at the screen that held this communication - the first he'd heard from her in months ... a whole season had passed ... and he was going to see her now. In five minutes.

He felt... wordless. He was all of a sudden a mixture of so many things that when put together cancelled each other out and just left him with the knowing that soon, he would be face to face with Summer again. Reunited where they'd met and started it all. He wondered if he should double back and meet her in the parking lot, but which one? He wanted to be the first person she saw. Then he wondered if she'd be any different, like he'd been after his own foolish lapse in communication. Plethoras of thought flowed and turned through the caverns of his mind, looking to his phone again. He illuminated the screen to read over the exchange once more. Words can't express how happy I'll be to see you <3 Wade added, stuffing the phone in his pocket and heaving a deep exhale.

In the midst of the crowd he caught sight of Gracie, Mal and Cooper - he rushed in a punctual glide over to them - "Oh, Gracie - Mallory, Coop - it's so magnificent to see you all again, as always!" his face beaming, catching his arms around both adults. "She's coming." was all he could really say to Gracie, to describe the indescribable happiness overflowing. He knew Gracie would know exactly who he meant, and how much it meant to be able to say those two words. Wade pulled from them and ruffled Cooper's hair lovingly, smiling down at the child who he'd seen grow up in the snapshots that Gracie received on tour. "Your silly Uncle Wade is on a cloud," he laughed, his heart wanting to burst with joy in his chest. He did a jig fit for the stage in celebration, scanning the people around as he turned in hope to catch a glimpse of her.

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Lynn's Outfit

A pleasant lull in conversation settled in between Lynn and her twin sister as they drove up on to Metric's campus, witnessing the bright and welcoming festivities in the distance. As much as she'd played her excitement down to an even keel, Lynn really was intent to enjoy this reunion. It was a milestone for herself and everyone involved, a laudatory gesture by the school itself on how proud it was to have had them all as students. Lynn was charmed to be here, through and through. She looked over to Leanna with a rare anticipatory smile as they found a parking spot among all the cars there. "How ready are we?" she asked, exhaling air of enthusiasm before unbuckling herself and hopping out.

In the grand scheme of things, Lynn's life was all set - she had a rewarding and constantly intriguing career, good health, and the company of her sister - really what else could she need? What could be seen as obvious to any spectator had been pushed so far back from Lynn's mind that the empty space where love would've been had shrunk with every passing moment. She considered the unconditional love of Leanna enough to fill the void she'd created after - after the... unpleasantness between her, her twin, and him. That was years ago, she'd put all that behind her after he'd left. It was really for the best, and though she was livid for quite some time she came around to forgive her sister and in turn, Bastien.

Leanna had explained it all over the course of that time, when Lynn surfaced out of her anger. It was agreed that they wouldn't speak of him, or the night of their confession. She'd said so many things to both of them, things that had burned even her tongue - and though she regretted most of them, she couldn't take them back. If she did, would she feel happier? She was already in a good station in life, despite the reminders that came every now and then of how it could've been if all that hadn't happened. She tried not to think of Bastien at all. After the second year, his face blurred around the edges. The echo of his voice and the words that he'd spoken had faded, that disappointment in his eyes - but a disturbed reflection in the pool of her memory. There were times where the sensations faded in at the edges, when she drew two figures so close yet far apart... but those were fleeting and quickly pushed away.

So long ago. Now they were back, stepping on to the grounds where she would perch and draw what she saw. Catching moments long since dissolved, her old sketchbooks gathering dust with many others from her years here. It made her wish she'd brought them, maybe give out any which held any fondness from her fellow students. "Almost like we've stepped in to a time capsule," She remarked to her twin, a small grin curled upon her lips as they began to fall in to the crowd of the event, all the faces around them familiar in one way or another - though they had been altered and aged slightly they still had the same captivating charm as a decade before. "if only I'd brought a sketchpad!"

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Lils' Outfit (sans belt) and Shoes

So many preparations were needed for an event like this, but it wasn't anything a good to-do list couldn't cover! Lilith and her partner Amora had everything to advertise The Full Moon grooming slash human salon in check. The canopy tent set, the banner up, the table and tablecloth in position and all the brochures and homemade hair bows on its surface for display... all done and lookin purty! It'd been a helluva time getting it all set up while they managed the handful of canines they called their children - but they did it! Perfect timing too, just as more people and their children began to show up. "I hope everyone knows this shindig is pet friendly," she stated, shaking off her nerves as she was prone to do. Of course, the banner and the brochure as well made it extremely clear that their grooming salon was people friendly too. There probably nothing to worry about! Well aside from the houndies! Four little guys (Nugget - Cora - Maximillius - Reesie) , three medium sized (Petey - Bartles - Fern) , and two large (Pebbles and Bammer). Quite the family! With all the interesting new scents in the air and all the new people to meet, they were stoked to explore everything - though they ended up focusing their attention across the shindig at the delicious-smelling hors d'oevures set out.

Sometimes dog whistles just weren't enough! Pebbles had already nabbed a stray plate off the buffet table when Lils and Amora were speaking with potential customers - something highly frowned upon with food that smelled and looked super fancy. Lils had to plead and apologize to the servers, which was pretty embarassing! So as punishment, Pebbles was put in the leash zone - the handle looped around the bottom of Lils' chair. She was vocally bummed out about her situation, whining as she watched her brother in his own methods. He and three of the other dogs went around begging for scraps and free attention - focusing on the groups who had their plates. He may have been intimidating alone but with two small guys and an average sized pup at his side, it was an adorable sight. At least to Lils and A! The other two small dogs and their aus shep stayed by the booth, either too scared to stray from the stationary environment of the booth area - or too loyal to leave their side. They were both a little crazy to bring all these tail-waggers here, for sure, but they were their children in a way and also their personal models! The grooming was damn near impeccable on the longerhaireds of the bunch! Plus who didn't like dogs, right?!

They had a good amount of interest so far so Lils considered their choice a sound one. Her eyes scanned all of the newly arriving - catching sight of a certain blonde dude who'd made himself scarce many years prior. "Holy crap A! It's my first official Metric flashback today!" she announced, tempted to go rush over and surprise the guy. It wasn't a bad idea! "I'll be right back! Here -" she stood up and tucked Pebble's leash handle around the leg of the table. "You chill there Pebbs, naughty girl." Lils pointed down at the large dog, dominating in their eye contact - Pebbles glancing away in knowledge that she did, in fact to a bad thing.

With that, she was off to say hello and invite him and his ladyfriend to the booth. She jingled lightly behind Chad before pouncing upon his back - "Chadomatic!" Lils exclaimed as she landed and clung her arms in to a hug over his shoulders. "It's been a helluva long time!" she hopped off, winding around to face him - grinning the same enthusiastic grin. Her hair was a bright and wild teal now, with undertones of deep blue and violent violet. "Hey hi there gorgeous! Wow Chad, where have you and this dollface been hiding?! You both should totally come by my salon sometime. I mean, it's a grooming parlor slash salon but it's awesome and it's run by the two awesomest chicas in all of Salem - me and my lady Amora! You know Amora. mister Cupid - Chad's the one who pointed her out to me at this party loong ago," she explained to the woman before glancing back over to the booth. "I gotta get back to the booth, but come around and visit us!" she pinched his cheek which was less smooth than she'd remembered and wiggled her fingers in a wave before skipping back to Amora. "Wow doll, time sure is a bitch in heat!"

Last Edit: Feb 22, 2016 19:35:37 GMT -5 by pierce

the Girls:
Tamara Dudley * Cleo Leon * Julietta 'Remy' Polait * Eloise Temple, PI * Perla Mercer * Lynn Goodwin * Lilith Peters

the Guys:
Bennett Dudley * Elliot Sadler * Lance Fleece * Clay Carpet * Wade Rawlson * Sylvan Peters * Clint Clark * Miles Lambert * Marty Rivers * Calvin Powell

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High School Never Ends Feb 22, 2016 19:14:50 GMT -5

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Catalina’s Outfit

If ten years ago someone had mentioned a High School reunion to Catalina, she would have frozen in fear with the anxious thoughts of how she would interact with everyone, but a lot had changed since then. Catalina, now much more confident, smiled as she helped her children into the car. The oldest, Oscar, immediately began to ask questions about the trip and how long it would take, while his younger sister, Cara hummed and brushed her American Girl Doll’s hair.

“Oh it’ll only be about twenty minutes, sweetie.” Catalina replied patiently as she slid into the passenger's seat. Oscar seeming content with that answer pulled out his GameBoy and began to play. Parenthood was one of the many wonderful things that had come through the years along with her marriage to a wonderful man. Catalina absolutely adored her family and made sure that the family spent as much time together as they could, despite her and Oliver’s busy schedule. However, Catalina was spending more cherished time with the children due to her pregnancy and cut back on hours at work. There couldn’t have been anything better in her life right now, everything was absolutely perfect.

With the drive to Metric almost coming to an end, Catalina’s mind began to think back to her time in high school and college. Thoughtfully, she placed her free hand on her slight pregnancy bump and rubbed it gently. Catalina stared at her husband lovingly as she felt his thumb rub across her hand. At his glance back at her she smiled warmly before replying, “It’s definitely going to be strange, seeing all of these people after ten years, but I’m actually looking forward to it.” she assured confidently, giving Oliver’s hand a light squeeze.

Bastien’s Outfit

A feeling of anxiety churned through Bastien’s stomach as he arrived to the airport. After what had happened three years ago, he didn’t think he would ever return to Salem. His decision to flee back to Paris was very cowardly, but after the immense rejection he had received from the girl he had fallen in love with, he was torn and wasn’t thinking rationally. However, by no means did he blame Lynn for casting him aside after what he had done. He had committed one of the biggest mistakes of his life - sleeping with Lynn’s twin sister Leanna. It was a drunken disaster that he could only blame himself for.

There were many things that he still wondered about, did Lynn ever think about him? Did she actually forgive him, or did she despise him even more? And most importantly, would she be willing to give him another chance? Of course he had more than just an eleven hour flight to think about what he was going to say to Lynn, he also had the hour car ride from LAX to the hotel and then another thirty minutes to Metric Academy.

Despite all of this time that he had, he still couldn’t quite figure out what to say to her, and with the Uber approaching the site of the event, Bastien grew increasingly nervous again. When he arrived to the event, he spotted a bunch of familiar and aged faces through the window, mainly those of mentors and teachers he knew during his TA experience with Metric. He took a deep breath before stepping out of the Uber, and just as luck would have it, he spotted the Goodwin sisters almost immediately. With great effort, Bastien managed to wander away from being seen by them and managed to score a glass of champagne from a passing server.

With two large gulps, he finished the glass and felt the rush of the light booze in his head. As another server passed by, Bastien grabbed another glass, ready to bring one to Lynn as a peace offering. He mustered up the courage to approach the sisters and he lightly tapped on Lynn’s shoulder.

Theo’s Outfit

-3 hours earlier-

There wasn’t much time for Theo to execute his plan. He had been plotting since the day he had received the invitation for the Metric Academy 10-year reunion. The plan was simple yet incredibly risky, especially because Theo already had a future court date for an unusual act of theft.

This was something near and dear to his heart, though. It was repulsive to him to see such gorgeous and rare creatures in captivity. If he wanted this to go by smoothly, he had to act fast. He needed to get into the barnyard portion of the Salem zoo, grab the Phoenix chicken and get to the reunion.

-Present time-

Many cars lined the street and Theo instantly spotted his buddy Wade’s ride and a smile creeped across his lips. Wade had spent a fair amount of time with Theo on the off seasons of his sideshow, a venture in which Theo had supported just as much as Wade supported his chicken farming. Though his buddy seemed a lot more distant since he and Summer had parted ways. Part of Theo had hoped that Summer would arrive to the reunion because he knew how happy it would make Wade.

After fifteen minutes, Theo had managed to find sufficient parking under a lot of shade for his...friend that sat in the little chicken chill pad in the back of his van. He didn’t plan on staying at the reunion too long, he didn’t want to harm the animal he had worked so hard to save.

“I’ll be back soon little dudette.” He whispered lovingly to the chicken before stepping out of his van.

Familiar faces seemed to pop out of every angle as Theo greeted people who he hadn’t seen in years as he made his way deeper into the crowd of the reunion. Now he just had to find Wade.

Amora’s Outfit

The pair had arrived much earlier than most guests to set up their own booth to advertise The Full Moon grooming salon. It was pet and human friendly, which was something that surprisingly many people were interested in. They put their trust in either Amora or Lilith for an amazing do’, Amora specializing in the people and Lils the animals. With the help of Lils and their ten adorable canines, their booth was thriving. Amora couldn’t be happier with her big happy family of dogs and an amazing girl.

As Amora and Lils talked up the salon to multiple potential customers, Pebbles, one of the larger dogs had managed to grab a plate of food. “No no no, Pebbles!” Amora quickly rushed over to the dog, grabbing her leash and picking up the plate and discarding it. Lils looked visibly embarrassed by the pooch’s actions. Amora rubbed Lils’ shoulder as she watched the three of the ten ‘children’ sniff on and around people, hoping to get stray pieces of food.

Amora continued her watch of the roaming pups as Lils stepped away from the booth to say hi too an old friend. She was more worried about them than the ones who faithfully stuck by the booth. The last thing they needed was another one of their dogs running around with some poor person’s plate. She smiled as Lils returned to the booth. “I’ll say, it’s hella weird seeing all of these people.” Amora started in reply, “I can’t believe how many of these people have children!” She finished with a laugh.

Jasleen’s Outfit
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The family had traveled a long way from Italy to California for the reunion. They had been settled in the hotel for a few hours before the reunion. A grin spread across her face as she heard Giovanni calling for Antonia and Aria. She had an amazing fiance and two precious daughters. In these past ten years, she couldn’t have asked for a different or better outcome. She felt so lucky to be able to share this huge life event with the three loves of her life. Her face continued to beam as she put together the finishing touches to her makeup. 

“I think I saw it under the bed!” Jasleen replied to Gio as she applied her lipstick before shutting off the bathroom light. Jasleen followed out the door, helping Gio put the twins in the backseat of the taxi before getting in the back seat with them. “You girls listen to daddy, okay? Maybe you’ll even make some new friends of your own!” Jasleen added once Gio was done briefing the girls on the situation. The girls clapped excitedly at the mention of making new friends which caused Jasleen’s heart to swell with pride.

“I’ll take Aria, babe.” Jasleen said to Gio, taking the girl from his arms and walking into the reunion. It was filled with people who Jasleen knew all too well. Many people gushed over their daughters, their life in Italy, and Gio and Jas’s success. So far the event was going well.

Leanna’s Outfit
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There was a very present thought in Leanna's mind that they would run into Bastien at the reunion, but at the same time, she wasn't too sure about him making an appearance. His name was something of a no-no as her and Lynn had sworn to each other never to speak of him or the situation again. Leanna managed to maintain pleasant conversation with her sister as they made their drive to the reunion. She had let out a heavy sigh at her sister's question. "I think I'm ready...how about you?" She asked her sister curiously.

She laughed at her sisters comment about bringing a sketch pad. "I wouldn't have let you bring one if you tried." Leanna joked, this was no time for her sister to hole up and become anti-social, even though she had become a lot more social these past few years, which made Leanna very proud of the long way her sister had come. They had arrived to the reunion and had already received compliments on their work from various familiar people.

Leanna had felt a presence step up behind her and Lynn and she turned around only to face Bastien. She gave Lynn a very slight nudge for her to turn around and put on a nervous smile. "My my my, if it isn't Mr. Tremaux. How is Parisian life treating you?" She asked, emphasizing his last name in order to give Lynn some other sort of warning.

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High School Never Ends Mar 24, 2016 13:12:47 GMT -5

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Post by Becca on Mar 24, 2016 13:12:47 GMT -5

Now she was allowed free-time, Annabelle found herself growing rather restless. She did not like how vulnerable she felt standing by herself in front of her decorated booth. Why had she even agreed to this in the first place? Strangers made her very uncomfortable, they had ever since she was a kid. Running a booth pretty much guaranteed her having to interact with others but at least it was a children’s booth and they were a little less intimidating than their adult counterparts. It was all Adelaide’s fault for suggesting she tag along. Ever since they were children Annabelle would eagerly follow in the footsteps of her best friend no matter where she was being led. Maybe she could at least talk her friend into manning the booth with her, it was the least she could do!

She nervously picked at the skin around her thumbnail as she observed the scene. People were beginning to arrive now and she wondered what kind of nostalgia they were being hit with as they came back to their former school. Would her and Addy still be best friends when they had a reunion like this? She hoped so! Without Adelaide her life would be rather dull and not to mention quiet. Addy brought a vibrancy to her life and one she was starting to acknowledge more and more. It was strange, these feeling she had for Adelaide which no boy made her feel. She chose to keep it buried though because she figured it was something every girl felt toward their same-sex friends.

Then she beheld a sight which automatically calmed her nerves. She smiled back at her best friend and reached over to clasp her hand. ”Thank goodness you came over here! I hated being all alone,” Annabelle explained before letting go of Addy’s hand. Her eyes dropped to the makeup compact her friend pulled out, tilting her head as she reached forward to look at it. She really didn’t know much about makeup mainly because she preferred a natural look and her mother said she was too young to be caking her face with products, but this particular product sure looked fancy!

”You really think she’s going to be here?” Annabelle inquired as she glanced over toward Arthur who was now being dragged off by Susan. She couldn’t help but giggle at the sight. She loved Susan and Arthur both and after growing up around them they were practically family to her. Part of her felt bad for Arthur and Adelaide’s plan to unveil his secret girlfriend but then again she was always game for whatever plots her best friend came up with. Leaning closer to her friend, she scanned the grounds before locking eyes with Addy. ”Do you think she could be here already? Who do you think it could be?” she whispered, keeping her voice down incase the woman happened to be in their midst.

-x-

Wyatt took a few slow, deep yoga breaths as the boys began their countdown in the backseat. She reminded herself she loved them dearly no matter how crazy they sometimes drove her. If it wasn’t for Clint in the passenger’s seat to keep them somewhat tame she most likely would not have held it together so well. At his words of encouragement she forced a tense smile and readjusted her grip on the steering wheel. ”I say if we make it through today we take a nice vacation by ourselves,” she replied as her eyes momentarily left to road to look warmly upon her husband. With so many children to keep an eye on they seldom had time to themselves unless it was the dead of night and even then sometimes they were too exhausted to even do anything.

When they finally pulled up to Metric she felt almost at ease. At least not there would be plenty of things to keep the kids interested and out of her hair, besides she would get to show off her post-pregnancy body to her fellow alumni. Not many woman could give birth to two sets of multiples and still look this good! The only thing which was a huge bother to her was her stretchmarks which sometimes even made it difficult for her to make love to her husband because she was so concerned about them. ”Alright, everybody out!” Wyatt ordered as she turned off the car and stepped out of the vehicle. She went around to the side to help Ruby out of her car seat before the triplets came stumbling out of the back seat.

She was immediately hesitant about Clint allowing the children to go off by themselves. Yes, it was a school event but she still didn’t trust others around her kids, especially the youngest two. As they ran off, Wyatt bit down on her lower lip and did her best to keep from going into super-protective mother mode. ”Watch out for each other and check in with us every half-hour!” she called after their miniature army of redheads and brunettes. Breathing a deep sigh of relief she allowed herself a moment to relax into the embrace of Clint.

Wyatt wrapped her arms around his mid-section and buried her face into his chest. Ten years ago this would be a very strange sight but now it felt so natural to her. When he joked about reversing his vasectomy, she pulled back by a fraction and narrowed her eyes at him. ”Haha, very funny! You shouldn’t even joke about that. I think I would lose it if we had anymore kids...we can just keep to practicing,” she murmured, leaning forward to give Clint a small peck on the lips.

She pushed back her shoulders and lightly tossed her hair when they headed toward the center of the festivities. Wyatt could not be more ready to see the shock and awe on the faces of her former classmates when they saw her.

Immediately Dia’s attention was drawn to the booth surrounded by dogs. Their mission of finding Uncle Chase and Auntie Max quickly left her mind when she saw the adorable little balls of fluff exploring their surroundings. ”CJ, Chance, Cam, look puppies!!” she shrieked with enthusiasm but they were already lost in the crowd. She really didn’t fit in with her sisters who liked to be fancy, she much preferred the company of her brothers; however, now it looked like she was left to her own devices.

Little Dia tottered her way over to the dogs and immediately collapsed down on the ground in front of the little corgi. ”Hi puppy!” she beamed before lifting her head to see the two bright-haired ladies in front of the booth with the doggies. ”I like your puppies!” Dia told them with a toothy grin.

-x-

Cooper kept his little hand clasped in his mother’s as they walked toward the colorful booths filled with games and food. He looked around and took in all the scenery. His mom said her and Uncle Gracie and even Uncle Wade went here when they were younger so he wanted to explore! His mom didn’t look as nervous as she had during the plane ride here which made him feel better. Uncle Gracie said something about a guy but Coop had been too busy tinkering with his toy robot to listen to the rest of the conversation.

”So what do you want to try first, honey?” Mallory asked, looking down at her wide-eyed little boy. There were plenty of things to keep them busy most of the day but who knows what kind of old friends they would stumble across. More than likely they would be mostly Gracie’s friends considering he was the outgoing one out of the both of them.

Coop slipped Gracie’s hand in his free on and immediately started dragging the adults to a booth when he saw there were snow cones. He was met with some resistance on his uncle’s end when he suddenly stopped and appeared to be distracted by someone coming toward them.

”Wade! You’re looking stunning as always, my man!” Gracie beamed as he intercepted the embrace. Mallory smiled as well, returning the hug. Obviously she wasn’t as close to Wade as Gracie was but she enjoyed the warmth he brought to her place when he did tag along with her best friend. At the mention of her Gracie’s face lit up and he began to bounce up and down excitedly. He knew how much Summer meant to his companion and the slump he’d endured without her. Maybe today was the first day of them staying together for good! ”That’s AMAZING!!! Oh my gosh, it’s going to be such an adorable reunion! You need to scoop her up and swing her around the first time you see her….just like in the movies,” Gracie gushed as he rested his hands on Wade’s shoulders.

Mallory rolled her eyes at Gracie’s dramatics and laughed. She’d heard plenty through Gracie about Summer and assumed that was the she Wade referred to. ”That’s wonderful news, Wade,” she beamed.

Cooper scrunched up his nose when Wade ruffled his hair but smiled nonetheless as he mussed it back into place. Tilting his had curiously as the adults talked he found himself lost. He reached up and tugged on Wade’s sleeve, looking up at him with his big blue eyes. ”Uncle Wade, who’s she?” he inquired with an innocent tilt of his head.

-x-

Oliver spared a glance in the rearview mirror to look back at their two children in the backseat. They both resembled their mother so much it always amazed him. He wondered if their new baby would resemble him in any way. Either way he would love the child just as unconditionally as he loved Oscar and Cara…and his gorgeous wife of course. ”Oscar when we get there I don’t want you on that Gameboy the entire time. They’ll probably be other kids there your age you can play with,” Oliver commented with a small smile. He knew Gracie and Mallory would be there with Cooper so maybe their boys would get along.

”And Cara, sweetie, you stay by mommy and daddy, alright?” he told her with a small smile. He trusted his son would be fine with other kids but he was still rather protective over his little girl. His gaze finally turned to Catalina as campus pulled into view. The sight of her hand on her stomach made him grin.

”I’m just glad I’ll get to show off my beautiful familia,” Oliver grinned, leaning in to give Cat a kiss on the cheek once the vehicle was parked. He got out and quickly jogged over to his wife’s side of the car, opening up the door for her. Even though she wasn’t extremely far along he still doted on her constantly. It was the least he could do with her carrying their child for nine months.

-x-

Pippa groaned when Declan mentioned they’d only left seven minutes ago. It felt like an eternity! She absolutely hated waiting especially when she knew so many old friends from Metric would be at this reunion. She leaned across the center console and rested her had on her roomie’s shoulder, whining like a child. ”Maybe you should drive faster than, Grandpa,” she suggested, gazing up at him before she smiled innocently. It was one of her many hobbies to annoy her friend but he had to put up with it since she pretty much took care of his living and eating situation. If it wasn’t for her he’d probably be one of those starving artists. She liked having Declan around though, he kept her from getting lonely. The only downside was he was constantly smelling of other girl’s perfumes. Would it kill him to try commitment for once in his life? Probably.

”You are going to this reunion because I didn’t want to go alone and maybe you’ll see some old friends, and yes, maybe reconnect with them,” Pippa answered him before realizing who she was talking to. That would certainly not convince him to keep driving toward Metric. ”And because maybe some of the girls got even hotter and you’ll end up going home with one of them,”she added with a roll of her eyes.

She moved back toward her side of the vehicle and looked outside her window. ”That shirt makes you look like a d-bag, by the way,” Pippa teased him, childishly sticking her tongue out in his direction.

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High School Never Ends Mar 25, 2016 20:14:19 GMT -5

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Post by Lori on Mar 25, 2016 20:14:19 GMT -5

Chase knew exactly how she felt about planes. What did she call them...? Flying metal death traps? Or maybe he'd just heard that on TV somewhere. Either way, she hated flying. He didn't know how she flew when it came time for Dancing with the Stars, but he did know that his jokes and gestures were not very effective with her. Clearly he'd have to change his strategy for the ride back somehow. Fortunately he'd have some time to get that act together. There was no way they'd fly all the way from New York to California just for one day. That was what the hotel was for. That, and it would have been nice if Chase and Max could be intimate somewhere other than just their apartment. He doubted that was going to happen, with the way Max was. At least right now. With any luck his proposal would change that. Her pulling away from him had to be because he hadn't proposed yet. Max just had to be holding back as a way to get through to Chase. Hey, talking didn't always do the trick so there had to be some other way. He knew his girlfriend, he was sure. And he was positive he could read the signs; it was the right time.

But this trip wasn't just about them. It was about reconnecting with friends at Metric. To have everyone come together when they normally couldn't. To have a break from their normal lives in general. Did Max even know Amy was going to be there, too? Chase forgot in that moment. Oh well. Knowing or not, she'd be overjoyed to see her best friend. After Chase stole her for a bit, of course. He heard the notification on his phone go off that he got a Facebook message. Amy must have responded. But Chase wasn't going to look at that now. Obviously getting everything together was of the utmost importance today for Chase. But for right now, Max took that top spot. She said she was ok, but Chase only half believed her. She was ok because they weren't on the plane anymore. She may not have been completely ok with him and maybe she was still a little woozy from the ride. But Chase wasn't going to argue with her. And he wasn't going to make some smart aleck comment like, 'you're fine in general or you're fine with me?'. In Max's mind, nothing had to have changed. Chase just had to act like he normally would and not lead onto anything.

"Now was it you who said planes are a screaming metal death trap, or did I just hear that on a cartoon last week?" he asked. It was all to lighten the mood of course, but maybe Max wouldn't appreciate the light-heartedness as much as he thought. She definitely didn't appreciate it on the plane, that was for sure. "No, you're right. I do know how you feel, descriptions aside. But if you change your mind, we can stop at the hotel first. Just let me know." He couldn't help but add jokingly, "Cause we didn't rent a smart car, I actually do have to tell this thing where to go."

He felt her hand go over his, which relieved Chase. She wasn't completely pushing him away or tuning him out because he was taking so long with bringing their relationship to the next level. It may not have seemed like a big deal, a couple holding hands, but to Chase right now it was. Her hand shook a little over his; Chase could feel it. It had to have been from the plane still. Maybe Max hadn't completely shaken the nerves yet or maybe she caught a chill or something. Or maybe she was a little light headed from running to the bathroom so much. Chase knew he should've gone into the pit stop with her, even though she said he didn't have to. But that didn't matter right now. He lightly moved his thumb over her hand, giving it a light rub. "Hey don't even worry about it. You put up with me all the time. As long as you don't throw up on me, I can handle you being sick." He brought his eyes up from their hands to look at Max. She may have looked better for now, but he knew the wheels in her head were turning. Did Max think Chase couldn't handle a little - ok, a lot of - air sickness? Did she think he looked at her differently because of it somehow, or found her upchucking less attractive? Well, that sounded a lot different in his head; good thing he didn't say it out loud. Unless...was she taking this as a sign somehow that Chase was less serious? About them, not less serious in general; Chase was hardly ever serious. But if there was one thing he knew he was serious about, it was Max. He was not losing this woman. As if to answer the unasked, unthought of, question Chase leaned over and pecked her lips. "Whatever you need, just tell me. I'll find a way to make it happen. You know that." At least, he hoped she knew that.

With a few minutes having passed by that point, Chase gave Max the opportunity to change her mind or speak up. When he was given the ok to go, Chase started the engine and turned back to the wheel. He removed his hand from Max's shoulder to the wheel, but kept his occupied hand under hers. As if he was going to move it that easily. Chase slowly backed out of the parking space and then drove as slow as possible through the lot - particularly over the speed bump near the exit - before getting onto the road. Even on the streets, Chase kept the speed slow in case they ran into any bumps or potholes. He hated driving like one of those little old ladies impatient drivers always complained about, but he had to swallow his pride and do it for Max. No matter how much he wanted his impatient New York driving skills to kick in. "Get ready for another Clark clan dogpile once we get there," he joked attempting to pass the time during his grandma-driving. "Who do you think we're gonna run into first? The kids? Todd, maybe? Or some ***** that really got under our skin? Crap, I can't believe it's been ten years. We're like, a bunch of old coots now or something!"

Fortunately, once they got onto the main road and started passing by some familiar sights - the ice rink being the first to catch Chase's eye, followed by a couple of stores or some of his favorite eateries - it wouldn't be too much longer till they got back to Metric.

-x-

Declan looked at her before bringing his eyes back to the road. "Who you calling Grandpa? Don't call me that. I'll feel like some pedophile or something." That was probably a poor choice of words, but in Declan's defense, if a hot seventeen-year-old came up to him, didn't say they were seventeen, and wanted something he would totally give it to her! He knew Pippa's teasing was all in good fun and that was just who she was, but her choice of wording never ceased to...well...sound weird.

He couldn't help but scoff at her response. "What friends? I see you all the time. You trying to say you're not good enough any more or something?" What other friends did Declan ever have at Metric besides Pippa anyway? He spent more time banging girls than actually trying to make friends. As far as he was concerned, there was just no one at Metric worth seeing. And since he was being Pippa's 'date' (not really, but whatever) he was now going to have to be relegate to listening to her go through good times with her good friends. Unless, as she pointed out, the girls from Metric got hotter. In which chase, Declan would definitely be more interested. "Sweet. I wonder if any of them are there to have a good time. Cause you know, there was always one classroom that was unlocked and it was the perfect[/]i place to secretly bang and never get caught!" Oh sure, Pippa probably didn't want to hear him talk like that. But she heard him talk like that all the time anyway. Did he mention how he got away with that one late night hot makeout session that almost became a bang at work? That chick would have been so worth it to get fired.

He sped the car up a little to shut Pippa up and ultimately shook his head at her. "You're only saying that cause you see my abs and muscles all the time. Don't be jealous that I'm gonna win some hottie over showing off these guns. Admit it, Pip, you'd rather chill with your old girlfriends than keep an eye on me. You do that all the time anyway." In realizing what he said, Declan couldn't help but raise an eyebrow cautiously. "You are gonna be only around girls at this thing, right?

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Even after these ten years Chase still knew how to cheer her up and make her smile. Just the words that floated from his mouth in that goofy way of his caused Max to smile as she let the warmth of Chase's hand meld into hers as he caressed his thumb over the back of her hand. This felt nice; this small moment of intimacy that alerted to Max how long it had been since she had even wanted to be intimate with him or had even been completely willing to do so not just for his sake. She never wanted to make him feel undesirable, as if she didn't want to feel his body running along her hands. It was just that... She worried about her problem with the hidden pregnancy and the fact that sex was the thing that led up to said pregnancy. When did it even happen? Obviously four month ago, she told herself, but when exactly? She sighed, bringing herself out of the moment as she turned her head to look out the window. People meandered in and out of the gas station to head back to their respective cars. The smell of gas that seeped into the car made her stomach churn and her head hurt.

No, don't bring yourself out of the moment, Max told herself. She took a deep breath, closed her eyes, and let it out and opened her eyes up shortly after. She turned her head and while leaning it against the back of the seat she tilted it and looked back at Chase, smiling. "I'm fine, I promise. I just want to get to school so that we can get to the reunion and meet back up with everyone. I'm excited for it." Though her voice held not the enthusiasm that she wanted to have, or expected that she would have, over the prospect of the reunion, she tried to portray it as best as she could. Her attitude now still paled in comparison to when she opened the letter addressed to her and Chase announcing the reunion. She bounced into the room after reading it, jumped on the bed, and jumped on top of Chase like a little kid trying to wake a parent up on Christmas morning, excited to open up their gifts. She shoved the paper in his face and made him read it, but then read it herself as she still straddled his hips with a wide grin across her lips. And then she bounced in excitement--admittedly not the best idea of hers at the time--and pronounced that the two of them were definitely going. Not that Chase had any objection to her statement, much to her even more excitement that sent her rolling to the other side of the bed, her face flushed and her eyes looking at the ceiling.

And to think that had been a month before she found out that she was pregnant and started experiencing all of the symptoms that she was now experiencing.

"Thank you for your concern though," Max said to continue, her voice softer, the shakes in her hand dwindling though still lingering in her muscles. "I would kiss you for it, but after throwing up I don't think it'd be a good idea, so I'll just promise to not throw up on you so that you won't get sick too. I mean I washed my mouth off, but still." She scrunched her nose, muttered to herself whether or not she had any gum in her purse, and started rifling through it. Maybe that'd help settle her stomach too. When she was able to retrieve one with one hand she unwrapped the foil and stuck the thin piece of gum in her mouth, chewing on the minty taste that coated her mouth. "Better. Now I won't be afraid to actually talk to people when we get there."

With her head still leaned back against the seat and their hands still connected with one another, Max looked out the windshield, beginning to see recognizing scenery that caused her heart to sputter, like the ice skating rink, like the little shopping area in Salem that she used to frequent often when she she wanted to buy herself something new. They passed by the arcade and the Game Stop where Chase had taken her once. All of it... Brought back so many memories for Max, memories that made her heart flutter as she thought about the beginning of their relationship. Of how awkward they had been, of how easily they had been able to talk to each other, of their first kiss, of their first everything... God she loved this man. Why was she so afraid, then, to tell him that she was pregnant, that they were going to start a family with each other? Her first response to herself was that they hadn't really talked about it and she wasn't sure how Chase would react to it, but would he be put off by the thought of having a family, a baby to run around the house, the product of their love for one another? She glanced back at Chase for a moment. Though he acted like a child himself sometimes, he had matured and grown over the years, became a man with a purpose even if he still was a bit lazy and even if he still was having a slight set back with his work. But he was trying, working so hard. He would love to have a baby, wouldn't he? To want to look after someone else? To have little feet thumping against the floors, laughing joyously for no reason other than that they were happy?

Her fingers twitched to touch her stomach as she became prone to doing now in the company of her own privacy. But she quelled the desire to do so when Chase spoke up again, once again taking Max away from her inner thoughts and worries, though thinking about Wyatt and Clint's kids didn't make her feel any better. How had Wyatt told Clint about being pregnant all those times? How had she felt? Maybe she should ask, hint something to Wyatt? No, no, that would be wrong. It was already bad that her boss knew about the pregnancy when the man who helped create the baby didn't even so much as have a clue about it, but having a friend of theirs know about it while he didn't? She couldn't do that to Chase. She couldn't do that to herself either.

"I think you mean that you should be the one to prepare yourself for the dog pile that you're undoubtedly going to have to suffer through. You know how much those kids love to rough their uncle Chase up, and I'll be happy to watch it all happen like I always do." She smiled and laughed lightly. "I bet they're excited to see you again; it's been a little bit of time since we've gotten to see all of them, hasn't it?" Not as long as the rest of the people though, Max reminded herself. "But who knows who we'll see first. I say we ignore the people that we didn't get along with in college and just enjoy the people that we actually like and get along with." She winked, thinking that that was a good idea.

It wasn't much longer that they started down the road that led to the school. Max looked at the trees that blossomed on campus, the grass that was still as green as ever, the pavement and road pristine. In the distance she could see the looming buildings of the campus, a large fountain coming into view. God she missed this place and all the mischief she had gotten herself into. She never would have imagine when first attending the school that she would have made the memories and life long friends that she had. "My God, this place hasn't changed a bit. Still as fancy as ever." But that excitement as beginning to well again. She couldn't help but smile and nearly bounce in her seat as she squeezed Chase's had a little tighter as he finally found a parking spot and parked the car. The lot was filled with varying models of cars, some large and some small, some dirty but most clean to impress. "Ready to go?" She asked, raising her brows at Chase as she stepped out of the car, took in the warm air, and sighed. Now she did feel better. Still a little queasy, but over all better as she looked in the distanc and looked at the moving figures and listened to the music playing. The laughter of kids sounded, as did the conversations of adults.

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Considering the circumstances, Chardonnay thought that her servers were fairing well in the hectic activity that surrounded them. As she let others pass by her, her eyes were critically laid on them, watching as a few of the servers were walking around balancing champagne glasses on their platters and offering their drinks to thirsty adults while the other servers walked with different foods on their platters, swatting away the flies that flew by, as well as the insistent kids except for the ones who held the food specifically for the kids. She couldn't believe that people actually brought their little monsters with them; this was a reunion, not a picnic where kids could run around on a play set while parents watched on their red and white checkerboard blankets with a plane wicker basket set beside them filled with food and drinks in a red cooler. This was supposed to be a semi formal event--in Chardonnay's mind--a place where kids shouldn't be allowed to step foot in, a place where adults could converse with adults without having to worry about runny noses, bruises and cuts, or obnoxious kids in general.

She didn't understand the appeal of having kids, especially not from a woman's perspective. They were the ones who had to hold the child for nine months in their uterus and deal with the terrible side effects that resulted from kids, consequences that weren't worth it, especially not when you were left with stretch marks for the rest of your life and stretched out feet. She didn't understand the appeal of wanting to never sleep completely through the night and get up to feed a child, to have someone other than your man--or woman if you swung that way--suck on your breast. The very thought of that made Chardonnay shudder. How could women find comfort in that, to have to look after such a little human being because they couldn't take care of themselves? Where was the life in that? Where was the excitement in changing a baby's diapers, cleaning up after them, and baby proofing your entire house to accommodate a baby's needs? And don't even get her started on having more than one kid; that, to her, was ridiculous.

Still, they shouldn't be here. This entire event shouldn't even be held outside! In should be indoors in the air conditioning where flies wouldn't buzz around the food and where people wouldn't have to sweat as they walked around and talked among their peers. It should be inside so that in could be more proper, more elegant. There would be no need for petty little stands, there would be no little kids running around mucking up the place and wreaking havoc. And there would be no dogs here.

Oh fuck, those dogs were and entirely different thorn in Chardonnay's side! Who the fuck thought it would be a good idea to allow dogs to a place like this, where many people would be, people who didn't like dogs or who could potentially be allergic to them? Goddamn it, and what about the food?! As Chardonnay made her rounds she watched the servers with food raising their platters over their heads as the dogs begged and whined for food, one even able to swipe some food out of the hands of one of them. What the fuck?! If dogs were going to be allowed to be here, why the fuck couldn't they be trained enough to sit in one place or why couldn't the be leashed somewhere away from the food and the people? Oh, she could imagine their stray hair floating in the air and catching in the food, ruining the dishes and all the hard work that she and the other chefs had put into preparing the food for people who didn't even have to pay for it. She gagged at the thought, and turned her eyes to look for who owned said dogs.

She looked from one stand to another, catching notice of some people that she recognized--that bitch Amy was standing by the model they roomed with, Wyatt was standing next to her, dare she say it, husband as they walked into the general area of the population, and Chad was being jumped on by a brightly haired woman who stood in front of a stand that had pet and human saloon on it. Wait, hair saloon, with a couple of mangy mutts standing in front, watching everyone walk by while kids came rushing over to pet them. Oh, so they must be the culprits. Who they fuck were they, and why did Chad associate himself with people like them? He must have gotten desperate to sleep with woman over the years. Honestly, that wouldn't surprise her.

With her hands clenched and her face flushed, Chardonnay had in her mind that she was going to insist that they keep their dogs away from her servers so that they don't fall and trip and so that the dogs won't continue to disturb them, but before she was able to take even one step over there the screeching sound of an all too, unfortunately, familiar voice came calling out her name. Chardonnay paused, felt the hairs on the back of her neck stand, and thought about walking away to make it seem as if she hadn't heard anything. But she hadn't been lucky, or fast, enough. Ms. Summers and Arthur were upon her before she could blink again and Chardonnay was stuck trapped in an uncomfortable conversation with them. She didn't let her eyes linger on Arthur, only that she sneered to keep up the act that she still hated him just as much as she hated him back in high school and college, and folded her arms over her chest. "It's... Nice to see you again, Ms. Summers." She hesitated to stay, her words strained, her brow twitching until she tried to relax her already strained nerves. "Not you, though," she said, this time to Arthur as she looked up up and down. "Looks like you're still wearing plaid. Figures." She snorted, rolled her eyes at that, and snorted. Did he really have to wear plaid to something like this, an event that was supposed to show others how much you changed? This wasn't him showing change!

Then again, it's not like Arthur had changed much over the years. He had matured of course, owned his own business now, but his outward appearance hadn't changed a bit. Why she still screwed him and found herself enraptured with his body and even his personality was still a mystery to Chardonnay. She pushed the thought aside for the time being though. Her and Arthur screwing was only something that the two of them knew, and she'd like to keep it that way, especially in front of his sister who, Chardonnay realized then, she hadn't heard the voice of since she had to hide in the closet away from her and his niece.

That had been embarrassing, enough to make her blush when ever she thought about it. Luckily Susan started talking again, and after she finally stopped Chardonnay slowly nodded her head as if she had been listening. "Right. Thanks. Glad that you've been able to visit the restaurant at least." Not really, but who was she to tell who could and couldn't come to her restaurant? As long as they were respectful, worked with the dress code, and was able to pay for the meal Chardonnay could care less who came in. "But I'm usually busy when I'm there and don't have much time to come out in the dining hall anymore, so that's probably why I never saw you." A lie, but Susan didn't need to know that, not when Chardonnay could feel the awkwardness of this conversation seep into her bones, making her uncomfortable and causing her to shift her weight from one feet to the other.

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"I still can't believe you went to a school like this," Arinna marveled as she looked up at the trees and down at the landscape around them, smiling as her eyes glistened in excitement. "I can only imagine how many paintings you were able to make with everything around you." In one hand Ace held a glass of champagne and in the other he held Arinna gently around the waist as she continued to look. No doubt if he wasn't holding onto her, even as barely as he was now, she'd have started wandering as soon as they stepped on the grass.

"It beat living in an RV all day," he muttered, shrugging his shoulders in a nonchalant manner which was rewarded with a small smack on his arm.

"Come on, you can't downplay a place like this!" Arinna exclaimed as she turned her eyes from the scenery and looked up at Ace. She spread an arm out and waved it through the air circling them. "I mean, look at it all. It's gorgeous. How did you manage to make yourself go to class with all of this around?"

"I'm not as absent minded as you are." Another soft jab went set to Ace's side, but it was more of a ticklish feeling than anything. He grinned down at his wife and shrugged his shoulders. "You get used to it after a while. I was here for years, both with being at the high school and the college. So, I don't know, I got used to it all. But that's what I like about it. I actually got to get used to it." Which was why it had been so hard for him to leave, but in the end him leaving and heading to a new place instead of taking a job out here was the best decision that he could have made. He wasn't a nomad like his parents were, and while this place would always hold a special place in his heart, he had another place that was special to him now; his home with his wife and soon to be child.

"Hmm..." Arinna sounded, once again becoming in what was lost around her as people meandered about. Ace would give nods of acknowledgement, recognizing people who he hadn't seen in years. Old classmates, acquaintances... It was weird to be back seeing them all, seeing how all of them had changed throughout the years. He introduced them to his wife and they all gave their congratulations on the marriage and the new coming baby. Ace would nod, Arinna would gush and blush as she rubbed her rounded belly proudly.

It wasn't until Ace heard a familiar voice that he turned around and finally became excited about the event. He stood next to Arinna as Todd walked over to them, beaming in his ever model ways, still tall as ever, still looking as best as he could as a model should. In one of the rarest moments, Ace started to grin, and he didn't hesitate to pull Todd into a hug with a small pat on the back as he muttered his greetings to the guy. "Hey. Yeah, it has been a while, huh?" He chuckled lowly before he motioned towards Arinna, looking down at her for a second with love until he looked back at Todd. "You remember Todd, right Arinna? Todd, you remember Arinna?"

"Of course I remember him! Don't make it seem like I don't remember someone who came to our wedding. Besides, how could I forget someone with looks like him; he's a model for a reason, after all." She gave Todd a charming smile as she stuck a hand out to him. "It's so nice to see you again, Todd. How've you been? Still working on your modeling and having all the modeling people or what ever you call them fawn all over you?"

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Waving at people and even conversing with a few people she remembered meeting in her classes when she attended college here, Niko smiled graciously as she looked at everyone. Some people looked as if they hadn't changed--mostly the people she remembered as being models, all still beautiful, tall, and thin with only the best clothes donning their bodies--and others had changed more some, looking a little older, happy and settled in the life that they had fallen into. People seemed happy for the most part, though. Of course, Niko knew how easily it was to hide behind a rouge to seem happy--she had done that for so long, after all--but none of the laughter or smiles, none of the general excitement that sparked the grounds that she walked upon didn't seem amiss. Dogs ran around as did children, so much so that she even had to avoid a few who came rushing past her, but she laughed at the sight. It was cute, endearing even, though it did remind her of her internal clock that continued to tick with every day that went by without her having a boyfriend, family, and a baby to call her own. But she digressed. She was busy with her work. Still, she couldn't deny the loneliness that still crept through her everyday life, a sign that continued to blare in her mind when she found herself in those moments of thinking about her life. If she hadn't let her parents control her life so much, where would she be? What would she be doing?

She guessed she didn't have much to complain about otherwise. Though she had no family to go to any longer since her parents disowned her, the friends she made at work and around her home were enough for the time being. They kept her in the loop, treated her like an actual person, and they didn't judge her on her past. Most of them, anyway. The real friends who didn't care that she had been a model previously and didn't ask if she had to starve herself during her time as a model. Funny enough, she still found herself sticking to that same meal plan, eating healthy with hardly anything bad going into her body. What could she say; old habits die hard.

It was surprising to hear that so many of the models who she had taken classes with and worked with in the past were still modeling, despite their age and the stigma against people over twenty five in the modeling industry. But she was happy for them. If it made them happy, made them feel fulfilled in life, then who was she to judge? No doubt they had to be donned with more makeup to cover up their aging faces if any showed, but that was already a natural part of the business. Something that she was happy to get out of, and something that she did not miss at all. When it came to appearance at work now she just needed to not look like a slob.

Niko absently pulled at one of the curls on her head, letting it go and watching it spring from the side of her vision. She flinched when she heard a shout of her name, turned around, furrowed her brows, and then turned around again only to see Amy right in front of her. Despite herself, Niko flinched back, blinked, but then breathed out a sigh of relief and even laughed when she saw her, obviously still exuberant, former roommate and friend. "Oh Amy, I didn't know it was you! Hi!" She held a hand over her chest, felt her heart drum against her finger tips, and then let her hand rest down at her leg again. "I missed you too; I can't believe you're here. You look amazing. How are you?"

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When the model – former model – turned to face her, Amy’s face lit up more. Niko looked different than she looked in college – but not really physically. It was more of the way that her face lit up, a happiness to her that seemed to be hidden when she was younger. It made Amy happy to see her friend looking happier, even if she wasn’t ever that close to the woman. She knew her from being her suitemate sophomore year, and through Todd... though after the whole fiasco with Todd had happened, there was a little awkward wedge there for a while that Amy desperately tried to overcome. It was mostly driven there by herself.

”Hey! Oh man, it’s been a long time! Did I scare you? Didn’t mean to! I’ve only really seen what you’ve been up to on facebook. You quit modeling, huh? How’s everything going with that?” Amy asked, and the comments about her made her face break into a grin. ”Thank you – I’ve been great! I told you I got published in TIME right? I’m single now, but I’m totally missing my position as president of the shipping club here. I wonder if any other couples happened over the ten years, hm?”

She also wondered what happened between Todd and Niko, but... she didn’t want to make Niko uncomfortable and ask. If anything did happen she was sure Todd would have mentioned it. But when he mentioned his new relationships, Niko wasn’t one, and Amy always asked if she knew the person. She looked around for people she knew, and caught the eyes of a few. She saw Chad, looking as well dressed and wealthy as ever, his attention captured by Lils. Amy was distracted by the dogs for a moment, before she caught eyes of Ms. Summers and her brother and her face lit. Of course they were talking to Chardonnay and Amy’s mind immediately decided they probably were together now (Arthur and Chardonnay, that was). She'd verify that later. She then scanned the crowd and saw Gracie, and wanted to say hi, but wasn’t sure if Niko would be uncomfortable. So, she noticed the next face in the crowd – the obnoxiously tall one. ”Speaking of, Ace and his wife are over there! Wow, she’s really about to pop! This place is crawling with kids, it’s kind of cute!”

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When Ace introduced him to his wife again, Todd gave the woman a polite smile.

”Yeah, of course I remember Arinna. Your wedding was definitely worth taking a break from my photoshoots for.” Todd said, and he had to laugh a little at the display of happiness between the two. He had been shocked when Ace said he was in a relationship, way back when. Not that it happened, or that he thought Ace wouldn’t be in one – but Ace just always seemed like he wasn’t interested. But now, here he was, looking happier than he’d looked when he was dragged along to events by Amy and Max. It was nice to see him so happy, but it also made Todd feel a little left behind... especially when he caught Ace’s look of love down at Arinna. He looked away from them for a second, at the crowd, and thought he saw a familiar face in the crowd. Was that... Mallory? And the guy beside her, beside Wade, was... Todd felt his lips press together unconsciously, before he was snapped back to the Harrisons. Todd reached out and shook it. ”Oh, yeah, being a model is still promising for me. Even though I’m getting older, Gavin thinks that my face is just getting... better, I guess? His words, not mine.”

He laughed, only somewhat nervous because he didn’t want to sound egotistical. ”So when’s the due date for the baby, guys? I’ll have to come by and meet them.”

-x-

Be cool, be cool... Adelaide was aware of how her best friend was completely engrossed with her for now, the fact that they were making eye contact, and the fact that she wasn’t looking as bored as she had when Adelaide had first come over. Adelaide’s lips curved up into her signature smirk as she offered the makeup pallet up for inspection.

”Well, I was thinking about it. For one look at this thing! This is really expensive. Like, I want this pallet and it’s gotta be 100 bucks, easily. So whoever it is, she’s loaded! Which makes me want to find out who she is more,” Adelaide’s smirk turned into a grin, ”For two, he has to have met her here. Where else would he find a girl who’s willing to drop over a hundred dollars on makeup? Not the theater! Or anywhere he hangs out! So, she was probably his classmate. And for three, he was totally not crazy about going. Usually he’d just agree to do stuff if mom asks! So obviously she’s here!”

At Annabelle’ question, Adelaide looked around the crowd. There were a few snooty looking women, mostly models, but then her uncle wouldn’t have known them in school right? She looked over at her uncle, who was looking beyond Susan and the woman they were talking to and towards some other girl. Some other girl, Adelaide saw, who had a toddler with her! It wouldn’t be her – her uncle wasn’t a homewrecker... or was he? Addy used this as an excuse to lean closer to her best friend, so that she could whisper in her ear. She was aware of the scent of Annabelle’s perfume then, and that made her blush. She tried to fight it off and act cool. ”...as for who, I’m trying to see who he’s sneaking glances at! Probably someone unmarried, Uncle Artie wouldn’t be the other woman! Or, other man, I guess, or maybe he would? I can’t trust him anymore. But keep in mind we have an advantage – he doesn’t know we know. We need to put this out as bait. But how is the more difficult part... can you think of anything?”

Adelaide pulled away from her friend but remained close, so close she could feel their shoulders brushing, as she waited for a response.

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As much as he loved Susan, she was really exhausting. Arthur didn’t want to follow her to track down Chardonnay – he’d rather spend his time at the reunion, if he was forced to be here, avoiding her. He could easily find someone else to talk to. Though he remembered, he wasn’t very popular with other students though he was well known. But he was well known because of being enemies with Chardonnay. That thought rubbed him the wrong way, especially now, when Susan was enticed with finding Chardonnay and Arthur really didn’t want to be around her if it was in public.

Arthur glanced around the scene and saw a girl who he recognized from business classes he’d had – the same girl, he saw, who was good at writing and worked with him on a few projects. She was holding hands with a little boy who was no older than 3, and her other hand was locked with a man Arthur had never met before, their wedding rings catching in the sunlight. Arthur would much rather go and catch up with her than be forced to interact with Chardonnay. The girl he was looking at made eye contact and her face lit up, as she smiled his way. Her son, too, looked over at him and the kid waved enthusiastically, as though he actually knew him. Her name was Angela if he remembered it right, and he would have much rather heard her voice again than Chardonnay putting him down. Again. He rolled his eyes and turned back to Chardonnay and his sister as Angela seemed to get distracted by someone else.

”Oh! I’m glad you feel that way – and I can’t wait to try the food here! It’s so generous of you to do the catering. I’m not surprised everyone wants to eat it – even the dogs apparently!” She meant the comment in good nature, and she laughed while she watched a few animals going for the waiters. Dogs being here at the reunion was new – but not unwelcome, at least, not to Susan! ”And that makes sense, I suppose, though I’ll have to try extra hard the next time I go there! It’s so far away, though, I’ll have to take Natalie there sometime! Or I could bring Arthur,” she looked to her brother, who gave her a look that told her he would not be going to Chardonnay’s restaurant any time soon. Susan made a face in him in response, and then turned back to Chardonnay. ”Oh come on, it’s really such a shame that you two don’t get along, even now! You two have both matured -- you’re both business owners now for Pete’s sake! And Chardonnay, that cookbook you gave Arthur, we use it all the time for dinner! I wanted a chance to tell you thank you for the book before you went and got distracted by all your friends here!”

Arthur looked back over at Chardonnay, eyes falling to her curves in the dress before he forced himself to look back up at her face. ”And of course you’re still overdressed for the occasion. Shouldn’t you be in a chef jacket or something?”

”But a jacket wouldn’t look as hot as this dress! Don’t let us keep you if you’re busy, but I just wanted to let you know that I’m proud to have been your teacher too! Look at where you’ve gone in life!” Susan said, oblivious about Chardonnay’s awkward feeling. Meanwhile, Arthur shifted himself, acutely aware of how award this was. Especially since he had yet to find Chardonnay’s makeup pallet, and he just... he already knew way more about Chardonnay’s life than Susan would think he did. It kind of made him feel bad, lying like this. But oh well. He made his bed... he knew he’d have to lie in it sooner or later.

He glanced over when Benji spoke, watched as Susan told him to just have fun and relax, but it was when Mason, Amy’s... ex-boyfriend, he thought, showed up that his attention was grabbed. Susan brushed it off, but Arthur was the one who commented. ”Amy’s over there,” He pointed to the curly haired woman, talking to Niko, and prayed that Mason got lost before Amy came over and made this whole situation with Chardonnay even more awkward than Susan was.

-x-

Chad let out a loud yell when he was jumped on and was worried that, for a moment, one of his enemies from college had decided to turn this reunion into a murder scene. But then he was greeted by the sounds of Lils, a familiar voice, one that he hadn’t heard in years. His face lit up as his yell turned into loud laughter.

”Lils! No way that’s you!” He exclaimed, looking at her face now. Her hair was just as oddly colored as he remembered it – it was striking, unique, just like Lils was! His smile was natural and wide as he look in her appearance. The years had been well on her, she didn’t look unhealthy or pregnant. As she talked about the booth and her lady Amora – oh, wait, they became a thing? Chad blinked in surprise and looked over towards the booth she’d indicated. He saw Amora as he remembered her, just as wild and crazy as he remembered her being too, and he couldn’t help but smile at the sight. They were both so different than him... but that was why he liked them!

”Uhm...” Chad heard a familiar voice from beside him, and turned to look at Vera. She looked confused, and Chad’s expression softened. ”Should I be worried about her?”

”No, absolutely not! Lils and I were friends in college,” he caught Vera’s raised eyebrows and his grin grew, ”Not with benefits! I promise. I tried for it but she rejected me. I was heartbroken for about an hour.” Now that made Vera roll her eyes and mutter out, ”of course,” as she pulled her phone out of her pocket.

She was tugged along by Chad, though, who insisted that he should properly introduce her. Vera blinked before she was tugged along and came to a stop in front of Lils and Amora’s booth, blinking at the two.

”Oh, Lils! This dollface is Vera, my girlfriend. Isn’t she pretty?” He said. Vera smirked a little at that, tossed her hair over her shoulder, and then smiled over at Amora and Lils.

”Pleasure to meet you,” She said. Already, Chad was looking around. ”Wow... I haven’t seen these people in so long, and is that – “

Chad froze for a second when he saw Gracie in the crowd. Standing beside him was a familiar face, an older face, but a familiar one. Mal was there talking to Wade about something, alone, with no ring that Chad could see on her finger. She did have a hand wrapped around hers, though, and that hand was connected to a smaller, softer looking child. For some reason, looking at the kid made him feel weird. Even though this meant Mal had a son now, potentially a husband, he didn’t mind. He was happy if she was happy, if she’d moved on! Because he had. ”Woah! LILS! Did you know Mal had a baby?!”

”Who?” Vera asked, but Chad ignored her and turned towards Lils with an exited expression resembling the dogs that were surrounding the booth.

”But, do you think Mal is still mad at me after I left? She probably won’t let me meet her kid, then. That sucks! Would you hold a grudge for like 7 years, Lils?”

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Summer felt her phone vibrate. She slipped it out of her bag, sliding her finger across the screen to open the message. She noticed one of her nails had chipped, a small section no longer covered in black nail polish. "Damn it" she murmured, before reading the text. It was from him. Of course it was. So he was going to be here. She couldn't tell from the message what his tone was. She couldn't tell if he was being sarcastic or not. She was about to put it back into her bag, but the phone vibrated again in her hands, the second message popping up onto her screen. Her eyes scanned over the words before she breathed a sigh of relief. He sounded like he was looking forward to seeing her. He didn't often use emojis or hearts or anything, so he must have meant it.

She would have text him back, but it was pretty pointless now. He wouldn't hear his phone anyway, it was too noisy inside. She took a deep breath before she stepped out of the doorway. She had to bite the bullet and get in there and find him. She strutted towards the crowds, faking as much confidence as possible. To anybody watching her, they wouldn't have been able to tell that she was panicking like crazy right now. She looked sleek and classy. Her tall frame was only accentuated by the heels she had chosen to wear.

She could hear him before she saw him. She could hear that voice in the middle of a war zone. The voice that had told her how often he loved her. The one that calmed her in the middle of the night if she had nightmares. That sing-song voice, she could hear it anywhere. She turned sharply in the direction of the sound, her long ponytail swinging side to side like a pendulum. There he was. It was almost as if everybody else turned into a blur, a blur of slow motion. Her eyes were locked on him. She had to smile. Of course, Wade was dressed in one of his groovy outfits. She wouldn't have expected any less of him. She saw him bonding with a child that must have been Gracie's, and her eyes crinkled as she smiled. He was just as he was when she left. He was still Wade, still the same man she fell in love with all those years ago.

She stepped forward, her heels clicking on the hard surface of the floor. She didn't want to interrupt, but who else did she have to talk to? She tapped him on the shoulder, her bony fingers feeling the bones in his shoulders, not saying a word. She took a deep breath as she waited for him to turn around, looking down at her crossed ankles. She was scared at how this was going to go. She regained her composure, standing tall again. Please don't hate me were the only words that crossed her mind as she waited for what felt like years for him to turn to her.

-x-

His heart melted as he heard his fiancee giving the girls a pep talk. "You two will definitely make friends! Everybody will want to be your friends." He grinned, giving his girls a high five. "As long as daddy is still your bestest friend, though." They were so, so ridiculously cute. But looking at Jasleen made his heart burst. How was she still so beautiful? Ten years and two children later, and she still looked so flawless! "You look absolutely beautiful, Jazzy Pants." His nicknames from when he had first met her had still stuck with the pair.

His arms tightened around Antonia as Jasleen had taken Aria out of his arms. As much as he loved showing off both girls together, he was thankful she had taken one. They were definitely a handful to look after! They were completely wild, most of the time. But he wouldn't have them any other way.
He wouldn't have any of his life any differently.

He enjoyed seeing some of his old students, the ones who had taken his classes at some point in time. He was surprised by how many people were still dancing. He had noticed Summer from across the room and made a mental note to go and talk to her at some point. He heard she had her own studio now, and he'd love to give it a visit whilst he was in town. He loved hearing about people success stories after leaving college. Pretty much everyone here had gotten what they wanted from their life, and even if they hadn't, they were all happy to say the least! He grinned to himself, looking around. Metric truly was a magical place. He would love for his girls to come here when they were older. To be involved in all of the creativity and love that Giovanni and Jasleen were involved in.

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Mason turn and saw Amy and froze. What would and could he say. He wanted her in his life and wanted her to love him again after she left him he got his music on track and started to write country music and was good at it. He eventually moved out to Nashville singing and writing music for himself and others. He nodded over to Arthur as he walked to the curl haired lady. "Hey beautiful."he said with a country accent to his Irish one as he approached Amy. He wanted to wrap hi's arms around him but knew he couldnt. "Don't say a word until I am done. I still love you Amy O'Neal. Nothing will change that. I want and always wanted you not better than you just you. I do what it take to be with you again. You will aways hae a place in my heart."he said to her as he looked at her as put his arms around her.

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The tap on the shoulder paired with... that name sent a chill through Lynn's body. It traversed straight up her spine to her brain where his image surfaced from the dead. She turned and that image superimposed and renewed itself with the sight of the man standing before them, holding out a glass of champagne. Her eyes and body froze solid once they met that familiar icy blue. She wanted to narrow her gaze sharply at him - at the bitter memories that his face jogged - but she could just stare numbly. Lynn couldn't have been more grateful for her sister. As Leanna broke the ice and got him to look away if only for a second, it gave her the chance to thaw and really look at how he'd aged so well.

She took his offering from his grasp and considered it, her eyes downcast upon the bubbling drink as she spoke. "It's good to see you," she admitted as she looked up - back towards that cool blue that she'd nearly forgotten. Lynn tried not to think of the unpleasantness. She hadn't thought about that in years but now, with the flute of alcohol in her hand and standing in front of both of them - Lynn could hardly help it. The champagne didn't exactly represent the peace offering that Bastien might've meant it to be, it symbolized the breach of trust between the three of them. She couldn't stand it being in her hands, so she handed it off to Leanna, so tempted to just walk away. But instead she forced a half-hearted smile, "I don't drink much these days." she explained, of course she never drank much. She had only really drank around him or during momentous occasions.

Lynn didn't think for a second that he would show up here, after everything she'd said and after all this time. Hadn't he moved on? She had, at least she thought so. There was no way she would give in to her kneejerk reaction - to grudge him over something she'd since forgiven him over. It was unhealthy to do that and she knew it, but it was still a little painful. Seeing him again made her remember how much she cared, trusted, and loved him. When it came flooding back, not only did it bring along the ghost of those feelings, but also dredged up the anguish and resentment. Lynn didn't want those feelings, they didn't belong to her anymore. She crossed her arms loosely over her torso, glancing to her twin before turning her gaze at him. "If you have anything to tell me, I think we should get it over with right here and now." The stern quality in her eyes retained a doleful haze as she took in his features even more, the taut drawn up line of her mouth softening gradually.

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Clint savored the fleeting moment with Wyatt as their children were let loose to hopefully not wreak havoc upon anything. He grinned mischievously at her playful glare, only to widen at the prospect of their practicing. It wasn't that often they got to even think about intimacy, let alone have the energy to actually follow through but they weren't dead yet, far from it. "You know, if we make it through today we can ask Chase and Max if they don't mind taking the clan off our hands for a week." he suggested, but after a second thought, added - "If they could handle it, I mean. It'll be good practice for whenever they finally have a little one of their own."

As they ventured in to the crowd, Clint couldn't feel any more confident or proud with his beautiful wife by his side. He felt like a walking success story and looked it for the most part, aside from the inescapable signs of age around his eyes - accelerated thanks to the lack of sleep and hypervigilance being a father of six required. One thing was for sure, they looked a lot better than a lot of their former classmates - give or take a handful or two. The decade had treated them well and it showed.

Clint looked around at everyone with a gracious smile, making an effort to pick out his children mixed in with numbers - counting heads as they walked and eventually found a table to sit at and claim as theirs for the day. The triplets wasted no time, finding the food semi-accessible to them and therefore fair game. They started with the mini hot dogs and worked their way up the table, A lot of the items looked so foreign to them that they opted to throw them at each other instead of taste tasting them, Cam getting a splat of goat cheese tart on his face and glaring over at Chance who was in a fit of laughter - throwing something without even seeing what it was at him. He missed his target though and the appetizer landed soft side down upon the grass - which only caused Chance to laugh even more, CJ watching with enthusiasm as he munched on a baked cheese straw. It was only a matter of seconds before a dog sniffed out the morsel and devoured it.

Tabby scowled as she saw her brothers making trouble from a distance, storming up to them as Ruby emulated along beside her. "Get your grubby fingers away from the food!" she ordered, to which CJ scoffed, "How're we supposed to eat it then?" Narrowing her eyes at him, she veered her attention to Chance and Cameron. "You two, you better stop or I know someone who would be so happy to pay you a visit tonight." she threatened with a malicious smirk, widening as they backed away from the table and joined forces behind CJ. "She wouldn't waste her time just because of some food," he tried to defend though his tone came out unsure. "Want to bet, make it interesting?" Tabitha posed, her brow lifted and arms crossed smugly - Ruby mimicking her stance exactly, "Yeah, you smelly boys wanna bet?" There was a silence from the three, which only meant one thing to Tabby. Her threat had worked. She realized that there was one girl too few - furrowing her brow sharper at them, "What did you brats do with Dia?" Cam shrugged while CJ's slightly scared and somber expression turned a little concerned, "She wasn't with you?

***

Lilith couldn't agree more with Amora. Even if she knew about most of these people through her or Chad it was still so eerily exciting! "Heck yeah, looks like almost everyone got busy the second they graduated or even before! Makes a gal feel a little left out." she winked playfully and stuck her spliced tongue out at her - clearly joking. They had their canine children and hell if Lils was going to raise yet another child. Her utter failure with Sylvan was clear enough of a sign to never, ever spawn. Maybe that was being a touch too hard on herself and whatever maternal instincts were still intact after all these years, but whatever. Her and Amora were two big kids with a pack of dogs to look after and Lilith wouldn't ever have it any other way. Her as a housewife? Fat chance!

She reorganized their fanned-out business cards and looked up to see Chad's grinning mug again. She'd forgotten how much he reminded her of a labrador retriever! "Pretty as a goddamned China doll!" she gave a toothy smile, "So pretty that I can hardly believe she's here with you Chadster~" Lils joked, giving her brows a wiggle at Vera. She'd make for a really smokin' babe with the right kind of cosmetic attention. "It's totally awesome to meet you Vera, any friend of Chad's here is an automatic buddy to me! Here-" She handed off a business card to the woman, "if you're ever in the neighborhood and want a trim or something, me and my lovely lady Amora will so hook you up!"

Lilith noticed a cute little girl toddle over and park right in front of Reesie, petting him and all around showing him some good love. "Oh why thank you dear! Aren't you just a natural? His name is Reese, or Reesie." she informed her with a slight laugh, Chad's awestruck question grabbing her attention. "Oh yeah! I thought I recognized her!" she smirked wide, deliberately pretending like she hadn't heard Vera's inquiry - giving Chad THE LOOK as he asked her opinion. "Dude, you know I can't hold a grudge for a whole week let alone ONE year. But... I don't know. From all you've told me and all that's happened, I think she could go her whole life without wanting to talk to you." She shrugged, "But hey, if you really wanna meet the tyke why not give it a try?"

***

Wade gave his showman's smile to Mal and Gracie at their favorable reaction to his news - exciting him even more. The old nervousness that he hadn't felt in so long began to churn within him as he thought of her, on her way, right now. He was actually going to see her - be able to hug her and spin her around just as Gracie suggested. "I just might have to! I don't think I could resist otherwise," he laughed, but he sure didn't want to ruin the impending moment by turning it over in his head too much.

He knew he needed that element of surprise to really sweep her off her feet, if that was at all possible at this point. He just couldn't be sure. It seemed like ages since he'd heard from her and Wade really didn't know what to make of that. He pushed the uncertainty away though, kneeling down before Coop at his innocent enough question. "She, m'boy, is Summer. I met her here many years ago - and we got along so well that we got together for awhile. We had a lot of fun," he lifted himself up, reliving their history in little glimmers of memory. "but your Uncle Wade messed that up and is lucky that she is just about the sweetest person alive to still be giving him the time of day." Of course as he explained this to Cooper it hadn't occurred to Wade that Summer was approaching from behind at that very moment. It didn't even occur to him to look over at either of his friends before turning, which would've completely given away the identity of his shoulder tapper.

So when he turned, Wade's expression flared bright with joy and surprise. "Sunshine!" he said in elation with just about the happiest smile ever. He hadn't spoken her nickname in so long it seemed, it gilded his tongue so sweetly as it fell out of his mouth, wrapping his arms around her tightly and lifted her off her feet - there were no thoughts preoccupying his mind, just pure delight to have her in his arms right now. The moment he set her down Wade didn't hesitate for a second to introduce her to the three, just so no awkwardness could settle in. "Gracie, Mallory, Coop - this is Summer, Summer meet the gang! I know you've heard a lot about Gracie here already from all of my letters." His encompassing smile didn't budge as the general feel became more amicable. It was just so good to see her right now, to be able to see that she was doing alright. There was something slightly off in her features though, he'd always been able to pick up on when she had something on her mind.

"We'll let you crazy kids go have fun though, methinks this beautiful lady and I have some catching up to attend to." He gave a little farewell nod of his head and offered his hand up to her, "Shall we?" Wade smiled before he began to pace away from the group. There was no doubt in his mind that he would join up with them again later. "So," he figured he'd open up the conversation for them as they made their way through the crowd, "how've you been these days, stranger? I was... getting worried, to be honest, up until your message today." Though he had many more questions for her, Wade didn't want to barrage her with them. She hadn't done that to him when he'd fallen off the radar so many years back, so he felt obligated to give the same courtesy.

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