ωєѕтвяσσк нιgн ѕ¢нσσℓ (Season One) (CLOSED.)

(yesss Jace doesn't need a girl when he has Mason and Jack XD)

(Apparently mick can get the ladies)

Mick laughed a bit, not in a mean way, when he saw how red she was. For once, he was actually the one that was good at this whole flirting thing, though that was still debatable. Mick was no Romeo, even if he could pull off occasional stunts like this. The way he saw it, though, was that he didn't need a girl that required him to be good at flirting all the time. He wanted someone that liked him for him.

"You're welcome.," he said, listening to her next comment. "No, no. Liza's cute and all, but I hope someday she'll be almost as pretty as you," he said. Then pulled out his phone. "Here, why don't you put your number in my phone. I'm new here. I don't know anyone or my way around. Maybe we could grab something to eat and you could show me around?" he suggested.

(up to you. Is honestly be cool with either. Drake could see them while they're out and idk just go talk to them? I'm cool with either. Up to you and Aurora.

We have a love hexagon so why not just make a bunch of adorable happy bromances since they're all dealing with drama in their love lives? XD)

(Somebody: you need to choose someone elita
Elita: well, Jace and mick are both great friends. I don't see why I need to choose one to be my bff

XD
Well I'll be home all night so I'll be able to reply when you're home)

((Oh my gosh, BFF though. XD That would be Elita, wouldn't it?

That works. Drake can just hit Kris up like "Why weren't you at the party?!"
And then show up and be all hyper and start talking about all the drama.
And then be like "Wait one second. Who is this other female."

Bromances because their real romances are way too stressful. XD))

{Kris is gonna be friends with Keilana too because I want my OCs to be friends even though Kris is younger than Keilana. Idek where Keilana is supposed to be right now. Probably wondering when she and Arlo are going to pretend to get engaged}

"I wouldn't call anyone cool," Kris snickered. She didn't like to call anyone cool, because as far as she was concerned, everybody she knew was a dork. Nobody was truly 'cool' in her eyes. "But my friends are pretty nice people. They like to stay out of drama, but you know. Things happen. Still, they're totally chill." She didn't need drama in her life, so it was really her luck that she had gained friends that didn't care (much) for drama either. Besides, drama took away from her studies.

"Your parents." Kris shook her head with a huff of laughter. "Well, I guess that's fine, but you should know that my parents are definitely going to protest too because you're the guest." It was funny how different their parents were while still being pretty similar. "Fortune cookies! God, I love those. Yes, we should totally get them!" She knew they were mostly fake, but they were always so interesting.

"To be fair, you can get a bit reckles," Kris pointed out. She was downplaying it, of course. 'A bit' was a total understatement. "I wouldn't exactly trust you on your own either." Hanging out with her was fun, but not exactly the safest. She loved making memories though, so she usually went along with it. If she didn't live now, when would she?

"Oh yeah, you're in the guest room!" Kris said and stood from the couch. "Let's grab your bags and we'll head upstairs to get you settled in."

{This was probably short idk. I can't tell on my phone}

{Yeah... Elita would definitely think they're talking about best friends. XD She doesn't know anything about romance unless someone points it out for her}

"A-ah, um, okay..." Elita fumbled a bit as she took his phone and put her number in it. This was probably such a bad idea. She could already hear her brother screaming 'stranger danger' at her, but she was so bad at denying requests. It was amazing she hadn't been kidnapped already. Luckily for her, and for Mick, she had lived in Westbrook all her life, so she knew where everything was. She used to spend a lot of time walking around the shops.

"Oh, I-I totally forgot. I'm Elita. Nice to meet you," she said as she gave him his phone back. She really hated her stammering. Oh god. This was all Mason's fault, even though this little incident was completely involuntary on his part. If he hadn't come by, she wouldn't be dealing with a stranger. It would have been Tobias instead, who still hadn't returned. Honestly, where did he go?

{Don't worry about it lol. Class is about to start for me}

((Hmm.... Some people I'm in an rp with want to possibly do a D&D Discord server... Or a couple. XD And I think I'd be DM...?
Not sure if I have time for it, but why the heck not?! I love the story I have.))

(well im back for a bit.)

(Ah that's cool. Sounds fun.

I know that's the hardest part. Like ithat their relationships and stuff are different. But also I like the plot a lot XD but I'm almost done with my other reply then I'll be able to be here)

(Ho lost!)

(hello everybody. anywhere i can jump in?)

(we could do arlo and adriane? Unless you want to use one of your other characters?)

"Except me. Right? We all know I'm pretty cool. At least since I stopped being the school mascot. But, hey, that was middle school. We don't need to go back to middle school," she said, cringing at how cringe she'd been in middle school. "I actually tend to avoid drama," Jordan said. She shrugged. "I know it's surprising. I like dares. I like, in my parents' words, being reckless, but drama is just annoying and unnecessary. I'd say if any of your friends are athletes or anything, we should probably be careful not to mention where I go to school," she said. Jordan switched between ignoring the rivalry and being very into it. As an athlete, she felt as though she had the responsibility to get into it, but she truthfully thought it was no big deal.

Until Competitive Jordan kicked in. Jordan was usually pretty chill. Until she got competitive. That was more when she got into the rivalry.

"Well, let's figure out a way to make both of our parents happy. That sounds good right? I'll just tel your parents that I'll be happy if I can cook one night. That shouldn't be a problem right? And, girl, we can buy like six boxes of fortune cookies," Jordan laughed. She was already having a great time with Kris.

"Reckless is subjective. I like to have fun. I try not to break stuff or get hurt. But sometimes there's a bit of a risk in life. It's not like I'm running into the middle of the freeway or poking a sleeping bear," she said. Then she paused. "That would be a great idea!" She didn't truly believe that, but she wanted to mess with Kris.

"Sounds good," Jordan said. She grabbed her bags and made her way up the stairs, pushing the door to the guest room open. It was fancy, probably made to please more mature and older guests than Jordan. Not that she minded. She flopped down on the bed. "Wow, this is comfortable," she said. She opened up the dresser and started piling her clothes. She plugged in her phone charger and was done unpacking within a few minutes.

"So, shall we bond here or go out? We could always take your brother along with us and just promise not to do anything illegal?" she suggested, remembering that Kris had to watch her brother until her parents returned. Jordan would be cool with either staying here or taking the young boy with them.