〈 ɴ ᴀ ᴍ ᴇ 〉 lincoln trey harper〈 ᴀ ɢ ᴇ 〉 twenty-one years of age〈 ᴀ ᴘ ᴘ ᴇ ᴀ ʀ ᴀ ɴ ᴄ ᴇ 〉〈 ᴏ ᴛ ʜ ᴇ ʀ 〉 tba [ or edited ]〈 ɴ ᴀ ᴍ ᴇ 〉 hailey anne harper〈 ᴀ ɢ ᴇ 〉 nineteen years of age〈 ᴀ ᴘ ᴘ ᴇ ᴀ ʀ ᴀ ɴ ᴄ ᴇ 〉〈 ᴏ ᴛ ʜ ᴇ ʀ 〉 tba [ or edited ]〈 ɴ ᴀ ᴍ ᴇ 〉 mark-andré marcoux-winston〈 ᴀ ɢ ᴇ 〉 twenty years of age〈 ᴀ ᴘ ᴘ ᴇ ᴀ ʀ ᴀ ɴ ᴄ ᴇ 〉〈 ᴏ ᴛ ʜ ᴇ ʀ 〉 tba [ or edited ]〈 ɴ ᴀ ᴍ ᴇ 〉 zoey alexandra price〈 ᴀ ɢ ᴇ 〉 twenty years old〈 ᴀ ᴘ ᴘ ᴇ ᴀ ʀ ᴀ ɴ ᴄ ᴇ 〉〈 ᴏ ᴛ ʜ ᴇ ʀ 〉 tba [ or edited ]I'll edit them later, but I have the skeletons up.
Having taken a nice liking to sleeping in, Lincoln was, evidently, still dozing in his bed, more than hungover. There was nothing he wanted more than to sink into his mattress and disappear forever. He was hungover but held a clear memory of what he'd done last night, and it truly wasn't something he wanted to re-live. He hadn't meant for it to happen and neither had she, but they'd wound up at the same bar and nobody seemed more interesting than her yesterday. Maybe it was her teasing miniskirt or the way she seemed to 'accidentally' touch him while they'd been dancing together. In any case, the only comfort he felt was that Zoey was probably feeling the same way. The thought of Zoey brought the vague memory that he had to get up anyway; he had a few classes today. Fuck. Groaning loudly in his pillow, he threw the blanket over his body and managed to rise from his bed, much like a zombie, mind you. He dragged his feet out of his bedroom and to the kitchen, downing a glass of water, and then another one.What the fuck was he going to do with this hangover?-- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- --Hailey had always been an early bird. Whether it was because her mother had always woken her and her brother up for morning prayers or because the brunette simply enjoyed being able to sit in her living room and watch the sun awaken, she was always up at crazy early hours. However, now afternoon was beginning to roll in and she was at the local coffee shop, watching the young girl pack the box of donuts she'd ordered for no reason other than to please her friends. It never hurt, right? It'd been awhile since the whole of them had gathered and simply hung out; she thought it'd be nice. She knew Lincoln had a few classes but they weren't until later (she was pretty sure), so they'd have plenty of time to hang out.Once she was out, she made her way back to the apartment block where she caught sight of Crispin. An immediate smile appeared on her face and her pace quickened slightly. “Hello, handsome,” She chirped, standing in front of his motorcycle, looking at him with a small grin.-- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- Much like his sister, Mark was also out and about, however, he'd taken his morning energy on a nice jog through the rather large park as well as a few miles down the highway. He was on his way back now, sweat coating his skin, his breath heavily laboured. The sun beat down on his shoulders, promising a sunburn because the man had never been one for sunscreen, no matter how pale he was. He burnt easily but never learned his lesson. The apartment block was in sight, something Mark was extremely grateful for. What he'd do for a cold shower right now (and not for any other reason other than to cleanse his body of the perspiration, mind you). He finally got in through the back and ran up the stairs, not thinking that his flat was the third door down the left on the second floor. He walked in, seeing as he hadn't bothered locking it when he'd left earlier this morning, and didn't hesitate to jump in the shower. Five minutes was all he needed (once again, to wash his body off). He stepped out and wrapped a towel around his waist, his hair lazily over his left eye. Net on his list was a certain his list. He sauntered into his room and grabbed his phone off of his bed. Immediately he sent a text to Ana, a faint smile gracing his lips. Good morning x]-- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- God fucking dammit how could she have been so stupid as to have let the both of them get it on in her car? Zoey groaned, letting the warm water flush out the embarrassment and leftovers from last night. “It's okay,” She mumbled aloud to herself, knowing Bri was out, probably still asleep in some guy's bed. Damn how she wished she could be in the girl's place right now. Anything than the fuzzy memories of Mark, of all people hovering on top of her. Deciding that she'd considerably raised their hydro bill, Zoey turned the water off and stepped out of the shower. She dried herself off and slipped on the pair of sweats and her college hoodie. Her wet, bleach blonde hair fell over her shoulders as they set out to dry.The only makeup Zo applied was foundation, eyeliner and mascara. Today, she decided was a lazy day. She had nothing which meant she had absolutely no need to glam herself up. Fuck the world, especially after last night. Slightly moody, the blonde headed out in the living room and crashed on the couch with a grunt, reaching for the remote to turn the television on.
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