𝘭𝘦𝘨𝘢𝘤𝘺 𝘰𝘧 𝘭𝘪𝘦𝘴— (o&a)

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new orleans. the big easy. where life slows down, people kick their feet back, and everybody just takes time to breathe. unfortunately, the same cannot be said about this group of young people. they’ve been friends, or at least acquaintances, for their entire lives. kindergarten till highschool. though some moved away, they’re back now. one by one, their group has been getting smaller as friends keep dying. first it was Harvest Moore, the conspiracy theorist of the bunch. then it was Cam Delore, and most recently Ophelia Parker. Ophelia was the glue that held the group together, and everybody came back into town for her funeral. the deaths seem normal enough, a car accident, a robbery gone wrong, a drowning. but when they come together, the group feels spooked in a way that they’ve never been before, like the breaths that they’re taking may be their very last. what’s more, each dead friend was revealed to have had secrets that threaten to split the group up. lies that they told, secrets that they kept, truths that should’ve been revealed long ago. that’s all they left- confusion and a legacy of lies.

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ONE all of the site’s rules TWO real faceclaims only, please let them be diverse. THREE i don’t expect an essay, but please post at least two paragraphs. FOUR pm reservation, they last 24 hours. FIVE please post at least twice a week, i know that these are difficult times, so don’t be afraid to reach out. SIX only one character each for now. SEVEN romance and drama are encouraged, just run major plots by me first. EIGHT discord is mandatory as we will discuss important information. NINE this is meant for fun, especially in these uncharted times, so let’s please be nice and kind <3

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the cook— yeshuasbaby
grew up with less money than the others on a bad side of town. their grandmother taught them how to cook, and they dreamed of becomint a world renowned chef. however, their grandmother got sick, and they can’t leave new orleans because they need to take care of her. so, they own a small little cafe that doesn’t get much business, but they’re always whipping up new recipes and dreaming for the future.

the football player— doc
everybody knew that they had remarkable, unmatched talent. they were recruited to a division one university, won the national championship their freshmen year, and are expected to be drafted round one in the nfl. but recently a news article leaked that describes a terrible event from their past and threatens to ruin their entire career.

the dropout— smofir.
they grew up extremely impoverished, but didn’t let their friends know how bad things were. they were extremely smart, and were given a massive scholarship to medical school. they wanted to make enough money to save their family. however, somebody sent a video to the medical school of them partying and making reckless decisions one night. their scholarship was dropped, and they dropped out of high school just before graduation.

the basket case— atlanta
they were always the fun one, and always had the hottest party. however, they had multiple breakdowns before they left and moved to los angeles. they tried to distance themselves from new orleans and the people in it, but when they were in town one night they blacked out and don’t remember what happened. they’re still trying to fill in the gap.

the trust fund baby— kieranwilcox
their parents were famous music producers until they both passed away in a helicopter crash when they were a teenager. none of the friends really knew how to make it better, so they moved to new york soon after it happened. they miss their home and the people there, but just didn’t know how to come back and face the place that they lived with their parents.

the sweetheart— ethium
they were the homecoming queen, and everybody loved them. but they got into a toxic relationship that tarnished everything they had built for themselves. it took a long time for them to leave the toxic partner, and bounced around all over the country. they still aren’t the same, and coming back to new orleans is hard for them.

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setting is new orleans in the springtime. everybody is back in town, and are making plans to meet up.

the secrets and lies
harvest moore— harvest sent the video of the football player in defense of the cook after the two had a bad breakup. the cook knows about this. she also knew that the basket case sent the video of the dropout after the two had a falling out.

cam delore— cam was in the relationship with the sweetheart, and he also knew what happens with the basket case when they blacked out one night. the cook was also there and knows what happened.

ophelia parker— ophelia was in a relationship with the basket case, but was cheating with the dropout. she also convinced the friends to ice the trust fund baby out when their parents died, claiming that they thought that they were better than the rest of the friends since they were rich.

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a splitting pain ricocheted through armani’s head. leaning over the sink, she spit the toothpaste out of her mouth and groaned, putting her toothbrush inside the little stand on the hotel counter. with two fingers she massaged her temples, whispering curses under her breath. the previous night, after flying in from los angeles, she had celebrated her homecoming with a few too many drinks with all of her cousins. it was fun then, but definetly not the morning after. she put in her contacts and then pulled her hair into a lazy half updo, putting on just enough makeup to make her look somewhat alive. “pull it together, at least for the next week” she murmured to herself. it seemed that she couldn’t spend one week back at home without reverting back to her old ways. partying, regretting, crying, and then blacking out and waking up in some sort of mental facility. luckily, the latter hadn’t occurred yet, and she hoped that it wouldn’t.

los angeles had been kinder to armani than new orleans ever was. she was a completely new person there- way fewer breakdowns, friends who she was an actual decent human being to, and a career that she loved. the last time that she talked to her mom, she had been told that a silly girl like her could never be a successful model, especially not in a city as big as los angeles. and now armani was doing better than her mother ever did, and staying in a hotel because the two hadn’t spoken in years. another relationship that armani had ruined, she was beginning to question if she should keep a list. at the top would be ophelia parker.

looking into the mirror at herself, armani found herself finding it hard to breathe. stop it. you’re fine. get over yourself. whenever she thought about ophelia, the found herself on the edge of an episode. though the two didn’t end on great terms, lia had been armani’s first love. first female girlfriend. the girl who encouraged her to come out to her devout christian mother. sometimes she’d close her eyes and just imagine what lia must have experienced in the moments before her death. perhaps the worst part was the irony of it all. ophelia parker, star athletic swimmer, drowning. drowning. sometimes the bizarre nature of things made armani want to laugh. but something told her that she wouldn’t be laughing at all today. no, today she would have to face her high school friends. some of them she was on good terms with, some not so much.

armani didn’t really know why she sent the video of ollie to the university in the first place. ophelia had cheated on her with ollie, but it was just stupid high school drama. she ruined ollie’s entire future over a ten month relationship. when she sent the video and saw what happened to ollie, she finally came to terms with her issues. she never apologized, instead she just left and moved west. this was the first time that she’d see him.

the petite woman pulled on a form fitting two piece romper, then laced her gucci sneakers onto her feet. one thing that her mother taught her when she was little- dress the way you want people to see you. and armani was nothing less than a rodeo drive barbie doll. she put her sunglasses on and then grabbed her birkin bag before walking out of the hotel room.

as soon as she stepped outside of the hotel, she scrunched her nose. one thing that she didn’t miss about new orleans was the stench of the french quarter. that, and the “historic” horse and buggy tours that left literal horse crap all over the streets. delaney’s cafe wasn’t too far from her hotel, and she could use a walk through the city. as she walked with her arms crossed and sweat clinging to the back of her neck, she found herself smiling. young kids played drums on the street with old paint cans, magicians attempted to attract tourists, palm readers smiled kindly as she passed their tables. it was hard not to miss home on good days like this.

when armani saw delaney’s cafe, the smile on her face vanished. inside would be the very people that she was the most awful to. here we go... don’t screw this up even more. still quite visibly hung over and already regretting ever getting out of bed, armani opened the door to the cafe and looked around for the others.

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He was still asleep in his king sized bed as the sun came in through his window. He always liked to sleep with the window open, especially since they were in an apartment so high up from the traffic below. Not that it bothered him, it mainly bothered his mother. Jameson was still living with his mother since high school. After his parents got divorced and split up, his father moved back home to Michigan. That's where he passed away due to a heart attack. The old man was bound to die anyways, he had been through so much and was getting weaker and weaker by the day. Even though Judge saw his father as a immortal being, over the years it had lessened. He matured, and he saw how his father's ideas and opinions were immorally wrong and sometimes downright disgusting.
But it had been years since his passing, and Jameson lived peacefully in his mother's apartment. At some point he'd have to wake up. Alarms never worked for him, unless they had a vibration setting. Which was what he had on at the moment. His phone was tucked under his pillow and he snored away while cuddling one of his other pillows. He didn't feel the vibrating alarm until a little later when he rolled over and got hit in the face by a beam of sunlight. And thus, his morning begun. A little later than the others, but it was going regardless.
He got up and did his usual routine, showering, getting dressed, going into the kitchen to get some breakfast. However he had to pause on the breakfast, looking at the time. At some point he'd have to go to Delaney's cafe to meet with the others. Just thinking about seeing everyone again put a pit in his stomach. But then again Delaney made really good food and maybe if he got there early enough he could eat without an audience.
Everyone was gathering together because of the funeral. The funeral of Ophelia. He knew her as a friend. They both shared an interest in sports, and they both were in relationships at the time. However finding out that she had died due to drowning was a horrible revelation. It made him wonder and think that if a swimmer could die from drowning.. that he could die from running? Or tackling? Concussions were frequent in football. Sometimes limbs were sprained or broken. It was all a very chilling idea. The last thing he wanted was to die doing something he loved. He would have to leave behind so many people.. So many close friends and relatives were dying lately. Maybe it was just that time of year.
He had to get his mind out of the clouds. He was already making himself sad just thinking about it. He huffed and tied his sneakers, knowing better than to start his day with something rather awful.
So he said goodbye to his mother who was busy cleaning up after her adult son and headed out. He wore a very simple getup, a tight grey shirt with jeans and sneakers. His hair was nicely combed and he looked clean shaven. He had a skip in his step as he headed down the street with a wallet in one pocket and a phone in the other. He brightened and realized he had yet to text Delaney good morning. Ever since they got back together after the Harvest incident he had been doing his best to be a very good boyfriend. He pulled his phone out and slowed his walk to lean over his device and text Delaney. He didn't know if she was working or not so hopefully the text reached her before he got to the store
'Good Morning, lovely! <3 OMW to the cafe. I'm as hungry as a horse!'
He pressed send and continued to walk, slipping the phone back into his pocket. He loved seeing all the people on his walk. New Orleans was certainly a bright and lively place to live. Watching the children laugh and run around the sidewalks and the performers just beating away at drums, it was a warm and homey feeling city.
Soon enough he made it to the cafe. He went straight to the counter and leaned on it, looking back and forth for his better half. His stomach growled hungrily and he decided to wait a bit, picking up a menu to see if there was anything filling he could find.
He had yet to notice that Armani Brown had walked into the cafe behind him, just a few feet away. The two were on awkward terms. And since so far, they were the only two in the cafe, things were going to be even more awkward.

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Delaney had been at the cafe all morning. The cafe was where she spent most of her workday and her free time.
After all, she had poured all of her money, energy, and passion into the crummy little place. Her grandparents had
started a fund on the day they won her custody in court. They put fifty dollars a month into an account every month,
for seventeen years. They gave the money to her as a graduation gift. With the money, Delaney was able to purchase
the building. The building was on a foreclosure list, it was an old downstairs apartment. The building was originally
dilapidated, mouldy, and needed a lot of work, but Delaney worked every day as a line cook at a neighbouring restaurant
until she saved up the funds to renovate the place on her own, with the help of two over her uncles. The walls had been
restored to their original brick, the floor to its original hardwood oak. She kept the original bar, and her favourite feature,
the beautiful copper ceiling. It loomed twelve feet above their heads, reflecting the morning sunlight in bronze beams
down on them.

Stuck in her thoughts, Delaney unlocked the doors for two of her employees. She had four, five including herself. They
were all high school kids, kids she knew came from not so well-off families, and could use some form of financial stability
in their lives. They worked for her for a modest wage and frankly loved the little cafe. They made decent business, not
the booming franchise Delaney dreamed of, but she understood that for a business to run, it needed to first crawl. She
grabbed her black corduroy apron off of the hook by the kitchen door, folding it in half and tying it around her waist to
protect her clothes. She wore a pair of black jean capris, a black lace-trimmed cropped tank, and her favourite mustard-
yellow Tommy Hilfiger windbreaker. She glanced down at her phone which sat on the black marble bar countertop, a
message popped up on her screen, bringing a gentle smile to her lips. 'Good Morning, lovely! <3 OMW to the cafe. I'm as
hungry as a horse!' it said, sent from the contact named "Mon Cheri," meaning 'my dear' in French. "Good morning! <3 I
can fix that :3 See you in a bit." She replied before skipping off into the kitchen.

Ten minutes later she came out of the kitchen, in her frail little hands was a breakfast plate. She had filled the plate
with two eggs, some bacon, and three golden waffles topped with strawberries and bananas. "Oh hi!" she said with child-
like excitement. "I didn't know what you wanted, so I thought I'd just surprise you." She placed the plate on the counter
in front of him. "Can I get you something to drink?" She asked, accidentally slipping into her customer-service voice. Her
eyes bounced off of him, to look over his shoulder as Armani approached the door.

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it was completely dark inside the hotel room, a buzzing sound woke the brunette. nina stretched out her arms, forgetting about everything for a few seconds. there was a few seconds when she woke up where everything was okay. nina grabbed her phone from the bedside table and turned the alarm up. the brightness of her phone was too much for her and she tossed it to the side. nina dropped her head back on the firm pillow, she was extremely tired but, she had things to do today. she jumped out of her bed and walked over to the other side of the room to open the curtains. light swept into the room and the sun was already up in the air, it was a nice day out.

nina ran her hands through her dark brown hair, she still couldn’t believe that she was back in her home town, the one she grew up in. being here brought back a lot of memories, of her friends, high school and her parents. although her parents passed away a couple of years ago, it was like she was reliving it all. when the woman moved to New York, she started a new life for herself. since her friends turned their back on her, she made a new family back in manhattan. she had new friends, and a new job taking over her parent’s company as a music producer. she loved her life in New York, she was somewhat of a socialite.

meeting up her friends gave nina anxiety, she knew it was going to incredibly awkward, and nina was contemplating even going. the death of ophelia parker didn’t affect her and nina almost felt guilty. nina and ophelia were close in the past, that was until she basically ruined her life. her so-called friend spread a false rumor, causing her friend to our her when she needed them most. that year was the worst year of her life, but things changed. she’s only kept in contact with ollie and rae, but the other ones were pretty much strangers now.

after looking out the window and into the busy streets of New Orleans, she decided to finally get ready. nina was known for overpacking, she brought way too much clothes for the trip. the brunette stumbled across her massive suitcase and threw clothes to the side. she didn't know what to wear, if she were to go with her typical new york style she would be hot as hell since new orleans has a hotter climate. nina decided on some straight leg mom jeans and a black off the shoulder top. after complete long her morning routine, she put the outfit on and went to the mirror. she looked at her reflection, “you’ll be fine.” nina whispered to herself, when she realized that she probably looked stupid, she shook her head. did i really just say that? nina thought you herself, before grabbing a brush and getting the morning tangles out.

the brunette had just finished putting on some light makeup and parting her hair to the side, nina was finally ready. she felt extremely nervous, the woman sat back down on her bed. nina felt sick, she still couldn’t believe she was meeting up with her old friends and because of the death of ophelia. she was the glue that held the group together, which made it so easy for the group to turn their backs on her. nina shook away the negative thoughts, just the night before she read her horoscope, telling her that she was basically in her head too much. nina agreed completely, she took a deep breath, closing her eyes for a second. she grabbed her phone that she threw on her bed, the cafe was too far for her to walk so she decided to call an uber.

about twenty minutes passed when the uber finally came, it was an older Italian man. nina greeted him, and then pulled out her phone. she wasn’t very chatty when it came to uber drivers. the woman took her phone out of her pocket and texted ollie, ‘you better be up loser, i’m on my way.” nina turned her head to face the windows, as the car drive past she saw all of the different street performers. she smiled to herself, she loved living in new orleans. if things were different, she might have stayed.

soon enough, nina arrived at the cafe. she looked at the familiar building, her heart was beating out of her chest. nina was nervous, she contemplated even getting out of the uber. after taking a deep breath, she left the uber. “thank you.” she said kindly, as she left the car. she could see inside the cafe though the glass windows, she could see people inside. as she got closer to the cafe, she could see her old friends. nina bit the inside of her cheek, she was really going to meet with them after all these years. they were all going to the cafe, like she was seventeen again.

a few seconds of awkward staring, nina walked inside the cafe. she heard the bells ring as she walked through the door. she already spotted three of her old friends, armani, judge, and delaney of course. nina secretly wished she saw ollie or rae, she felt more comfortable being around them right now. the brunette put a strand of hair behind her ear and walked to the table her friends were sitting at. she felt extremely awkward and nervous, judge had a huge plate of food in front of him. she sat down, a small smile on her face, she saw delaney as well. “hey guys.” nina said greeting her old friends, she signed as well, facing judge. she was rusty on the sign language but she knew the basics. nina was doing her best to stay positive and open minded toward her friends.

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The plan was simple, meet with her old highschool friends, tie up any loose ends, attend ophelia's funeral, leave before you make matters worse. Rae thought she might be sick, her gaze flicking to the oval window to her right where the landscape of New Orleans was slowly coming into view. The seatbelt light came on and she exhaled, fingers shaking as she buckled hers. The plane landed, and she exited the craft, her carry-on swung over her shoulder. It took her little time to approach the baggage claim and secure her luggage. Finally, exiting the airport she inhaled deeply and sighed. The humidity in the air caused her discomfort, and she frowned slightly as she adjusted her carry-on before looking for signs to direct her towards the car rentals. If there was one thing she didn't miss about Orleans, the humidity was definitely it. Finally she strode towards her rental vehicle, a black Honda Accord. Renata ran her fingers over the hood and turned towards the rental agent with a terse nod. They smiled in response, wishing her luck on her “vacation”. She gave them a single-handed wave in response and then used the keys to unlock the vehicle.

She recognized the dangers of flying in the day she needed to be somewhere, but hadn’t had been able to catch any flights sooner. Now she had settled for a lack of a hotel, likely she would be sleeping in the car. Not that anyone needed to know. She’d kill for something designer. When she had been her momma’s high school girl and hadn’t had been disowned prior to moving across the country with her abusive ex. That was a big reason for her not staying with her parents, despite her efforts in proving that she was getting better. She had shattered their trust, and Rae couldn’t bring herself to pester her mother and father anymore. She was a big girl. She knew how to take care of herself, if that meant giving up the lavish life she desired then so be it. At least she wasn’t a bruised drunkard living in a small apartment in the darker parts of Chicago. She shuttered thinking of her former life. It felt so surreal that at this time little more than a couple years ago she couldn’t see life without alcohol or her ex. Now she lived without both, and despite her initial resistance she was determined to prove her ex wrong. No. She didn’t need him, and she would never need anyone again. Rea has made a point to emphasize that she didn’t need anyone except for herself. Becoming dependent on someone again, like she had with her ex, was just another way to get into a load of trouble.

Her gaze skimmed the bustling life as she drove through the streets of her hometown. One thing was for certain, things in New Orleans never got old. The vibrancy of the world around her would never fail to astound her. The sights, sounds and even smells were just unique. To the point that she could recognize them as uniquely New Orleans. There was just a recognizable atmosphere to the city that never got boring. Even if you lived there your entire life. It was almost comforting. Almost. Her stomach churned as she inputted directions to a local gas station in her phone. It didn’t take long for her to find it, as she recognized it from all of the times she had come here with her siblings. Eager to secure a bar of ice cream for themselves on the rare occasion they were allowed treats. As she pulled into the parking lot the memories of this place felt so vivid she might tear up. And Rae wasn’t exactly considered an emotional individual. When she finally got out of her vehicle she entered the store, meandering before making her way to the refrigerators at the back. Her gaze immediately latching onto the energy drinks. God save her. She shrugged and pulled a monster from one of the rows, clutching it in her palm she let her gaze take over the rest of the isles before deciding to just leave. She approached the counter and paid, opening the top of the can with a satisfying pop. She took a swig, and then set it in her cup holder as she clambered back into her rental vehicle. It was now time to go face her so-called friends. In truth she had kept in touch with only a couple. Primarily Armani, but she would never consider herself close to any of them. Too much had gone on, too many things they didn’t know. She was here for Ophelia, and for the respect that she deserved.

Finally, with shaky hands she put in the directions to Delaney’s diner. There would be no running from her past anymore. She had made it into town without a hitch, and would leave just as promptly once she had tied up her loose ends. If she failed to make ends meet then so be it, she didn’t have to come back here. Quickly renata took a mental note to locate a place where she could box in peace. As she figured once this was all over she’d need a way to vent out all of this pent up emotion. She then started the car, and proceeded to follow the directions until the sight of the small indie-diner came into view. It was quaint, cute even. She pulled into a parking space, and took a moment to run her hands over her face. Game time. With that, she pulled the open monster from the cup holder and took another sip, strolling into the diner with it in-hand. Her gaze scanned the small space. Taking note of exits, the individuals and the lighting. Anything to distract her from engaging in conversation. Suddenly she was acutely aware of how much she had changed since high school, her whole demeanor had. She was no longer as care-free and airy as she had originally been, nor was she as open and enthusiastic. She no longer wore bright colors, preferring the comfort and security of black. Her original, expensive taste in clothing had dwindled down to a basic t-shirt and jeans most of the time. As that was what she could afford with her minimum wage job. The only reason she could even come was because she had chosen to save up for emergencies after the news of cam’s death. She noted that most of her prior friends were already here, excluding only a couple.

Rea decided to lean against the far wall and watch the others, taking favor to observation instead of waltzing up and introducing herself. Her gaze falling on Armani, who was also already here. Acknowledgement for what she was going through rattled rea, Armani had been close with Ophelia, even if things hadn’t had worked out. Renata didn’t want to rush into anything, especially with the tension that was slowly rising through the tiny diner, so she remained on the far wall. Simply watching, as she always did. Occasionally taking sips of the monster in her left hand.


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it was the night before the meet up. the day was supposed to be planned in a simple manner. oliver knew that, he was very much aware of what was about to happen. the big question was, however, was the dude ready? and an uncomplicated answer to that would be: hell no. oliver was no damn near ready. in fact, to make matters worse, oliver booked his hotel a month prior to the scheduled meet up --- which was a terrible mistake, on his part. what ended up happening was that oliver procrastinated entirely, and he basically forgot the whole meet up ever existed. he spent countless days exploring the beautiful city of new orleans... wanting to forget why he was there in the first place. unfortunately, it was very difficult to attempt to vanish the very memories that glued to the very city. this is where oliver's roots originated. this is where he belonged...

until the deaths. the friend group that was once as tight as an adorable bundle of ducklings following their mother, completely fell apart. oliver absolutely despised being reminded of this very place. but he couldn't help taking a tour around himself! he has spent many hours reminiscing the times his mother and father were still together. unfortunately, oliver may have left new orleans in order to refresh his life and start over --- but, undoubtedly, left the great memories behind. the days where he worked at the poorly managed movie theater, yet it still felt like home. he remembers witnessing many first dates, family gathering together, and even breakups at his old workplace. oliver had his whole future laid out for home like the gorgeous red carpet at the oscars in all its glory. now, he can only dream of making his mother proud after the horrible video was released to the public.

however, oliver now refuses to remember all the washed up memories that attempt to haunt him like a cloud over the horizon --- covering the sun's beam, not giving it a chance to radiate its beams. oliver understands that he must move on in order to go forward with his life. after receiving an email that his entry to his dream medical school has been suspended, oliver figured that is life had ways to disappoint people in the most meaningless ways. this was supposed to happen. oliver is not as religious as many people in his family, but he still believes in fate --- and that this was just a challenging bump on his victorious journey ahead, and he will certainly get through it. because if he does not... who will? his disappointed mother who refuses to talk to him after what the incident? no, oliver is confident that he must continue his own legacy, because nobody else will do it for him.

oliver stared at his ceiling in frustration. suddenly, he glanced over to his left at the hotel's clock which was placed neatly on the nightstand which read out: 3:26am. oliver cursed under his breath, there's absolutely no way that i have been thinking about my screwed up life moments for this long... am i going insane? nope, that can't be possible, because i already am insane. god... i can't do this... oliver thought with annoyance, as he got up abruptly from the comfort of the hotel bed and ruffled his curly head. he let out a loud sigh, as he began to feel the atmosphere close in on him... the tension in the air... oliver believed the amount of overthinking he has done caused the air surrounding him to get so dense, it could be cut with a sharp knife. he was in his grey sweatpants and loose navy blue shirt, but the temperature was warm enough for oliver to get naked at this point.

oliver walked towards the windows, blinking a few times to clear his thoughts until he finally decided to open the curtains. he gasped in shock --- as if he hasn't been living in this hotel already for a month --- and the tremendous view. the lovely buildings, streetlights, and skyscrapers which glowed within the dark atmosphere of the city. oliver's hazel eyes gleamed with curiosity, wishing that the organized meet up was during the night instead of the day. "it would definitely be more delightful than the possibility of being crapped on by a bird during the lunch hour." oliver whispered to himself, before letting out a small chuckle. this entire time he had the television on with the news channel, barely hearing the murmurs of the two hosts... it was the white noise oliver needed before going to sleep. however, with new orleans as his view, he felt at peace.

very at peace...

"excuse me, sir! room service!" a loud thumping sound could be heard against oliver's door. "unfortunately, i don't have all day! please, sir!" the lady began to yell profusely, becoming more impatient each second. oliver gradually began to open his eyes, yet his vision was still blurry... he observed his surroundings. however, was scared him the most was the fact that his bed was not as comfortable as it was supposed to be, as he remembers it to be quite different than what he is feeling right now. stunned, as he begins to think he was somehow kidnapped, oliver jumped up quickly and hit his foot against one of the counters beside him. "jesus christ!" he wailed in excruciating pain, and the lady outside his door stopped asking him to enter as she was starting to become concerned after he heard his scream. "are you okay, sir? do you want me to call 911?" she spoke gently, and by hearing those words oliver's eyes widened as he ran to his door. "w-what? NO! i'm fine.. i'm absolutely fantastic. i, uh... didn't ask for room service. my place is totally great, thank you." he rushed his words frantically, knowing that his room was a hot mess.

"but, sir, i come in every day?" she spoke in a confused tone, and before oliver could find the words to respond with, he quickly glanced at the time and almost shouted in surprise, as it read: 12:48pm. he was running late to the meet up by 30 minutes, and finally his panic mode set in. without talking to the lady once more, he began to strip quickly and put on a fresh new t-shirt with blue stripes with a denim jacket and ripped jeans. he grabbed his sunglasses, and his phone which refused to wake him up in time, and stared at the text nina sent which told him to get his lazy ass up. oh, how he wish he could apologize to nina right about now. or at least scream the loudest as he can possibly can in this godforsaken hotel. oliver looked through his door's peephole, discovering that the lady was no longer there and quickly made a run for it.

oliver was going to be fashionably late whether his friends liked it or not.

at least it ain't the funeral... his terrible mind thought, smirking as he finally entered the cafe --- definitely sweating and panting hard as ever though. he finally found his peace of mind, and glanced at all his old classmates as they must have been wondering why he was there so late looking like... that. oliver let out a heavy sigh.

"okay, i know the timing is way off. ju-just don't ask. i'm here now, right? now the party can really begin." he spoke hesitantly, attempting at dry humour... even though he acknowledged the fact that it wasn't working. oliver sat at one of the counters, wanting to be back in the comfort of his bed at the hotel. although, seeing nina here brightened his mood a little, as he smiled at her.