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no problem! I'm excited to see them :) aaand for the disease i'm not sure but I was thinking lung cancer, as that's often fatal but not necessarily so. Also i had a friend who's mom had lung cancer so i'm familiar with it so i'd be able to play it properly xD but if you have any ideas i'd love to hear them
I'm excited for you to see them too! c: Sorry I've taken so long- I've been so busy with work and school the past couple days. That's a good idea! Sorry about your friend's mom though. :( Val is all finished up, and I just need to type up a little paragraph for Mason!
No problem C: take your time!
Yeah :( it was a few years ago, but she recovered and now she has five kids. she's a pretty awesome lady!
Aww Val seems like such a sweetheart <3
Yeah :( it was a few years ago, but she recovered and now she has five kids. she's a pretty awesome lady!
Aww Val seems like such a sweetheart <3
Finally finished! I'm so excited to get started. c:That's great! I had a friend who lost her little brother to cancer years ago, so it sucks. :(
I'm so glad you like her!!! <3 Hope you like Mason too. ;)
Me tooo!!
:( I'm sorry about your friend's brother...a friend of mine had a brother who died of leukemia a few years ago. cancer is scary
I love them both!! <3<3 this will be fun. So how are we doing this? I think we'd decided that Val would have grown up with Gray and Mace right? Maybe because her parents were always so disapproving she'd spend a lot of time at their house instead.
How should the three of them know Cecily?
:( I'm sorry about your friend's brother...a friend of mine had a brother who died of leukemia a few years ago. cancer is scary
I love them both!! <3<3 this will be fun. So how are we doing this? I think we'd decided that Val would have grown up with Gray and Mace right? Maybe because her parents were always so disapproving she'd spend a lot of time at their house instead.
How should the three of them know Cecily?
cancer sucks :/ but thank youuu<3Yeah! Maybe Val grew up with them, and then I could see Gray and/or Val previously bonding with Val, and maybe Mace was just like eh? Or maybe Val was like neighbors with Cece or something, and so she just hung out with them when they were children, and she's friends with them now? xD Idk man.
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Yeah! But maybe Cece moved into the house across the street from Val's a few years ago, maybe when they're like fourteen-ish? Like in the summer before high school? And Cece and Val became good friends, and maybe soon after that Gray and Val start dating and that's why Cece joins their group of friends. At first she could've been close with only Val and then over time all four of them become best friends?
How long do you think Gray and Val should have been officially together? Or maybe there's no official point where they became a couple bit more of a natural thing where they just slowly fell for each other as they grew up? and everyone else always knew they were together, something cute like that?
Yeah! But maybe Cece moved into the house across the street from Val's a few years ago, maybe when they're like fourteen-ish? Like in the summer before high school? And Cece and Val became good friends, and maybe soon after that Gray and Val start dating and that's why Cece joins their group of friends. At first she could've been close with only Val and then over time all four of them become best friends?
How long do you think Gray and Val should have been officially together? Or maybe there's no official point where they became a couple bit more of a natural thing where they just slowly fell for each other as they grew up? and everyone else always knew they were together, something cute like that?
That sounds fantastic. c: It'll be awesome.Ahh that'd be so cute. I think there should be no real point, but they just fell together naturally, like you said. Buttttt then of course we'll have issues with them too. xD
And Mace will come onto Cece, and when she's like lol no, he'll just have to pursue her, and he'll end up developing feelings for her — and he won't want to admit it and all but it'll be greatttt.
Hahah yess it's perfect. what sort of issues should Val and Gray have? they definitely need to have some XD Alsoo I was thinking we should have a cute backstory for Mason and Gray which would explain why Gray is so afraid to tell his brother he's sick. Maybe when/after their father died, their mother disappeared for a few days and little Grayson promised Mason that he'll never leave him. So even though he can't do anything about he'll be remembering that promise and feeling like he's breaking it.
I'm trying to think, because all our characters are just so great that it's hard to think of them having issues. xD We'll have to come up with something. Maybe it could have to do with either how serious Gray is or how free spirited Val is? Is Gray going to be the jealous type?Oh my gosh that'd be so cute but so sad :( We should do it!! cx
Orr I just got another idea for the issues. xD Maybe Val and Gray have never been like intimate, and Val's starting to doubt that he really loves her, since she thinks he has no interesting in going all the way with her? Like she's starting to have doubts, if that makes sense? :3
XD true. Maybe yeah, just the personality difference like you said...and I can't really see Gray as the jealous type, he's not temperamental enough for that. We could have it so they've never actually had serious issues, aside from the small arguments here and there, and some clash that would probably result from both of them being so different. Maybe only recently, since Gray found out he's got cancer he's changed, as in gotten moody and sometimes jealous now, but he won't tell her what's wrong. Because I think he'd be scared now and feeling suddenly insecure about everything.
I knoww :( poor babies <3 we totally will!
I knoww :( poor babies <3 we totally will!
Just saw your second post! I think that would work and would fit with their personalities too, because he's so cautious and overthinks everything and she's more of a live for the moment type of person.
Great! We'll do the second thing then. :3 Anything else we need to plan before we start? ^-^
I don't think so! Aside from why they're going on this road trip, I think...they could've had this plan they'd been making for a few years now to go on a road trip together as soon as they all graduate. some of the parents could be angry about it?
Sounds good to me. :) I can see the girls' parents being upset about it? Before we start, could we delete all our spam? xD
Yep! And I'd actually prefer to keep it, if it's alright with you? I have a crap memory and I'll forget the stuff we decided on if I can't refer back lol.
Yeah that's fine! I was thinking that but I was like eh maybe I'll be able to remember. xD Do you want to start now?
Alright! And sure, let's start :) where are we starting them off? Like with them starting on their road trip or a little before, or what?
We could start a little before! Maybe the guys are late packing — or just Mace, since I can't really picture Grayson being late xD. So the girls and possibly Grayson are waiting around for him, and then they go?
Sounds good to me! I think it makes sense for them to be going in Cece's car, don't you think? I doubt Gray or Mace would have their own cars, and probably Val's parents wouldn't let her take the car either. So since Cece and Val are neighbors, they could come in Cece's car and be waiting for the guys?
Do you want to start or should I?
Do you want to start or should I?
Woo that sounds awesome!!! I'm stoked cxCould you start? I have classes most of the day today :/ Otherwise I'll try to post when I get home—or either way! :3
Me too!!! And sure I can start, but probably not until after school :/
I'm excited for this :3
I'm excited for this :3
I'm so excited too!!! :D
:D quick question, what tense are you most comfortable with?
I usually write third-person past-tense, but I'm also good with first-person if you prefer. ^-^
Yay!! Can't wait cx Just wanted to let you know I won't be on much the next couple days, because I'm going to be super busy.
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GRAY
I cough against the back of my hand and a sharp pain lances through my chest. It takes me a minute to catch my breath. This cough cropped up a while ago and has only gotten worse. At least I know the reason now. I guess that's a good thing, even if, broke as we are, there isn't much I can do about it. I pause for a moment, trying to figure out if I can hear a rasp when I breathe. Am I imagining it, or am I already having trouble breathing?
I shut the thought down. It doesn't matter if I'm imagining it or not. We've been planning this road trip for a long time now, and I don't want anything—anything at all—to ruin it. The four of us—Val, Cece, Mace, and me—have been talking about it for years, planning out different places we'll go, things we'll see, what we'll do. Years ago when Val tossed out this idea, half-jokingly, I don't think any of us had been serious about actually up and leaving. It was mostly just something to daydream about when we were bored. But it stuck in our heads, and then it sort of became something between us; every now and then one of us would say, Hey, what if we went to...
Something to look forward to after graduation. I don't know when it suddenly became so important to me. All I know is that if I am going to die, I don't want it to be before I get the chance to do this one thing with these three people who are so important to me. Val who I love; my brother Mace; my best friend Cece.
I haven't told any of them anything. I haven't told anyone at all. My mother, of course, is out of the question. She would fall apart if she knew. And my brother...I don't know. I can't drop this kind of news on him, or on anyone, not now.
So we will go on this road trip, and it will be perfect, and after we come back, I'll...I don't know what I'll do, but I'll figure something out. But right now, if I don't hurry Cecily will bite my head off for being late.
I'd be ready to leave already, but now I can't find my jacket anywhere. I'm sure I left it hanging in my closet, right there, but it's gone now. I've searched my entire room, the whole house, everywhere, and it's nowhere to be found. It is summer; I could probably leave without it. But it still gets cold at night sometimes, and I'm the type of person who likes to wear a lot of layers, even when its not cold. I also hate being caught unprepared. With a sigh, I kick my closet door shut, turning away from it to shout, "Mace! Did you take my jacket?"
CECILY
The guys are both late.
From Mace, chronic lateness is only to be expected, but I've known the twins for years now and I can't remember the last time Gray wasn't on time for something. It's not like him to be late; the guy's normally more reliable than my watch. In fact, I'd been counting on him to make sure Mace didn't keep us all waiting. And knowing Val, she might still be running around her house gathering last minute things if I hadn't turned up bright and early to help her pack. So here we are, Val and I, in my ancient Chevy pickup, outside the Adams' house, waiting for the twins to show. I texted both of them already, telling them we're outside.
I'm driving, of course. No one but me is allowed behind the wheel of my car. She might be old and clunky and painted a faded brown, but she runs beautifully and I'm extremely protective of her. My friends don't share my love for this car, but hey, they can't complain now. I wholeheartedly intend to exile any complainers to the truck bed where they can deal with the complete lack of air conditioning and boil in the summer heat.
My parents think I'm going for the weekend with just Val to some summer festival a town over. Very family-friendly and tame, perfect for parental approval. By the time they start wondering why I haven't returned yet, I'll hopefully be in the next state. It's the reason I packed only what would fit in my backpack. If I'd brought along anything more they would've caught on to the fact that I've been lying through my teeth the entire time. My parents have never been terribly fond of Val, but she is our neighbor, and they know her parents. The twins, on the other hand...in my parents eyes their family is not the kind of family they want their daughter to ever be associated with. But I'm eighteen years old and they don't get to decide who I'm friends with. I'm already doing what they want—in the fall I'll be leaving for Yale University, which is where both my parents went, as did their parents before them.
I just need some time to fucking breathe first.
"God, I'm going to kill them both," I complain to Val, leaning back in my seat. "Maybe one of us should go inside and check on them?"
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VALERIE
I was dying to get out of here.
Gray and Mace both knew that, and yet they had the nerve to be late. I was over it though—I'd never been one to dwell on things I couldn't change. However, it was so unusual for Gray not to be punctual. I was picturing him inside, hustling around with Mace and assisting him with packing his things last minute. If there was one person who could actuallt irritate me, it was Mace. I kept my cool though, resting my forehead on the dashbooard of Cece's truck. The girl was going to be rich someday, and she'd laugh when she thought back to the beat-up hunk of metal. She was so smart, and it was another thing that occasionally pissed me off. Especially when my parents frequently complained, "Why can't you be more like Cecily?" I still can't believe they approved of Gray. He's perfect, of course, but my parents would much rather have me be single forever. My parents should have been over the fact that they couldn't control my life by now. I was uncontrollable. Naturally, the only one I'd allow to control me is Gray. Not that he'd ever want to. Gray's much too kind and gentle for that.
My parents on the other hand—I basically lived with demons. It was a miracle they'd even allowed me to go on this little trip. They had probably assumed that if they let me do what I want, I'd do what they want. Some kind of crap like that. But they're wrong. I've thought a lot about what will happen after our trip is over. I figure I'll follow Gray wherever he goes. I want to always be by his side, but occasionally I doubt that he feels the same. I'm hoping this trip will help us reconcsile these feelings. It's not that I doubt that he loves me—I know he does. It's just that our relationship doesn't have...passion. I haven't told Gray how I feel on this aspect, but maybe I'll get around to it. Who knows.
My thoughts are interrupted by Cece's question, and I smile half-heartedly at her. "I can't believe Gray's late. Maybe he's just helping Mace pack?" I joke, although this was a previous thought of mine.
"I'll go, I really want a tiny bit of alone time with Gray anyways," I state, sending a saucy wink Cece's way. It's true though. Once the trip's really in motion, we'll constantly all be together, and time with just Gray will be rare.
Cautiously, I open the passenger door and step out. I wouldn't be surprised if the door came unhinged. "Be back soon!" I squealed, my excitement quickly showing. I'd always been terrible at hiding my emotions. Gray on the other hand—he was amazing at hiding his emotions and feelings. It worried me sometimes.
The Adams' house was just your avergae suburban home; two floors, a few steps up to the front door, chipped paint coating the sidings. I loved it. Someday, I wanted a house just like it. Get married, maybe have a few kids. Still, I wasn't entirely sure I wanted to be tied down. I'd never expected to get married, that was so much committment, and so little freedom. Kids too, although I adored children. Most were so sweet and innocent, a lot like I had been.
The front door banged behind me, and I listened to the heavy footsteps upstairs, and a shout from Gray. His relationship with Mace made me smile. I'd always wanted to have a sibling, and Cece had been a sort of unbiological sister growing up. I didn't feel like yelling though. It just wasn't my style. I jogged swiftly up the stairs, pausing outside of Gray's door. God, I loved him, and sometimes the strength of my feelings scared the hell out of me.
"How much longer are you gonna take?" I asked quietly, raising an eyebrow at his turned back. He isn't much taller than me, but when I step in to hug my arms around his chest, I feel like he towers over me. And I love it. If there's one place I can feel safe, it's with Gray, and in his arms, although his back remains to me. "You excited?" I tease, stepping on my tiptoes to press a small kiss to his neck. He's perfection.
MASON
I hadn't been with a girl in so long, and I felt like it was killing me. So what night was better to get drunk than the night right before waking up early? It's much too easy for me to find a hook-up. Seriously, if girls knew me better? They'd want nothing to do with me. Girls are so naive though. Most think a one night stand will turn into a relationship. As if. I don't do relationships.
The sunlight peeking through my shades made me want to scream. The light set an insistent banging in my head into motion, and I groaned. Running a hand over my face, I made my best attempt to get out of bed without falling over. A petite blonde was curled up in my sheets. I didn't even know her name. It didn't matter—it never did. I hastily slipped on some boxers and jeans, opting for a white v-neck as well. Again, I managed to do all of this without puking. A miracle. The next step was to get the blonde out of here, because I had that roadtrip thing starting today. I climbed onto the bed, and gripped her naked shoulders. After shaking her for a few moments, her eyes finally opened. There was a smirk on her face, and she no doubt thought I was ready for round two.
"Get out," I growled, no longer in the friendly mood. Disappointment flashed in her eyes, but she was soon enough grabbing her own clothes and storming for the door. I grabbed her shoulders again, and steered her towards the window. "You'll go this way," I demanded, my usual smile appearing for a brief moment. She couldn't leave fast enough, and once she was gone, I breathed easy. How did Gray do a relationship for so long? I could hardly stand a girl for more than twelve hours. Cece and Val didn't count, they were both my friends, and Val, Gray's girlfriend.
My skull felt like it was being smacked around with bricks. I could no longer ignore the pounding sensation, and hurled out the window. Hey, at least it hadn't been on my floor.
I didn't need much for the trip. I picked random pieces of clothing from the floor, stuffing them into a backpack. A few pairs of boxers, a couple pairs of jeans, and I was good. No sense in busting my butt.
I heard Gray yell from his room, and I groaned. Couldn't he be quiet for once? Especially when I was royally hungover? The drive was going to be awful, that was for sure. Cece was driving, and she was a great driver, but I'd puke at least twice. I could see it already; her screaming as I coughed—yelling for me not to ruin her precious truck. It was cute, sort of, how protective Cece was of the piece of junk. Maybe if she hadn't been part of the friend group, I already would have hooked up with her. However, Cece was my friend, and I did not go around breaking my friend's hearts.
"I don't have your stupid jacket!" I belted, although I spotted it laying on the floor across from me. Oh well. I hated being wrong, and I wasn't about to yell back.
Lazily hoisting my bag over my shoulders, I manuevered through my room, down the hall, and outside. The sunlight was much too...sunny. I was on the verge of puking once again. I made my best attempt to hide my hangover, breathing deeply through my nose, my eyes resting on the truck. Cece was in the driver's seat, although she'd never let anyone else drive. I still didn't understand what the point was of driving all over creation. Gray, Val, and Cece were all into it though, so I had to be too.
"Hey," I called out to Cece, offering her my most charming smile. I wouldn't blaming her for giving me hell about being late. I wasn't going to apologize though—I never apologized for anything.
I threw my bag into the truckbed and climbed into the passenger seat, breathing in the fresh scent of rusting metal. Great. I wasn't going to be surprised if the thing just broke down and doors and wheels started coming undone. "Where's Val?"
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GRAY
Mace has been 'borrowing' my clothes—read: stealing them whenever he runs out of clean clothes of his own—since we were little kids. It's annoying sometimes, but most of the time I don't mind. Much. So despite what he shouts back, I'm pretty sure that's where my jacket's disappeared to. It's probably lying around in his room somewhere, but I'm not about to go in there and look for it. With Mace you can never know what you'll find in his room. The place is always a terrible mess. And besides, I've had a few awkward morning encounters before when I made the mistake of walking into his room without knocking. I know for a fact he was out late last night; I doubt he came home alone.
We might be twins, but I can count on one hand the number of things we have in common. We have the same birthday—born nine minutes apart—we have similar names that neither of us much like to use, probably for that very reason. And that's pretty much where the similarities end. We're fraternal, not identical, so we don't even look very alike. I look like Dad, he looks like Mom. But it's more than that, more than the fact that my eyes are brown and his are green, or that my hair is almost black while his is much lighter. Mace fills up every room he enters, or at least that's what it seems like to me. But people don't notice me as much, which I'm quite glad for. Mace goes through girls quicker than he remembers to do his laundry, but I can't remember a time when I didn't close my eyes and see only Val, Val, Val. Can't remember a time when I didn't love her.
Downstairs, I hear the front door slam. Maybe Mace on his way out, but probably either Cecily or Val coming in to check why we're both taking so long. Val, I think, because Cece doesn't slam doors. I hear her quick, familiar footsteps on the stairs and I know it's her a second before I hear her quiet voice from my bedroom door behind me. In answer, I zip my bag shut and stand, glancing around the room to check if I've missed anything. I'm about to reach down to lift my bag when Val's slender arms wrap around my chest. "You excited?" she asks, brushing a kiss against my neck that I feel all the way down my spine.
I turn so we're face to face, hardly an inch of space between us. My hands drift up to rest on either side of her face. I stare at her for a second, wanting to memorize her face, every little detail from the brown of her eyes to the perfect curve of her mouth to the line of her jaw. Val reminds me how much I want to live; I can't look at her anymore without wondering how much time I may or may not have left, without feeling like I'm lying to her by not telling her. I'd never before thought I'd ever be anything but honest with her. I don't think I've lied to her before, ever, not for anything that mattered. But lies of omission are lies all the same, and every day that passes is another day I'm keeping something important from her. And yet I can't bring myself to tell her.
I take a deep breath and bend my head until my forehead rests against hers, focus on her and shove away the thoughts that make me feel like someone's switched the floor with the sky and I didn't get the memo. Val, my Val, she sets the world right side up. "Yeah," I say finally, quietly. I rub my thumb over her cheekbone. "Aren't you?" Because I know how much she wants to leave. She doesn't have to say it. I know.
I've always been happy to take things slow with Val, because I always thought—I always knew that what we had was solid, more solid than anything else in my life. Sometimes I think she's the only solid thing in my life. We're not just another high school couple that won't last. Val and I, we are more than that. I cannot imagine myself with anyone else—I cannot imagine myself without her. So we've never rushed things, never had a reason to. I didn't want us to go too far too early and end up regretting it. We had each other and we had all the time in the world.
Except we don't, not anymore, and she doesn't know.
"Val..." I hesitate, shake my head. "I...Nothing." I will tell her, eventually. But not now. Now I tip my head to the side and press my mouth to hers, kiss her before she can remember to ask me what I was about to say.
CECILY
I wrinkle my nose at Val as she winks at me, saying she's wanted some alone time with Gray anyway. Undaunted by my response, she swings open the passenger side door and hops out, throwing a cheery, "Be back soon!" over her shoulder before she's off, disappearing through the front door into the shabby-but-nice two-story where the twins live with their mom. I lean across to pull the car door shut again, before sitting back in my seat, eyes on the Adams' house.
I wait, only half-paying attention, trying not to jump out of my skin. I just want to get going. It's only when Mace's window slides open and someone clambers out of it that I focus again, frowning. Not Mace for sure, but a girl, a petite girl with pale gold hair. She reaches the lawn and marches purposefully away down the road. As she passes my car, I can't help but notice the rumpled state of her clothes and the fact that she's quite pretty.
One of Mace's one night stands, obviously. The newest in a long line. I wonder if she knew what she was getting into with him. Maybe she's the same and it doesn't matter to her, and like Mace she's just in it for the sex.
Not that I care, of course. Mason can do whatever the hell he wants as far as I'm concerned, sleep with whoever he wants. It's none of my business.
I glance back at the window in Mace's room to see him poke his head out, his hair bright in the morning sun, and proceed to puke his guts out into the scraggling bushes next to the house. Gross. He retreats and the window shuts, leaving me wondering whether or not he's got it out of his system now or if he plans to ruin my car by throwing up in it. Maybe I really should banish him to the truck bed with a bin to hurl in should the need arise. The air could help clear his no doubt alcohol-scrambled brain.
Mace comes ambling out of his house, the door swinging shut behind him as he walks rather unsteadily down the steps and towards me. I can see him squinting against the sunlight like, oh, maybe like he's so hungover that its hurting his eyes. Just a guess. "Hey," he calls as he nears my car, offering that brilliant smile that I know he uses to charm the pants right off anyone to get what he wants. Mace is far too good-looking for his own good, and he knows it. I refuse to soften in the face of that smile.
"She just went inside to check on you two," I tell him as he gets into the passenger seat that Val vacated just minutes ago. I suppose the lovebirds can have the back seat to themselves. "To get some alone time with your brother," I add with half of a grin. "Pretty sure it's not packing they're doing." I don't wait for Mace to answer before I lay into him. "And why do I get the feeling that you are colossally hungover right now?" I raise one eyebrow at him. "I'm not even going to ask about that girl that I just saw climb out of your window. Are skinny blondes your type or are the only requirements female and susceptible to those green eyes? And just so we're clear here, you are not going to puke in my car. You feel the urge to cough up your polluted guts, you can go sit in the back with this." I toss a plastic bag into his lap. "You throw up in this car and you are history."
[hey Julianna :) everything good with you? do you still want to do this?]
I'll have them finished up in a few hours, I have work. :/ Those sound like great ideas!!! And we still need to decide what the disease is xD