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DANNY
ok. just don't get home too late, you know we both worry.
are you still mad?
Thread Name: Coffee and Crumbs Bakery
Why should it be added?: Everybody loves to have some warm handmade bread in the morning, and this family-owned bakery is just the place! also Lily Bones works there after school because it's her family that owns it.
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Residence Name: Murdocks' House
Who lives here?: Lena Murdock, her mother, and her grandmother
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Residence Name: Adam Newton's Apartment
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Adam rents a cheap apartment downtown he can barely afford but he has a kitchen, a bathroom, and a bed, and that's enough for him.
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Residence Name: Bones' Apartment
Who lives here?: Lily Bones, her mother, and her grandfather
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The three room apartment lies upstairs from "Coffee and Crumbs Bakery", proudly owned by the Bones family for six generations.
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Lily saw him lit up and start warming up and couldn't help but think of how cute he looked. He seemed excited to race, which shouldn't have come as a surprised as he was one of the fastest runners on the team. She knew because she went to pretty much all their games by coach's directive to "foster team spirit". To be honest Lily was just glad she had an excuse to go see Jamie without looking weird. She made an effort to look at the other players every once in a while but her eyes always drifted back to Jamie. It was in these games that she had seen how great of a player he was, how happy and relaxed he got and, of course, how fast of a runner he was. Maybe Jamie was right and she wasn't thinking this through.
But there was no way she'd give him the satisfaction. "You're damn right I'm sure," she retorted, following the silly boy whilst stretching out her arms. "I can run this track with my eyes closed Bucky," she started, teasing with ease "you may be the fastest one on the boys' team, but you haven't raced against me."
She was getting excited about the race, and she wondered if it was his energy that was contagious. She was also very competitive, so that was also a pretty strong factor to her anticipation to their race. As he walked towards her something tugged in her stomach, making it drop the second he winked at her. She just rolled her eyes while trying to focus on something, anything, but she was interrupted by his slight nudge. He touched me, oh my god. "Be more creative...I'd like to see you come up with something better!" She stuck out her tongue because she was, well, a toddler apparently, before nodding. "Yeah, yeah, whatev-"
Lily felt her body warm up immediately. One thing was seeing him in shorts, which she had, multiple times in the aforementioned soccer games. She had enough exposure to not go into a frenzy every single game. But when Jamie pulled his sweatshirt off he pulled up his shirt too. If she was being honest, and she would never admit to this, she had most definitely imagined him shirtless. Like, she was a teenager who had a ten year old crush, sue her. However, she was most definitely NOT ready to see real-life, Jamie Buchanan's semi-defined six pack that night. Seeing as he was an all-star athlete she shouldn't have expected less, but she was taken completely by surprise and all the cowbells and alarms ran in her head.
Jamie's shirtless, I mean practically shirtless, like technically shirtless, like Jameson Buchanan had pulled. off. his shirt (or well sweatshirt whatever) and I, Lily Bones was the only one to witness it in this night right here like there is no way he did that on purpose.
Practically drooling already, it took a second to pull her eyes away from the boy in front of her and remember what was going on.
Ah yes, the race.
With her ears a bright crimson, her heart pounding, and her insides flipping out, she mimicked Jamie's position to begin the race, barely hearing him call out to her. "Uh..." she cleared her throat with difficulty and replied. "Ready," Jamie Buchanan touched me and winked. "set," I just saw Jamie's abs. "go!"
I am so fucked.
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lena murdock
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adam newton
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alma aguilar
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danny buchanan
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lily bones
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She bit her lip, more weird and deep in thought than sexy flirting, her arms still crossed tightly and her feet tapping the grass rhythmically. She had been silent for a while, running in her mind the various scenarios she could suggest. She could always have him do something really embarrassing, or maybe something so hard he'd have to just give up and tell her off. Lily had known him for a really long time. He'd always been the bright golden boy of Warwick, smiling for everyone and making jokes. And in all the time that she had known him, she couldn't recall a time where he had gotten angry, or even a tiny bit upset. Not in all the years of teasing and mocking. He really was so perfect. But maybe a dare would get him ticked off. Maybe he'd scream at her and push her away. Maybe finally she'd get him out of her mind.
Lily narrowed her eyes at his impatience. "You're really going to regret saying that Bucky." She wasn't exactly sure why Jamie was down for both a favor and a challenge just for a hair tie, especially since she wasn't being the nicest person. Then again, she really wasn't the nicest person, like, ever. She found that the harsher and meaner she was, the less likely he was to find out how she really felt. But it had been years, years of going back and forth, and for some strange reason he would just not budge. He would laugh her jabs off, grin and compliment her, and kept looking for her. And so Lily kept on being mean.
"I think I'm going to keep the favor," Lily decided, reaching to flip her ponytail only to find an empty space. Right. The bun. She dismissed it with a hand twirl that she hoped wouldn't look too weird and kept talking to change his focus. "That way, when you're being especially infuriating," she gave him a fake smile "I can make you do something especially embarrassing."
She unfolded her arms and began to stretch, taking her foot and folding her leg back. "And I'll give you the hair tie," Lily began, switching feet "If you manage to beat me." She snapped the hair tie back to her wrist and smiled smugly. "I bet I can run this entire field twice in less time than you."
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Lily had expected the laugh. Jamie always managed to turn everything into a joke with a punchline he alone was privy to. While Lily really, really, liked his laugh, sometimes she couldn't help but wonder if her words were the joke, if unknowingly she was the butt of the joke. She usually whisked the thought away, not thinking Jamie of being that cruel. But then again, hadn't she always been cruel to him?
Well, cruel was a harsh word. Had she teased him? Yes. Had she mocked him, sometimes in front of friends? Of course. But what else could she do, if every single time she looked into his eyes her knees went weak and her heart beat like there was no tomorrow? They had been very young when she had first felt that way, elementary school probably, when he shared half his lunch with her when her mom punished her for punching a neighbor. (A slightly older kid who was terrorizing his little sister, but that was worthless information to her mother). And from that moment Jamie Buchanan took a seat right at the center of Lily Bones' hardened heart, refusing to leave despite years of trying to get rid of him. Those strange feelings that invaded her and the fear of his reaction to them were always the root of her bitter disposition towards him. It was much easier to make fun of him and call him Bucky than to admit the naked truth. What was she supposed to do, tell him how she felt? That certainly would get a real good laugh out of him.
Lily did not expect him to ask her that question. It took her by surprise, making her smug smile disappear and her shoulders fall in an instant. While at first he seemed to get serious (or as serious as Jamie could be), he snorted and Lily knew he must not have been serious. Hate him. He was asking her why she hated him? The girl had spent years trying to hate him! She had poked and prodded him, trying to find a way, an excuse, to despise him. That would've been much easier! How on Earth could she explain that she nowhere near hated him, that she actually-
And then he goes and does an obnoxious hair flip and how can is she supposed to answer?
Before she could even process what was going on, Jamie reached out.
Toward her.
The sudden movement scared her and she pulled away, painfully aware of her rapid heartbeat and jagged breaths. Lily wasn't a very touchy person. Her grandpa was the only one in her family that hugged her, occasionally, and after a really horrible kiss in a summer camp (one of the attempts to evict Jamie from her mind), she had gotten jumpy about personal space. She never want to feel as uncomfortable and insecure as she felt that night. Everyone knew it: Lily would join in a team cheer and push the other team around, but she would knock the teeth out of anyone who got too close.
She almost didn't hear him when he spoke. He was back to his smiling and annoyingly charming self. Anything you want. Oh boy. He was really trying to give her a heart attack, she was sure now. Lily sputtered and blink a couple of times before crossing her arms, hair tie in hand, feeling safe in the default reaction to his antics. She had to compose herself before she looked like an idiot, if it wasn't too late. She made a face pulling her lips sideways. "Does this mean you owe me a favor or do you want a challenge?" She asked, if only a tiny bit curious in Jamie's answer.
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Lena liked to think that she knew exactly what was going on with those she flirted with. Most of the time she was correct, she had come to learn most people are as filthy-minded as you'd think. And it usually didn't bother her, she was a succubus, she was supposed to awaken those thoughts, right? But with Hunter...she couldn't be sure. They had known each other for so long that she was unsure that he could see her as more than a friend. She felt a pang of guilt for flirting him, well aware that this was the same treatment she gave every single one-night stand she ever had, but the curiosity of how he'd react overcame the guilt easily.
She chuckled softly. "Not crazy, just..." she dangled the word for a second before lowering her voice to a barely audible whisper. To the word she knew he longed for, to the word she had fought for with tooth and claw in a family of repressed succubi. "Free"
Despite his hesitant comments, Hunter's smiles and questions told her that he was enjoying their little game. "Well, a lady has to keep the mystery, no?" She asked, giving him a little smug smile. "But if you really want to know," She sighed, as if defeated, before changing to a devilish tone "first you're going to have to go to a party," she turned to him with a smirk "and then the fun will begin."
Lily wasn't having a good night. She wasn't sure if it was the fact that she had been practicing for more than two hours, if it was the fact that she was sure her phone would be blowing up with texts and missed calls from her hysteric mother, or if it was the fact that it was him. Despite the fact that the second involved her shitty living situation and would mean a great deal of shouting and punishment when she got home, Lily dreaded the possibility of the last one the most. She had liked him for a while, and known him for just a little longer, and she had gotten very good at hiding how giddy he made her feel. Even when he went to her games with the rest of his team, she was so committed to destroy the other team that she drowned those butterflies.
But now they were alone. Good God they were alone.
When he caught the ball the first time, she only rolled her hands into fists and scowled at the ball at her feet. "You got this," she mocked again, this time muttering under her breath while she kicked the ball up (just a little bit too hard) to catch it with her knee and grabbed it "You can bet your ass I've got this you grinning idiot," she continued muttering as she walked back to her original position "I swear to God you and your stupid smile and perfect hair..."
When he stopped it the second time, Lily huffed loudly and didn't even reply when he tried to motivate her and keep her going. He was going to get it.
When he stopped it the seventh time, Lily was LIVID.
She was angry at everything. Angry at the cones she had to dribble, angry at the lights that were too bright, angry at herself for missing so many times consecutively, and especially angry at Jamie for being...being so Jamie about it all. Throwing encouragements, compliments when she did something good, always a smile when he threw the ball back, not one jab or tease. If they switched places, Lily would've mocked him hundreds of times for sure. No question. But it made sense: Jamie was all smiles and kindness, while Lily was all punches and bitterness.
She had kicked the ground like fifty times already, her anger and stress bubbling up inside and making her heart pound, her armpits sweat, and her huffs make puffs in the winter air. Lily was cursing and muttering under her breath when she heard him call out, her ponytail flipping as she turned to watch him jog toward her. She was already quite upset at the whole ordeal, but now he had the nerve, the audacity to run his hand through his hair? Was he deliberately trying to make her drool? Because it sure looked like it.
Lily raised her eyebrows at his request. Did she have hair ties? Her left wrist had about four black ones. Her long ginger mane required multiple ties to stay out of her way. Was she going to give him one?
"You know," she sighed, taking the first one from her wrist and taking all the strays from her ponytail and tie them back up. "I did have some," she continued, taking the second one to tie up the braid she made while talking. "Like really, I did," she said as if trying to reassure him, taking the third one to wrap the braid up in a messy bun. "But you see now," she took the last hair tie and twirled it between her fingers. "I need this one for my bun." Lily pouted exaggeratedly before waving it around, almost daring him to get it. "If you wanted your hair out of the way you should've thought about it." She smiled smugly "Tough luck Bucky."
Lena stifled a giggle. It was just like Hunter to be hesitant when it came to parties. For as long as she had known him, he had been far from a party animal. While parties were Lena's territory (you can't be a succubus and be away from the prime hunting ground), Hunter attended few parties, if any, which she suspected it was due to his family. He didn't talk about his family much, but they seemed to be pretty strict with him, especially in terms of who he hung out with. Lena had only met them once, and that was enough to be convinced that they did not want her near their son. Which was a shame, really, because they actually had a lot of fun together when they hung out, something that she noticed had not been as common as before.
Well that had to change.
Lena kept twirling the pencil, now much more engaged but not by whatever chemistry concept the teacher was droning on about, but by having Hunter on edge. She used his pencil to doodle as to keep up appearances that she was taking notes, but her attention was fully on the boy behind her. It was silly really, but having a dare with Hunter had the potential to be immensely fun.
Lena bit her matte red lip with Hunter's hushed words. Truth be told, she didn't think he had it in him to have such a dirty imagination. It was refreshing to see the Boy Scout in another light. Come think of it, Lena wasn't sure of what was Hunter's romanticand sexualexperience. She knew of a girlfriend, or maybe two? But it was hard to imagine her childhood friend in that...position.
Well, not too hard.
She turned to him with a pout. "You're no fun Landon," she whispered in fake disappointment. "that's the best way to end the night." She half teased with a smirk, biting the end of the pencil softly. "One night out partying with me and I can make you lose all inhibitions boy scout." She liked playing around with Hunter, so she figured she'd keep him guessing for a little while longer. "But don't worry, there's other things I could dare you to do." She sighed and bit her lip as if deep in thought. "Skinny dipping, keg stands..." She finally turned to him with her playful smirk and an eyebrow raised. "The question is, how far will you go?"
If there was one thing Jamie could do well, it was rile Lily up. And that was saying something, because Jamie wasn't just a soccer player, he was the cocaptain of the varsity team, just as he was of the lacrosse team, he was an asb board member, and as far as she knew, he was doing well in his grades. Jamie seemed to be good at anything he tried. Sure, he had ADHD, she knew that, but somehow he always seemed unfazed. Always with that stupid perfect smile on his face, laughing with his friends or joking or shining at whatever he was doing at the moment.
Unlike Lily, who had few friends, who barely made it to cocaptain of the team this year due to her bad temper, and whose grades were yet another complaint her mother had of her, among the fact that she had no romantic prospects and no social life. Then again, her mother wanted a picture perfect daughter, calm and obedient, girly and polite, and Lily was far from being that girl. She often wondered if she could just do a spell to get her off her back. She had never tried because well, she was afraid that something would go wrong and she had never been as mad as to risk anyone's life. She was actually not that bad at witchcraft actually, mostly due to her grandpa's patience in teaching. But of course, the one thing she was good at, had to be a complete secret.
Lily stood by the neon cones, her arms crossed and her muddy cleats firm on the bright green grass, the frown never disappearing from her face. She could never understand why after so many years of teasing and making fun of him and scowling, he always greeted her with that silly grin and nice words. He was just too good. What a perfect, beautiful idiot.
She knew he wasn't going to give up. He had already put on his gloves, he had thrown her his ball, he was set up. Lily sighed angrily and kicked her ball aside, dribbling his in place while he talked. She knew she had the advantage of being warmed up (the sweat was there to prove it), and frankly, scoring on Jamie would bring her a great deal of satisfaction. What was there to lose?
"Whenever you're ready, yeah?" She repeated with a mocking voice, as she walked to fix the cone she had kicked in anger. She was closer to the goal so she turned to make a face at him, to make sure he knew she was not having his jokes. She saw him getting ready out, and smiled smugly while crossing her arms. "Wasn't planning to." She walked back to the ball, her cleats slightly digging on the dirt below, moving her forearm to wipe some sweat from her forehead, making a mental note to wash her shorts and long-sleeve as soon as she got home. She turned to him, her heart pounding as a result of the bright lights and the challenge, and maybe his face she wasn't sure, but she stretched her legs and narrowed her eyes in concentration. She dribbled between the cones and kicked the monochromatic ball with all the intention of scoring on his smug face.
Only to of course have him catch it in a second.
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daniel hugh "danny" buchanan | 18 years old | male & bi | human | whs student
Unlike his extroverted and charismatic brother, Daniel Buchanan couldn't be more reserved. He prefers to sketch and paint for hours than to go out with friends. The latter would be much more appealing of course, if he actually had said friends to go out with. Daniel keeps mostly to himself, and the majority of people he knows are people his brother introduced him to. Daniel isn't unpleasant or mean by any means, and when people get to know him he's surprisingly funny, but years of being left behind didn't give him much hope in humanity.
The Buchanans seem like the perfect family. Key word here being "seem". John and Lise struggled to have children, Daniel's older sister their first miracle, and the twins being their second one. But that second miracle came with a fault. Daniel was diagnosed with chronic obstructive pulmonary disease shortly after he was born, starting a long and arduous journey to survive. The constant care, the trips to the hospital, it all took a toll on the family, but what was the worst for Daniel was to have to grow up away from all the experiences his brother got to have. When Jamie ran and played with other kids, Daniel would wheeze and be held back by his teachers and parents. "It's just different for you." That's what his parents told him. And so Daniel stayed in and found something he truly loved: art.
Daniel is an artist, his room is full of sketches and paintings and drawings he has made over the years, slowly becoming better, slowly finding his style. He has been told multiple times by teachers that he simply must cultivate his gift and share it in some way. And his circumstances have not limited his dreams. He watched his older sister leave for college and he plans to do the same. It pains him to think of what life would be like without his brother, without his best friend. But he also knows that he wants to see the world and all its wonders, he wants to take charge of his life, and he may only have one shot at it. He'll be damned if he doesn't take it.
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Lily had just kicked the ball up to catch it on her knee when she heard his voice. That voice. Needless to say, she didn't catch the ball with her knee, instead it dropped next to her foot as she turned around to see the newcomer.
It was like she saw him walk in slow-motion. Oh Jamie Buchanan. Always with his signature smile, the spark on his deep brown eyes, and his beautiful, perfect hair. Jamie, who she had known since they were mere infants in elementary school, who had always been so funny, smart, and so. kind. The boy that made her insides go all insane. Like a bunch of butterflies, or a bunch of bees.
How dare he.
How dare he kick off his sweatpants so Lily could see his muscled legs? How dare he call her "the best right shooter" and grin with that stupid grin? Lily's face had unconsciously and immediately gone into a frown the moment she saw him, because years of practice make perfect.
"There is another goal over there, Bucky." She retorted as she kicked her ball slowly toward the cones, trying to ignore the fact that she was 1) extremely sweaty after hours of being out there (which would reflect in her armpits AND forehead), 2) wearing shorts that clearly showed the fact that she hadn't shaved, and 3) failing miserably at something that she was supposedly good at. "I actually do better alone, thank you."
"Mixed feelings?" She asked teasingly "There's booze, music, and bodies," Lena's three favorite things "What more could you ask for?"
Overall though, Hunter's tone pleased Lena, because, as always, it showed that she got to him. She sighed with a smile. Sometimes it was just too easy. Then again, she had known him for years, so when she asked for a favor it made sense that he would agree, friends did other friends favors, right?
Except what Lena had in mind wasn't exactly a favor. "It's more of a...dare, actually." She explained, twirling his pencil in her fingers.
Lily was actually supposed to be at home.
She was supposed to be at the family bakery, helping with the bread or the customers or some other task her mother found appropriate for her, but it was because of this woman exactly that she preferred to stay late practicing. Nobody in the team questioned her dedication and work, frankly nobody dared. She was always the first one on the field for practice, the last one to leave, and the most committed to take the team to state.
Which is why it was extremely annoying that she could not get the ball to the goal. There was no goalie. She just had fixed some cones to dribble and shoot. Easy peasy. Dribble and shoot while thinking of the reprimand she was going to get when she got home.
"SHIT!" She screamed loudly when, again, she missed the goal. She kicked a cone angrily before stomping to get the ball from the corner arc. She hadn't even been close!
oh yes, merry christmas to everyone who celebrates it, and if not happy holidays! I wish you all the very best :D
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Lena just kept smiling that playful smile as Hunter talked to her. The smile that was almost almost the same she used to get what she wants. Of course it's not just the smile that plays the part, Lena's entire being was designed to be enticing. For now though, just for a little while, she was the mischievous child teasing a friend.
Eyeing the teacher to make sure he was looking the other way, Lena turned her face a little to catch his smirk. "We both know you're not taking notes, boy scout." She whispered, the familiar nickname reminding her how different they really were. "And well, I think you'll have to do me a favor, Hunter Landon." She finished, her smirk mirroring his. "How do you feel about parties?"
liliana geraldine "lily" bones | 18 years old | female & hetero | witch | whs student
Don't let her name fool you, Lily is anything but fragile as a flower. She's a soccer player, quite well known for her competitiveness and temperament, which has gained her the respect, but mostly fear, of her peers. She's not very friendly and frankly a tad awkward when it comes to social relationships, but one thing is for sure: she will not put up with anyone's shit. If you're a douchebag and she answers with a sassy remark, be thankful it's not a punch in the face.
Lily comes from a long line of witches and warlocks, so the curse showed what was expected. She's an only child, her mother had her when she was in high school and her father ran out on them when Lily was four. It was then when Lily's mother moved back to her father's house and started working with him at his bakery. Lily's mother has always been preoccupied by other people's opinions, and tries her best to keep up appearances of a perfect family. This is less than easy with a daughter like Lily, who got into fights since she could walk. Lily does not get along with her mother and prefers to learn magic from her warlock grandpa, who taught her a love of books and whom she adores with all her heart.
While Lily is as tough as she appears, she hides a massive secret (besides the fact that she's a witch, of course). And that's the fact that she is head-over-heels crazy in love with Jamie Buchanan. She has been, in fact, since elementary school. And while someone as young as Lily doesn't really know for sure what love is, she can't really find another word for the feeling she gets when she sees him smile. But there is no way on Earth she's going to have him know of her embarrassing feelings for him, never ever, which is why naturally every time she sees him she just has to make fun of him.
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Ƒᴀվᘔᴀ... {Iɱ Ꮗҽíཞᗪ} wrote: "Like meet up there with the intention of meeting up or they find each other their and are like “let’s just stick together”"
finding each other? like maybe even they wanted to go with someone else but because of other reasons couldn't and since they're friends they decide to just hang out?
