-Forever Young- [Chels.Lainey.Anna.Nik.Nicola]

[Anne Lévesque]

The way to getting back to her hotel room was an adventure in itself. You see, after Anne left Riley unexpectedly at the couch, she marched through the crowds of people to the entrance. And when you say she 'marched' out of the club, she really did. Because when Anne had a mission, she fulfilled it. No one could stand in the way of a dark brunette with a thousand dollar dress and heels that could cut stones with a simple glance. And you could totally read her face. Her emotions however were unreadable, even to her. She was drunk, yes, but when she was drunk she had two stages. One; totally tipsy and sitting on stranger's laps, which she had already done. And then there was two; the thoughtful one, the regretful one, the kind of drunk mood that many depressed people possessed. Anne wasn't depressed, she was just confused.

As Anne stood in the elevator, she looked at the people whom were with her. She needed advice. Something. The people inside had dark skin, red eyes from probably smoking a bit too much and bright colored clothes. It was a couple. A young one. Anne bit her lip, standing in the elevator in an antsy manner, pacing back and forth as the two of them watched her; probably as high as clouds as of now. Anne glanced at them and furrowed her eyebrows. She had no one else to talk to, maybe she could vent to these strangers. Everything would probably fly over their head anyways. Nah, talking to the elevator mirror was a safer bet. She looked in the mirror and smirked, then started cracking up at her image. In the blurry mirror and her drunk eyesight, it looked as though she was dancing in the reflection.

"I'm going to do this.. I'll do it." She said over and over again, then looked at the couple, whom were raising their eyebrows at her. "Oh don't mind meeee..." Anne slurred, giggling again as she leaned against the elegant elevator wall. "I'm just, you know preparing for.. oh wow, I love you top.." Anne said, getting sidetracked as she looked at the girls shirt, which was actually quite ugly, but hell, right now she couldn't tell the difference. "Byeee! Nice meeting you lovely people!" Anne giggled, as she skipped out of the elevator once she got to their floor and tripped on the floor. She crawled on the carpet a little, trying to remember what room she had seen Oscar go into earlier. She knocked on a couple doors, still crawling on the floor. No answer. Then, finally she got to a door and asked 'where Lyon was'. They confusedly pointed her to the direction.

Anne finally stumbled to her feet, seeing that Oscar hadn't shut his door. No one was now a day. She leaned against the wall, then pushed the door open. She took a very deep breath. What if she caught him making out with Haley? Or another girl? No - not another girl. If anything, Haley Summers. Anne ran in to find Oscar walking over to the window. He may have looked like another lanky, tall guy to some girl, but this was the dork, the curly haired boy that was driving Anne crazy. She could have any guy she wanted, and now she just wanted Lyon. She knew she wasn't having these thoughts out of drunkenness. She did like Oscar. But maybe it was the alcohol giving her the courage to do what she was about to do next. Because what she did was grab his shoulder and turn him around, pulling him into a long kiss. She stopped, pulled away and stood there.

"I like Oscar Lyon. I like youu..." She slurred a bit as she tried to get her words out. The words she had been denying for weeks, but now came to a reality. It was all true. "Oscar Lyon." Anne said meaningfully, never feeling so out of control as she did now. Hah, and she wasn't even on drugs tonight either.

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[Riley Turner]

Confidence and adrenaline were two of the most dangerous drugs, Riley would think. Well, make that the most dangerous legal drugs. One may not think that, and only if you had the type of logics and mindset of Riley, would one think this. But, combinding the two was sheer exhilaration, and you might do something you could regret in just the heat of the moment. But, they kissed, softly, maybe it was because he was a teacher, and he was a student, and that's why it felt on the down-low, shy, but yet exciting kisses.

She laughed when he asked about the whole boyfriend thing. Just before he was about to continue what they started, she got up off his lap and looked slightly confused. "Sorry, be right back. I.. I have to do something." He just sat there, "Oh, ok," he said. Wondering if something came up, but already knew something had. He sat there are she basically ran out of the lounge. Only a mere five minutes of just sitting there did Jason and Daphne return looking a little bit pleased, pissed, and half-satisfied. He was about to mutter something about Anne leaving but going to be back shorty. But was it really going to be shortly? It didn't look like something that would be a 'I have to go to the bathroom' it looked like she was going to find someone. "We're being kicked out by ugly hags. Be careful to cover up that hickey before we get to our floor." He touched his neck with his hand wondering if Jason was telling the truth. "You know, I don't even want to know why you two were kicked out," he smirked as he noticed red marks on Daphne's neck too. He didn't want to just sit there waiting for the return of Anne (if she ever was coming back) so he followed both Anne and Jason out of the club.

So now Riley (being hardly drunk) and the two kids next to him (being very drunk) stood outside the club and Jason already started making plans. Riley just laughed, "I think I'll pass. You can have my turn." The three made their way back up to the hotel room, and Riley was asking himself the question of why he just didn't go back to his room, seeing as his night was over, though everyone elses' was just beginning. He followed Jason and Daphne (but mostly just Jason.) The door seemed to be opened and he entered to see Jason and Daphne going on 'round three', whatever that was, and frankly he didn't want to know. "I'm just going...to go...to the bathroom..." he seem to lower his voice at everyword, seeing as the two probably didn't care, or even listening to him.

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[Daphne Hayes]

Riley seemed to join them, seeing as Anne left in a hurry. She wondered why, since Anne was so, 'Riley, Riley, Riley ' and now she deserted him for a reason unknown. Daphne would get the details later, since they were bound to run into each other, they afterall were in the same room. She frowned a little when Jason mentioned about Riley getting it with her. Hey...I am not a toyyy, she slurred, whined, and laughed all at the same time as they started to walk back to the hotel room. Damn, her heels were killing her so she took a moment to remove them and continue to walk, no barefoot with her shoes dangling in her hand which also held her purse.

The elevator ride was more silent than she thought it would be. The golden walls had a reflection to them and Daphne actually got to see what she looked like since she last looked in the mirror at in the bathroom. Her hair looked a little matted than its soft curl perfection as it use to be. Her clear gloss was long smeared off, probably rubbed off all over Jason. Her dress even seemed limp, and so unlike its firm hold on her curves. But, before she could even inspect herself anymore, the elevator opened and she was swooped up over Jason’s shoulder and he tore off down the hall. She laughed hysterically as the carpet rushed fast by. If she would guess her dress was probably flying up, giving people passing by their jollies for the evening.

Even though she was upside down she started to open her purse, ready to fish out the key, but it seemed like the door was open. Great, for all they knew there was a murderer hiding in the sheets of the huge beds. She dropped her shoes and purse randomly on the floor, hoping it would be remotely near her stuff. She laughed as she landed on the bed, her dress riding past her hips before Jason joined her, or more of on top of her. “Oh, round three is my favorite number,” she said through giggles, and wasted no time continuing where they had left off. Sure, the mood had been ruined when the old haggard woman interrupted them, but it wasn’t hard to re-find it, especially when someone like Jason was as aggressive as he was with her, and she was admit it: she enjoyed it.

Daphne could almost hear Riley mumble something and she took a peak to see him going into the bathroom. She had no idea how long Jason and her were in the closet before they were caught, and she wondered how long someone would catch them now. It felt ten times better being pressed up against a soft, big, and deep bed, than a hard, hot, and cramped door. She ran her hands up his back and up through his hair, loving the feeling of how everything felt between the two.

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[Oscar Lyon]

Oscar looked up at the cream ceiling for a long time before he decided to go check out the huge window, which he could see neon lights filtering through the blinds, and perhaps the strip would change his mind about not packing his bags now and leaving. He flicked the blinds open and pulled them away from the window, revealing the city lights. He heard the door swing farther open and perhaps one of his roommates would bring him out of his boredom and despair. “Dude, I am so over Vegas,” he said with his hands in his pockets just looking at all the lights and buildings.

Someone touched his shoulder and twirled him around. He had no reflexes at all in his life, so when he felt someone kissing him he tried to adjust his eyes to see who had him in a lip-lock. It was Anne. Her kiss was long, and her breath smelt like one too many alcoholic drinks. But, before he could pull away, she did. Oscar knew this wasn’t their first kiss. Their first kiss also involved beer...lots of beer, and a dorm bed. But, for some reason, that felt like a first kiss. Oscar could look past the drunken Anne and could tell she meant it. Wait a second, meant to kiss him? He must be high.

I like Oscar Lyon. I like youu...

He widened his eyes as Anne confessed what Oscar himself always wanted Anne to say. But that was then. Then. Oscar had to remember that before he just declared his unfortunate luck with women. He was silent for a moment. Speechless was more of the right term. “Um..wait, what?” he asked, wondering if he actually heard right. “Anne...I can’t do this...” he said not quite sure what he was doing. If she would have said this a while ago. “Not now. Maybe, maybe if you would have said that in another situation. Off the top of my head, at the Halloween party, or maybe at Homecoming, the office, we can easily trace our encounters all the way back to the library,” Oscar said gesturing with his hands, at all the situations her confession would have been handy. “But, now? Now you tell me this? After my ego, or lack thereof, has been rejected and made fun of, by you, other girls, even guys.”

He stood there not knowing what else to say. Honestly, he could not know exactly why he was rejecting her. Months of chasing her, he was know rejecting her. “I’m sorry Anne. I can’t deal with Haley, you, or even this at all. Not now,” he said looking at Anne, as much as he knew he must be hurting her, possibly even confusing her. "I'm sorry," he said again, not knowing what to say.

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[Anne Lévesque]

A perfect scenario was something like this; Anne would confess her feelings, he'd admit his and everything would be perfect, right? Save for the fact that her reputation would plummet if she started dating Lyon, or even seeing him, but at the moment, when she said those drunken words, they didn't matter. His first words were supposed to be ; 'oh i love you too', slurred or not. But no. They weren't. Anne was taken aback for a moment as she tried to process what he had said. 'wait, what?'. Is that a good thing? Anne asked herself as she looked at him, biting her lip. And then, the next sentence she really didn't want to hear from Oscar, not now. Why can't he do this? Didn't he like me? At all? Is he with fucking Haley now? I need a drink. Go damn no bartender in the room.. Her over extended thoughts on drinks were intermingling with her emotions.

Anne was being rejected. By Oscar Lyon. Anne didn't know what to say, because everything he had said was completely true. She couldn't deny it. But in all honesty, she didn't realize these feelings until the Homecoming kiss back in September, and now as it was reaching late November, she was already sure of it, despite the 'Illusion', that it was a real feeling. She nodded as she looked at the floor and held onto the dresser to make sure she wouldn't fall. She felt dizzy and light headed, not knowing how this could of happened. So what? Of course she wasn't going to say off the bat that she liked him, because she didn't even have the nerve to thank him either. It did feel good, however, that it was hard for him to get the words out. That must've meant something, right? She swallowed, her throat feeling obscenely dry. She then looked up, trying to sound as strong as she could. She wouldn't let him see how she felt, not now.

"Thank you." Anne said quietly, and those two words had meant a lot. It meant for the time he had taken her to Homecoming, to the time when he saved her at the Halloween party. To now, when Anne officially realized how much of an idiot she was. You couldn't fit a dictionary with all the cuss words she was yelling at herself for thinking this was a good idea. She turned around slowly and walked out, slamming the door behind her. As she made her way down the hallway, everything seemed out of place. And blurry. Walls were moving, changing colors and people looked different. She tried to remember her room number and slowly found the door was already open. Oh yes, that was right, she forgot to close the door. The similarity of Lyon and Anne was another reminder of what had just happened. She'd been rejected. She couldn't even fathom it. She silently closed her hotel room door behind her and walked in to see her bathroom door closed. And Jason and her best friend making out on the bed. It didn't surprise her; she saw it coming.

Then one single tear fell. She would only let one fall, for stupid Lyon and her stupid head for even thinking that he would accept it, or even take into account that she really meant it. She dropped her purse and grabbed Jason by the collar. She dragged him off of Daphne and toward the door to the hotel room, and knocked on the bathroom door. Riley obviously had to be in there. Or someone she just didn't want in. Right now, she needed to talk to Daphne.

"Out. Now." Anne said to Jason and Riley, shutting the door behind her. Then, she slowly leaned against the hotel room door and slid to the floor, not crying, for as said before, she'd only let one tear out, but because of the feeling. She didn't like it. Fuck Vegas. It's stupid spontaneity, stupidity and drunken bliss. She curled up in a ball, rested her crossed arms on her knees and lay her head on her arms.

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[Jason Lévesque]

"You're not the only one.." Jason snickered mischievously as he lay on top of her and kissed her neck while holding her hips. This was much more comfortable. He heard some distant mumbling from Riley Turner, and a shutting of the bathroom door. Jason didn't want to know, because he liked to focus on the good things in life. This varied from drugs to spontaneity. At the current moment, it included the saucy brunette whose dress was riding up her hips and curls that seemed to fall like heaven sent perfection. How could he had never thought about doing this earlier?! Daphne Hayes, by far, was one of his most interesting women he'd ever hooked up with, which was a great compliment. Besides the one girl who could curl up into a ball and put her legs behind her head because of flexibility. But that was another story and he didn't need it until a later time. He looked at her, his brown hair ruffled for he had lost his hat at the club and started to unbutton his checkered shirt.

Then suddenly, he heard an opening of the door and thick heavy pumps thudding on the carpet. Jason knew that Turner was still in the bathroom, so who else was in here? Sounded like a prostitute. He turned around and saw it was his sister, looking not particularly like Ms. Party Girl of the Year. What was wrong with her? Where had she been? Jason worried about his sister all the time, but never showed it. He figured she could easily fend for herself, but he was always there to shove a hot poker up someone's ass who messed with her. If she asked. He never did nice things for people without a great deal of pleading and asking. Maybe a bribe in between. But then he heard her drop her very expensive purse on the floor, and a tear going down her cheek. Okay, someone had a depressing cocktail tonight. Jason thought to himself, figuring it was just some kind of drunk stage where you start crying about the little things in life. But then he was jerked off Daphne by the collar.

"What the fuck Anne.." Jason groaned, as he looked at his sister again. She wasn't high. Her breath still stung of very strong alcohol, but he knew that look on her face. She was angry. But then, from the tear, she must've been sad at the same time. He was quickly pushed out of the room, leaving his checkered shirt on the bed next to Daphne along with Riley Turner, which Anne forced out immediately. "What's your prob-" Jason couldn't finish his sentence, because his own sister then shut the door in his face. "Fucking bitch." Jason muttered to Riley. Maybe the night still wasn't over, even though he still could imagine Daphne on that bed at the very moment. Wow. He then raised his eyebrows at Riley. "Want to get a beer or something? Seeing as we're both fucked for the night." Jason said, groaning again as he adjusted the sleeve of his shirt.

[we don't have to roleplay them getting a beer or anything. we can just fade them two out and say they got friendlier by the next day & such. an interesting pair of friends haha]

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[Oscar Lyon]

She looked so...sad? Did Oscar grasp the right emotion? Never would he ever describe Anne as 'sad', she was just never one of those girls that would be sad...and of all, because of him. Whi did is arrogant personality come at the worst times? Anne, not only the source of his current dislike towards women, but the source of his feelings. Yes, he still liked Anne. But, what? He confesses that he does afterall the shit between then happened, he still wants her? Say he did say what he really wanted to, they go out, have an amazing time in Vegas, something that would be worth coming down here, but the time they get back to Valkyrie, he gets the same silent treatment from her? Did he even deserve that?

"Thank you."

Oscar looked up. Did she just say what he thought she did? A thank you? All he ever wanted from her in the first place? She started to turn and start to leave the room and Oscar started to walk towards her, keeping from himself to utter any word, or do anything that he wanted to do. But he stopped as she slammed the door, but he started walking towards the door, going through the path that still had her fragrance, mixed with some alcohol. He reached the door and opened it, but she was gone, and for some reason, he felt that she took a little of him with her.

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[Riley Turner]

As a true 'Turner' would, he seemed to stumble into the 'her' bathroom, which was filled with make-up, hair accessories, and unfinished wine. He kind of wondered what his brother was doing at the moment. He hoped he would be able to hang out with him, but the way he acted with Ashley on the bus, he wondered if it was going to be all about her for the entire vacation. Amazingly on the large counter, their was room for him to sit on it. It wasn't like he was going to sit on the toilet, or on the floor, (no matter how clean it looked.) Needless to say, Riley was tempted to just go into the other bathroom, but on the short few steps to the opposite door, he wasn't going to risk seeing how far Jason and Daphne were to taking their clothes off, so he was just going to occupy himself.

As, a child would, he started to kick his feet below them as they banged a bit on the cabinets below him. He took the flute of the wine, or champagne, (he never knew the difference, if there afterall was one,) he downed it in one slurp. He took a gander at all the make-up messily thrown over the counter, until he spotted a rather unusual tool. He picked it up to see it was a eyelash curler. He remembered once when he was younger his mom had one, and told him it made their eyelashes curled up. Hmm...it was tempting, but before he could turn around, Anne came storming into the bathroom, and he jumped, startled with being caught with a woman mkae-up accessory. It fell out of his hand and onto the floor. He was about to pick it up, but Anne looked pretty angry. So he just left it, as he and Jason were both shoved out of the room altogether. "Sure," he replied to Jason. After the night he had, he could use a beer.


[[Yeah, fading to black sounds good to me. xD Odd pair indeed.]]

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[Daphne Hayes]

She only giggled, which at the moment, was probably the most thing her voice said all night. Damn drinks, as much as she the effects of it, she just wanted more, and right now Jason was giving her that fix. He started to unbutton his shirt, which was about damn time. Jason was wearing layers that night. The only thing that was seperating Daphne's skin was a flimsy dress, while Jason on the other hand had not only the button-down, but also another shirt altogether. With the first layered stripped off, she slipped her hands underneath his shirt feeling his bare torso and back. She couldn't help but press herself into him as his hands remained at her hips.

But like the first time, at the beginning of the good part, the door opened and slammed shut. She knew it couldn’t be Riley. She saw Anne march over to them and Jason, yanked off her this time, and not the other way around. She only looked half sad. Fuck, they should have just found a place that was legal and somewhere where people they knew would interrupt them. But even with a goofy grin on her drunken face she could see Anne, and Anne didn’t look so good. The only other time Daphne could remember her looking like this was when they first got high in the school parking lot the previous year and even then, it didn’t look like this. Right as Anne opened the door to the bathroom to fish Riley out when her hand brushed something cotton. As much as it was a pain to advert her eyes to where it was, she saw it was Jason’s shirt. She pulled herself up to a sitting position, “Wait you forgot–whoaaa,” she couldn’t even finish her sentence as she brought a hand to her forehead, too much movement. She flopped back on the bed, his shirt still in her hand. She could just use this as another excuse to see him.

As she closed her eyes, begging the room to stop spinning, she thought of what tonight was. So, Jason and her relationship stepped up from just plain old acquaintances, to a much higher physical relationship. Maybe that would be all they ever were going to be. They weren’t much for the small talk, seeing as they spoke very little to each other until they found themselves in an employees only room getting to know each others’ mouths. But in some screwed over, fucked up mind of a drunken party-girl, she thought of Josh. “Aw, fuck no,” she mumbled, rubbing her eyes with her fingers. Why, why did everything somehow resort make to him? He caused so much of the drama for her this year already and after finishing (well hardly,) one of the most exhilarating hook-ups, all she could think about was Josh? Where was the logic in that?

The door slammed and she peaked out from underneath her hand, Anne slowly traveling down the door to a position of disappointment. Daphne half-wondered if Anne was remotely mad of her hooking up with her brother, but something made Daphne think otherwise. With about the last strength she had, she staggered out of the bed, leaving Jason’s shirt behind, and swayed over to the door and slid down, leaning against it with Anne. “Something tell me...that something happened,” she said looking at Anne and then down into her own lap, bringing her legs in to cross them and rolled her head back on the door. “And I am here.”

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[Anne Lévesque]

To be honest, as Anne pushed the two boys, one being her brother and the other being the student teacher whom she had just hooked up with, she couldn't help but just not care what they thought. Nothing mattered at the moment, and it surprised her that she wasn't pushing Daphne out as well. But she couldn't. It wasn't even an option for Anne to push her best friend out, because right now, she just needed someone whom knew what it was like. Jason would never in hell relate to her. His heart had never been broken, nor had he been close to being rejected. As for Riley, well, how was she supposed to know what he was like? She couldn't think, so she didn't plan on analyzing Riley's love life. For the moment, her brunette head felt like an anchor, slowly sinking to the carpet of the hotel room. It felt as if everything was ten times bigger than herself, and ever since the Halloween party, she had never felt so small.

"Dapphh.." Anne slurred, trying to get her speech as she looked at the carpet, furrowing her eyebrows. She couldn't talk and didn't want to. Daphne didn't either, Anne knew that by the way they were both drunkenly staring out into space. "I like.." She started and started blinking her eyes furiously, then looking at her knees. "I mean.." Anne said again. No, those weren't the right words. She didn't care if she told Daphne what had just happened. Sure, maybe it was just the alcohol speaking for itself, because normal Anne would still be partying it up and fuss about it later, but right now, she couldn't. How did Oscar get to her like this? It seemed impossible. And as the Illusion felt like smog covering her normal senses, she spoke as clearly as she could muster. "I just got reje.. rejected by Lyon." Anne said, looking fearfully at Daphne. "Oscar Lyon."

Anne couldn't explain it, and it wasn't the fact that she didn't want to, but it just all seemed so odd. At the beginning of the year, she was sitting in the library with him, while he helped her with her homework. Then, he saved her ass by taking her to Homecoming. Then he saved her again at the Halloween party. But never, even through all these nice deeds, would she imagine that she'd fall for him. She let her legs lay on the floor, outstretched as she simply kicked off her pumps so they lay a couple feet away from the two of them. From a distance, it would look almost pathetic. People knew Daphne and Anne as the girls whom always had it together, the ones whom got the boys, the drugs, the drinks, the parties, the reputation - everything. But what you see behind hotel room doors can surprise a person. For, at the moment, it wasn't Daphne and Anne. It was drunk Daphne whom had made out with Jason despite her feelings for Josh, and it was drunk Anne, being rejected by the one guy she started going to therapy for.

"I.. I went to his room. I've had these feelings for a looooong time. Or.. at least I think so." Anne said, trailing off as she scratched the fishnets that covered her legs. "And I thought, you know, maybe I should tell him, but nooo, you see, Anne didn't think. I never think. God." Anne said, slapping her head with the palm of her head. "Stupid. Fucking stupid. Daph, Lyon rejected meeeee!" Anne slurred, biting her lip. Her sadness was turning to anger, like it would be for anyone else. Why wasn't she good enough for Oscar anymore? Her head was hurting more and more as she rested it on Daphne's shoulder. As people always said, friends will catch you when you fall. Even when you fall for tall, lanky French boys named Oscar.

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[Daphne Hayes]

Who would have guessed? The infamous party-girls of Valkyrie couldn’t last more than one day in Vegas. The situation was a perfect kodak situation. Two girls, leaned against a hotel door, looking wasted, tired, and sad. As corny as it sounded, Daphne could definitely see the a picture like this on a Vegas postcard with the slogan, ‘What happens here, stay here.’ Now, at the epitome of her despair, did she exactly want to leave this in Vegas. How many times did she tell her to forget about Josh, she hadn’t talked to him for almost a month now, and now, she couldn’t stop thinking of him. This was horrible.

Through her hazy mind, she knew Anne started to talk to her. I like? What? Daphne didn’t want to think too quickly, or she just might pass out, but she knew if Anne needed to get something off her chest, she was there. Friends were friends, boys may come and go, but the friendships will last forever. "I just got reje.. rejected by Lyon." Daphne perked a little. Anne talked to Oscar that night? Wait, Daphne didn’t know Anne even liked Oscar. “Wait, I didn’t know you liked him,” she said trying to make sense of this all. “Oh my godddd!” she gasped flicking her head upwards, nearly falling into the wall beside her. She tried to grasp an almost fading moment. On the bus, Anne’s dream, Oscar. How awkward they looked when Oscar ran into them. “It all makes sense,” she said, making sense of herself, but probably not to Anne. “Hold on, Anne, why didn’t you ever tell me you like Lyon?”

Oscar, the boy who laughed at the jocks that would de-book him when they were all freshman. Oscar, the boy too cool for high-school parties. Oscar, the one boy never drank. Oscar, the boy who didn’t dress up for Halloween, but still showed up. Oscar, the boy who probably was probably the muse for Weird Al’s “White & Nerdy” song. Why did he reject Anne? Something was going on between the two of them, and Daphne had failed to notice. Too involved with her own troubles with Josh and Amanda, she failed to notice her friend’s trouble with a boy, when Daphne herself was wrapped up in Josh. She felt Anne’s head fall on her shoulder and she just wanted to cry, “I think I have been the worst friend. I’ve been trying to get over Josh, and I totally brush over your problem with Lyon. And the worst part is, I think I may still love the two-faced fag.”

[[Kinda short and on the sucky-side >.<]]

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[Anne Lévesque]

It was one of those very obvious, yet not so clear answers that Anne always had trouble saying. Why didn't she tell Daphne? Her best friend since freshman year. Sure, Bridget nor Ashley were here, well they were in Vegas, just not in this room. This very bright room; which seemed to be through Anne's line of sight. The lamp on the desk near the beds seemed to be shining a golden white and the beds were circled with halos of bright lights. As Anne tried to concentrate on the real question, her brain became ever so fuzzy. In all honesty, Anne didn't know until tonight, when she actually saw Oscar up close, how she really felt about him. But then again, she had gone to therapy and talked about Oscar only to herself, and her diary. So why didn't she went it out? Daphne was known to listen well, and despite that her friend was going through a lot recently, she could always hear Anne out, right?

"I.." Anne started, gulped because of the dryness that wrapped inside her esophagus. "I don't know Daph. I serrriouusslly didn't know until, like, when I was riding Rilleeyy Bear." She looked around and accidentally hit her head on the door. She held onto it, holding in her frustration, because in all honesty, she felt like punching that door right on back. Anne then looked at Daphne, who had a really worried face on. She listened as her friend explained how she had been such a bad friend, but Anne could do nothing but ignore it. And deny it, not entirely, for some of it was true, but most of it. And the worst part was that Daphne was still in love with a two faced hag? No.. bag? No! Fag! Yes, that was it. Her eyes drooped a little, as she re-opened them and looked at Daphne, furrowing her eyebrows. Josh. Oh she was ready to punch that boy in the face on of these days. Too bad he was her friend.

"No, no, no, nooo. Daphy, you're the best friend I could ask for." Anne slurred as she patted Daphne's leg comfortingly. Anne felt so sorry for her friend that she had made out with Jason. Bleh, talk about an STD. "You know what? I say damn Lyon and Stewart to hell! All the men that caused us misery." Although inside she was pining to go back to Oscar's room and ask why he was rejecting her, because she really didn't remember, she had to be helpful to her friend. But as her eyes became more droopy, she immediately passed out on Daphne's shoulder. Her mind was blocking all the noise, the alcohol, the smoke, the drama of Las Vegas. Because right now she had a friend, someone she could lean on, quite literally, when she was passing out. Oscar Lyon may have been just a fish. A fish in the sea with a contagious smile. But Las Vegas taught Anne something, and that was that;

you don't know what you got till it's gone.

And there she slept for the hours on Daphne Hayes' shoulder, until the very morning of Las Vegas would approach and a whole week of showing Riley off like a trophy would begin. Anne Lévesque would not be defeated, for she had not given up yet on Lyon, unless Haley Summers got in the way, that is.

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