1x1 w/ deco. + Moe

[deco.]

Fallon Westbrook


Fallon spat out the latest weird concoction she had come up with, time felt like it was at a stand still. She checked the time on her phone and a minute had barely passed since the last time she looked. Sighing, she wondered how things were going with Jena, trying to force Milo and Holden together probably wasn’t a good idea. Especially since the big oaf - as she liked to call Holden - could be quite stubborn. She looked at her phone again, this time to text Jena. “How are things going? - I feel like it’s probably not going well…” She sent him and wondered how she could coerce Holden into coming. She sensed that Milo probably wasn’t going to be the overarching problem.

She mulled over ideas before deciding upon calling him for help. She texted Holden and told him some sketchy dude was creeping around and she felt uncomfortable. It was a lie but Fallon knew he would drop anything and come to her aid. He was somewhat gullible like that and she found it funny how easy it was to trick him sometimes.



Holden Court


Holden put his keys back into his pocket and looked up at Milo, a sour look on his face, “Yes, well, some of us have to work long hours.” He said and rested his hand on the roof of his car, beside Milo’s leg. He huffed and pinched the bridge of his nose, his irritation rising. He took a deep breath trying to calm himself down, Milo always ticked a box with him that always set him off. The blonde wasn’t sure what Milo was playing at, they had bad blood but he didn’t need to be a thorn in his side constantly. “What’s your deal with me, huh?” He asked and sighed and tapped his fingers against the roof of his car. He gave Milo credit though, he didn’t expect the man to have an hour of patience inside of him. He more so would’ve expected Milo to have come barging back into the shop and reeking havoc once again. So it was nice to see the man had a tinge of self control.

Holden tapped his foot impatiently and rolled his eyes, “We haven’t exactly been friendly with each other, so I don’t know how that thought could have ever crossed your mind.” He said. The urge to reach up and grab Milo by the neck of his shirt and throw him off the roof of his car was growing by the minute. He was about to do as much seeing that Milo just slammed his feet onto the windshield of his car when Jena conveniently bumped into his shoulder, it made him think twice before going through with the action. He turned his head to look at Jena, an obviously annoyed look on his face as he invited his coworker into the conversation, “I thought I told you to handle your friend, Jena.” He said taking his anger out on him unfairly. Holden would have to apologize later but right now his head was not clear. He felt his phone buzz in his pocket and looked down, “Perfect, it’s your boss, Milo.” He said and read the text message, he frowned a bit. “Look. I don’t have time for this. Some creep is hanging around the shop. Now if you’d get off my car, I’d like to go help her.”

[м o e]

{Mobile—

Milo Scott
He pulled a cigarette out of his pocket and went to light it as Holden spoke, seemingly ignoring the man’s words. He tucked his lighter back in his pocket and puffed out some smoke, shrugging at everything with a little smirk; until Holden said something to Jena. He waved his cigarette at him then, annoyed. “Oi now don’t go dragging my only mate into it, he’s not my mum,” he said, trying—in his mind—to protect the smaller guy. He stood on Holden’s car and hopped off with ease, tensing as he stalked up to face Holden.

He was about to give him a piece of his mind when Holden got a text from Fallon and he stopped in his tracks. “Around the coffee shop?” he asked suddenly sounding protective. He may be new but nobody messed with his boss, or the little lady as he sometimes referred to her as. “Well let’s not stand here common,” he snapped, jogging over to where he’d left his skateboard and taking off around the store to the cross walk.


Jena Ruita
Everything happening was confusing and overwhelming, so instinctively Jena kind of shut down. He didn’t say anything when Holden rebuked him and he stuffed his hands in his pockets nervously. He wasn’t a very fearful person, but he hated disappointing people. He’d profusely apologize later for not getting Milo to leave sooner, all this may have been avoided if he had. His phone buzzed again and he discreetly read the text from Fallon and answered. “Are you okay? Holden just said somethings wrong at the shop. No it’s not going well.” He sent the text just as Milo jumped off the car and left just as quickly as he’d come. The punk raised a hand to his forehead. “I am so sorry. You go and make sure she’s alright,” he told Holden, knowing he’d get there after the others as he was on foot and the store was a good couple blocks away.

[deco.]

Fallon Westbrook


Fallon hummed as she tapped her bandaged fingers on the counter, if there truly were some sketchy dude about; she probably would have made his business known by now and perhaps she would be dead on the floor. She would have to tell Holden he’s an unreliable emergency contact. Fallon leaned over the counter and let out a long drawn out sigh. Dramatic, but it was keeping her from being completely bored out of her mind. She saw the notification from Jena’s reply and she couldn’t help but smile feeling a bit satisfied, not wanting to worry her new friend, she replied to him. Fallon sent Jena a selfie with her giving a thumbs up.“Mhm! I’m all good. Holden’s too overprotective so I figured a little innocent lie wouldn’t hurt.” She added in a separate message underneath her selfie. Fallon set her phone down and began wiping down the counter for the second time tonight, it had barely finished drying from the last time she had wiped down the counter.

Fallon looked up when she heard the chime of the door opening, she looked up to see a worried Holden, he seemed to be panting a bit as he must’ve ran from his car. She threw him a peace sign and seemed oddly calm. “Yo.” Fallon greeted with a smile and went back to cleaning the counter. When she heard Holden speak up the smile she previously had returned to her face, “You were too late, they left! I’m okay though.” She said and put down the cloth and walked around the counter and leaned her back against it as she watched the blonde take a seat. “No problemo, I’m assuming Jena gave you the message. That I am in fact not mad at you.” She told him and chuckled a bit.




Holden Court


Holden let out an irritated sigh watching Milo skateboard off toward the coffee shop as much as he hated the guy, he was glad to see that he cared for Fallon. The blonde took his keys out of his pocket and unlocked his car and swung the door open. He raised an eyebrow seeing Jena just standing there. “You don’t want a ride?” He asked, a bit surprised. Holden figured that he would be more worried about her, he had noticed that he had been stopping to text her throughout the night. He shrugged at Jena and ducked his head underneath and into his car, wasting no time getting on to the road.

The drive was short since he tested the speed limit on each road, he parked down the street and ran up to the door and quickly opened it. Fallon seemed to be okay, no one was in the building so maybe they had left. He didn’t know what to say at first since she seemed to be fine just cleaning the counters, “That creep still around?” He finally piped up and let out a small sigh of relief hearing that they had gone away and left Fallon alone. It seemed that he had beat Milo here which was good and all but he didn’t know what that punk would say if he weren’t around so he wanted to wait around for him to show up, “Thanks for breakfast this morning, it was good as usual.” Holden said and sat down, keeping his eye out, “mm, yeah he did.” Holden knew he worried too much about her but it was just in his nature to want to make sure everything was fine with Fallon

[м o e]

Milo Scott
He saw Holden's car rush past him only a couple minutes later and he laughed. Why the rush? Someone was over-protective. Of course, Milo was worried too, Fallon didn't seem the kind of person to text for help unless the threat was real. He pushed off and hurried over to the coffee shop, kicking the board up into his hand as he approached. No sign of danger yet, and he was good at knowing those vibes; being familiar with the local gang scene and all. He threw open the front door and strode in. "Fallon, you should've told me the danger was this guy, I was just giving him a talking to lass," he motioned to Holden with a laugh. He relaxed quickly seeing that there wasn't really anyone else in the shop, it was a lull between rush hours.

He set his board down against the wall by the door and went over to where Fallon stood, looking her over with a raised eyebrow and continuing his little joke. "You're not hurt are you? Holden can have a right grumpy temper y'know, almost took it out on me. Can you believe it? You're own loyal employee, gettin' harassed by the bloke." He shot Holden a pitiful look, leaning one elbow down on the counter. This was fun, he liked messing with the guy, he was too uptight. The Irishman gave them both a smile, looking up at Fallon innocently. "Of course, I know yer fully capable of taking care of yourself, so why the text?"


Jena Ruita
He didn't ask for a ride because he felt like a burden asking for help, so he walked as swiftly as he could. He was halfway across the street when Fallon texted him back, and immediately he slowed to a leisurely walk. He smiled and chuckled to himself, Fallon was interesting, that was for sure. She seemed to know the other two guys much better than he did; that was saying a lot because he liked to think he read others well. Jena texted her back quickly, Clever, that's probably the kindest way you could get them in the same room with their guards down. I'll be right there.

He took another five minutes before arriving at the store. He took a deep breath and entered, sticking his hands in his black jean pockets and leaning back in a boyish manner. He was at ease knowing everyone was safe, but also kept an eye on Milo, knowing how the guy loved a good fight and making it appear like other's were to blame.
This could go south quick.
Not wanting to interupt, Jena walked quietly over to one of the comfy chairs and sat down, lithely placing one leg over the other. He wasn't as traditionally masculine as his friends, just another thing he liked to distinguish himself by. His pink eyes swept over everyone in the room and came to rest on Fallon. He smiled lightly and gave her a friendly wave as if to say 'hello again'.

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FALLON

Fallon sighed when Milo entered a couple minutes later, of course Holden didn’t offer him a ride. She thought maybe, just maybe he would squash the qualm that Holden had with Milo if it meant coming to her rescue but it seems that was all for naught. There was still some time to mend the cracks and that is exactly why she had summoned the two of them. She was also a bit disappointed to see that Jena wasn’t offered a ride too, she needed her new partner in crime if these two were ever going to be sorted out.``Well, I guess you’re half right about that… Wanna take a guess who the other half is?” She asked Milo a bit teasingly.

Fallon stood up straight and adjusted the strings of her sweatshirt and tilted her head at Milo, she went to say something but Holden interrupted, mentioning something about how he would never hurt Fallon. She smirked at the taller redhead, “I can believe it. I’ve heard my own loyal employee isn’t that innocent either. Of course, I’ve only ever heard about it…” She said, a somewhat hidden warning in her words. It was no secret that Milo was jabbing at Holden and one day perhaps Holden would properly put Milo in his place. An outcome Fallon was hoping to avoid. Fallon smiled and threw up a peace sign now that Jena had entered. “Well now that we are all here, I guess we should get started.”

HOLDEN

Holden remained quiet for most of Milo’s jabs toward him, he didn’t want to blow up inside of Fallon’s establishment or worst of all, in front of her. Though, when Milo accused him of being the one that was calling Fallon he felt the need to make his feelings known, “I wouldn’t do that. I’m more surprised you haven’t caused issues for her at work.” He commented and looked out the window grumpily. He wished he had Fallon’s tolerance for Milo but unfortunately Holden doesn’t expect that day to come anytime soon. When Fallon mentioned about getting started he tilted his head and turned to face her, “Start what?” He asked concerned about what she would have up her sleeve.


(on phone--)

[м o e]

Milo Scott

He flashed Fallon an innocent smile at her comment about being half the problem, he was fully aware. He walked back behind the counter and listened to her talk with Holden, making himself a cup of coffee. He turned on the latte maker and leaned against the counter, arms folded as he waited. "If you mean to make Holden apologize for the first time we met, that would be swell," he commented when Fallon mentioned 'getting started'. His cup filled and he picked it up, blowing away the steam and sipping at the hot liquid. He knew his boss had no idea he and Holden had a history, and it wasn't a pleasant one. Milo blamed the other man but, that was debatable.

He flicked his gaze up to watch Holden, suddenly losing his earlier playfulness. He stayed back behind the counter, sulking. "You bet I haven't made problems for her, I respect her is why, and she hasn't done me wrong in any way. You on the other hand," Milo shot Holden an accusatory look. Still haven't gotten that money back from..." He muttered with an unhappy shrug.

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Jena Ruita

He felt awfully out of place in the situation, how could he possibly help these two make amends? He didn't know what Milo meant about getting his money back, the guy rarely told him what was really going on in his life; normally they just hung out casually or made trouble together. Holden didn't seem very ready to open up about whatever it was either, he just defended himself to Fallon it sounded like. Jena sighed lightly and tapped his foot against the floor gently, thinking. "If I may," he piped up when Milo was done talking. "I am close with Milo, and work with Holden. You're both decent people, this must be a misunderstanding." He told everyone, hoping he was right and the two would calm down enough to talk it out.

[deco.]

HOLDEN
Holden glared at Milo, he didn’t need to bring up old wounds nor was it even a huge deal anymore. They had met ages ago and Holden certainly had gotten his act together now. Milo on the other hand, he could tell that Milo hadn’t changed one bit. Still his same old annoying self. “Get over it, that was years ago.” Holden commented with a huff. He knew Fallon was just trying to help the two of them but he didn’t exactly get the point of this impromptu ‘therapy session’ she had started. Holden was too stubborn to try and forgive Milo or try to not get as annoyed with the man’s troublemaking, which would be a hard task to do.

He let out multiple unintelligible grumbles at Milo’s mention about money, “I don’t owe you anything, especially not after all the damage you caused.” Holden said and crossed his arms over his chest and leaned back in his seat and turned his head to look back out the window, noting everyone’s reflection in the glass. When Jena began to talk he turned his head back toward the pink eyed man. “There is no misunderstanding that Milo is a thorn in everyone’s side.” Holden stated rather bluntly.

FALLON

Fallon sighed, seeing as this was probably going to get nowhere, Holden was… Well he was Holden, he probably thought he didn’t need to prove himself to anyone except her. He was stubborn like that in a way. It could be good at times but right now she needed him to open up a bit. The last thing she wanted was either of them to be in jail because they fought on the street. She really didn’t know what to say, something about money was mentioned… That was never a good thing. Despite knowing Holden since highschool, she really didn’t know what he had gotten into. She never bothered to dig into his private life, except she did know how aggressive he could get at times. She had lost count of the times he had been suspended from school.

She had to disagree with Holden’s last statement about Milo. He did have some quirks about him but she wouldn’t say that he was a thorn in her side. Fallon sighed, still trying to find something to say to the both of them but luckily Jena had spoken for her. However Holden didn’t seem pleased with what Jena had to say. She shot a displeased look toward the blonde and spoke, “I’m sure whatever it is that’s bothering the both of you can be fixed if you just talk, so… Who wants to go first?” She asked.

(on phone, srry it took so long i have been busy w. school)

[м o e]

Milo Scott

In his mind, Milo had been holding his tongue—and temper—quite well for this whole exchange. That changed rapidly though at Holden’s last sentence.
Angrily, Milo stood straighter and jabbed a finger in Holden’s direction. “You know what, I really don’t have to put up with your a** talking like that when you don’t even know me,” he snapped, eyes flashing. If Holden was wanting a fight, Milo would be more than happy to oblige.

After a second of tense breathing, Milo seemed to realize Jena, and Fallon his boss, were still in the room. He ran a hand through his fiery hair and turned so his back faced all three of them; not wanting to give himself even a moment to let loose his anger.

Jena Ruita

Neither of the taller men seemed willing to relent, which struck Jena as odd considering both he and Fallon were considered friends to each.
His frown deepened at each negative exchange between Holden and Milo, and he looked across to Fallon. Normally he was calm and composed, but right now he let his guard down enough to give her a helpless look. What could they do? How was he supposed to emotionally handle two angry guys when he himself was an emotionally numb, weaker person in his own mind?

At Milo’s outburst, raising the volume of the entire ordeal, Jena stood up with surprising authority. “You are both simply acting like children at this point. I insist that if you can’t communicate to each other, at least apologize to Miss Fallon,” he said sternly, pale brow creasing as he looked between the two. Something inside him shook with fear at what he was doing but he pushed it down and held his ground.

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HOLDEN

Holden bounced his leg up and down annoyed with Milo and honestly finding this impromptu friend therapy session a bit ridiculous but he wasn't sure how Fallon would react if he didn't at least humor the idea but things seem to have been getting out of hand when Milo had a sudden outburst. He stopped bouncing his leg and glared at the red head, "Know you? Your actions today said a lot about you, I think I know enough, buddy." he spat back.

He was going to say more when Jena had interrupted the two of them; something he was not expecting from the shorter boy. It pained Holden to admit it but he certainly was acting more like an angry child rather than the levelheaded adult he would usually present himself as.


FALLON

Fallon honestly had no hope in Milo and Holden but it was worth a shot. I mean, she had done all she could but it didn't seem like the two of them were ever going to get along. She leaned against the counter and sighed to herself, she went to open her mouth to move on but it seemed like Milo and Holden still had more to say to each other. She looked down at her feet in thought, clearly this approach wasn't going to work and perhaps by the time she could suggest anything, one would have punched out the other.

Though, Jena seemed to have spoken up, which surprised her. She smiled and him thankfully and then looked away and waved her hand dismissively, "Oh god no, don't apologize to me... You two have some serious beef." She said and then lifted herself to sit on top of the counter. "I think we need to sort this out one at a time, otherwise... I don't want someone's blood on my floor." She sighed, twisting her body a bit. "Milo, why don't you go first? What's your perception on Holden. Why don't you like him?" She asked expectantly.

[м o e]

Milo Scott
The way he had upset Jena set him on edge more than anything else. He didn't know why, but his temper no longer stayed under his minimal control. Ignoring Fallon's attempt to get him to talk, the Irishman rounded back to face Holden. He was not raised to talk through issues, he had been raised to punch through them and walk away.
He had this thought in his head and looked ready to throw the first punch as he grabbed the front of the man's shirt and yanked him up so they were face to face. "I will not be treated like a petulant child by you. You always think you're better than everyone else and I've right had enough of it!" His eyes bore into Holden's, daring him to throw the first hit.


Jena Ruita
All his bravado evaporated as Milo went to start a fight with Holden. He had tried, but it appeared his friend's instincts still had more control over him than rational thinking.
The small punk looked apologetically to Fallon, he was out of ideas and his hands were trembling with fear. He willed himself to keep it together and stepped back, towards the door. He didn't want to abandon his friends but he also felt like he may need to go grab help if this escalated any more. For the time he stayed put, if for nothing else than to keep an eye on Fallon. His protective side showing towards the girl.


{Sorry it's short, I've had a crazy month and still mentally catching up haha