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#「 sirena hall. 」 #「 reflection. 」

[amyrbayer]

#mood

#「 musings. 」 #L O L

[amyrbayer]

SYDNEY FITZPATRICK‌:

          Sydney understood Amy’s plight. In fact, she could even sympathize with it. Of all the costumes she could’ve pulled together from her closet at moment’s notice, she had to choose the one which required leather sleeves. Sure, the well worn jacket was a cherished staple she’d kept in rotation for years now, but god damn was it hot. She didn’t even blame the balmy evening outside. No, she put that honor squarely on the shoulders of an over packed room. “If you’re a fool, does that mean we’re twins?” Given their hairstyles - Amy’s a bit more natural whereas her own short, platinum locks came courtesy of a bargain wig - it wasn’t the farthest stretch. Then again, that’s about where their similarities (physical and otherwise) came to an end. Sydney wriggled her toes inside of her combat boots, finding a new hole mystery hole in her fishnet stockings, and then turned her eyes back to the bar. “Four or five drinks I can do, but—” casually, meaning not so subtly at all, she glanced to Amy with a new smirk— “how many will it take to get a bit of gossip out of you? I mean, come on. I’ve been away an entire month. I cannot, and will not, believe for a single second that you have nothin’ to share.” And if she truly didn’t? Maybe that’d be soon to change. This time with a measure of true discretion, she glanced around the club again. Seriously. Where the fuck was Victor hiding? Shouldn’t he be here by now? Her entire plan hinged on a ‘coincidental, act of fate’ run in between the two. Not like she believed in that sort of thing, but that’s precisely why she’d stepped in to play Cupid. 

                                           If one thing had more power of making Amanda feel even worse than the stupid, gorgeous coat that made her skin feel hot and itchy, was the thought she dared complain during hers and Sydney’s first night out after...God knew how long; on Halloween night, too, for crying out loud. Who had she turned into? A few months ago, she would’ve done anything to find her best friend physically by her side, ready and willing to enjoy herself during their second favorite holiday of the year instead of digging her body under a pile of trash and empty cheap whiskey bottles. The broken, beaten woman who’d welcomed her at the airport four months ago... She still couldn’t shake her image off her mind. An image which had worried and maddened her to the point she went off---quite unapologetically, mind you---on a matter that technically wasn’t her business. While the shorter woman knew better than to believe her wounds had healed or assume they ever fully would, she also wanted to beat herself on the head for ever questioning whether Sydney would recover. The woman beside her had survived grief on its literal form. She was no quitter. At the end of the day she always fought, tooth and nail, to stand back on her feet and handle the pain. “I was thinkin’ more of a, foolish dark witch and satan’s doll bewitched into a puppet kinda thing. Though we both know you’ll end up draggin’ me into anythin’ you want instead.” She wasn’t bound to deny her anything; that night, even more than usual; a subconscious choice she’d probably come to regret. 

Azure irises calculated the face across from hers. Boy, oh boy, did she not have news to share... The truth was, she’d been refraining from filling Sydney in everything simply because of where she'd been and why. Greer was going through the toughest period of her life. What was she supposed to do, call them up and yap their ears off about her own struggles? From that perspective, there would be no better opportunity to finally spill the beans on everything. Ultimately, a defeated sigh came out of her crimson painted lips. “I’ll need ‘bout...three. Shots. Clear vodka. And all fucking night.” 

Fully ready to take advantage of her privilege as one of the 100 people who won free drinks for the night, Amy motioned toward the bar. However, the brunette wasn’t looking at her. If anything, her gaze flew across every other direction like forcefully thrown darts. What the hell? The female’s blonde eyebrows frowned. It wasn’t like Sydney to ask her about something and then not pay attention. A moment’s beat passed, Amanda’s expression blanked. The same news that were supposed to take an all-nighter to share, rushed out of her mouth at once; just for the sake of catching her off guard.

“I ran into Mila. And Victor tracked me down last week.” 

#「 sydney fitzpatrick. 」 #「 interactions. 」

[amyrbayer]

KEVIN HOFFMAN‌:

In theory, this exchange could have been a very uncomfortable once, considering the fact that the more recent memories of Amy were mainly awkward and rather embarrassing for Kevin. However, as the girl stood before him with different hair but that same smile, he found himself returning it with just as much affection. “It’s good to see you, too—and thank you, I could say the same for you. I’m digging the whole blonde thing you’ve got going on; clearly, you took inspiration from me, right?” Of course his tone was teasing but he figured that Amy would appreciate that over some half-assed attempt at small talk. He didn’t want to run off of the expected script here, instead he wanted the girl to know that it was genuinely a nice surprise to see her today and that he was curious to find out how her life had panned out.

“Close—6′2″ I think, last time I checked. Not a Laker but, y’know, nothing to turn your nose up at.” The blonde chuckled, running a hand through his hair as he took in the girl’s height. There had always been a significant difference there. As Amy began to share some details with him about all of the things he’d been absent for, Kevin found himself feeling oddly proud of the girl. Gaining a masters was a huge achievement by any means but after hearing a lot of whispers that followed her around, even after she had left Wilmington, it was even more of an accomplishment. “Check you out Ms. Criminal Masters, that’s freaking awesome,” he grinned, scratching the back of his head as the focus was handed back to him. “No grand adventures that left this town, which is kinda what I always wanted anyway. I work for Star News now, reporting on all the stuff that goes down here—no matter how big or small. It’s good, I’m good, y’know? Settled.” The last word lingered and his thoughts shifted back to the small velvet box that held an engagement ring tucked away secretly in his sock drawer and how he hadn’t yet given it to the girl he was settled with.

                                        A laugh was drawn from Amy’s lips as a direct response to Kevin’s tease. “Clearly,” she repeated in jest. “I was gonna give it a pixie haircut too, but didn’t wanna overdo it with the copying.” If another early bird passed them by, they couldn’t possibly guess their last encounter had left things on a bad note. Hell, the blonde herself was pleasantly surprised with her gut’s reaction. She’d come to acknowledge the fact she wasn’t the forgiving type. Had Kevin been the only one to blame in their misunderstanding, or had he taken such a crucial place in her heart before they took their separate ways, perhaps her reaction would’ve been different. Maybe then she would’ve held a grudge. But a few weeks after her anger succumbed, she’d taken a step back and viewed his side as well: While she’d never made any promises or suggested there was something romantic going on between them, they’d never had a clear, honest chat about what the other wanted either. For that, she was at fault too. If anything, her experience with Kevin taught her to be open and straightforward from the get go with the people she got involved with. Everything happened for a reason, right?

Amanda let out another warm chuckle upon hearing the male’s compliment. If he was faking genuinity, he deserved an award. Though her gut---and the well-practiced skill of reading most people like an open book---told her he was honestly pleased to hear about her achievement. Just like she beamed once he filled her in about his own. “Woah! You’re one to talk, Mr. Grand Reporter,” she teased in return. “Congratulations, that’s so amazing.” To her, living a good life didn’t necessarily mean leaving your hometown. While she couldn’t regret leaving Wilmington when she needed and looked forward to more adventures outside of it at some point, she’d failed to feel truly settled so far away from her loved ones; from the streets she knew like the back of her hand. Even then, after her return, she didn’t feel fully fulfilled like Kevin seemed to be. Always chasing something more was part of life’s thrill, in her eyes. However, everybody was different. His desire to stay was as valid as hers to leave and then return. “I hope we won’t have to turn our eyes on the same kind of news anytime soon, though.” While she knew that, realistically speaking, such wish was impossible, but she still felt the urge to say it. In her field of work, there were never any good news to begin with. “You do seem settled; in a good way. Y’know.. Content. I’m happy for ya, really,” the petite woman offered with a friendly smile. “Does that mean there’s someone in your life these days? Or have you reached max level of comfort in the arms of your couch like the rest of us?” Before their small chapter opened and closed, she faintly remembered him dating one of Spencer’s friends.

#「 kevin hoffman. 」 #「 interactions. 」

[amyrbayer]

@spencerbayer

#i'm cackling #「 musings. 」 #sorry boys lmao

[amyrbayer]

I enjoy controlled loneliness. I like wandering around the city alone. I’m not afraid of coming back to an empty flat and lying down in an empty bed. I’m afraid of having no one to miss, of having no one to love.

Kuba Wojewódzki  (via mczarts)

#「 musings. 」

[amyrbayer]

🍑CALL.

SCARLETT: [ Laying in bed with in nothing but her bra and underwear, Scarlett was feeling lonely and horny. Thinking of one person who could fulfill her needs, she grabbed her phone and brought up Amy’s contact information. Indecisive of texting her a sexy picture of herself or calling her for a booty call, she picked the latter. Calling her, she waited and smirked to herself when she picked up. ] Hey, you. What are you up to right now? More specifically, how fast can you get here because I need to see you.

AMANDA: [ Amy was laying on her bed in a white tank top, braless, wearing only the bottom of her jammies. The only source of light in her bedroom came from her laptop screen as the criminal documentary's "Abducted In Plain Sight" opening titles were playing. Less than a minute in, though, she heard her phone vibrate on the bedside table as its screen lit up as well. She reached for it with a grunt, but felt her eyebrows arch and the corners of her mouth curve at the sight of the contact. The blonde rushed to hit the pause button and slid her thumb over the screen to answer the call. ] Well, hey to you too. [ A low, teasing laugh bubbled in her throat. The brunette wasn't one to waste any time, was she? It didn't take a genius to figure out why she'd demanded to see her so urgently. ] Let's see. Right now it's... [ She moved the mouse to the bottom of the screen. ] 19:55. Assumin' I'll walk instead of run.. Y'know, to to save my strength for ya——— [ As the quip left her lips, the blonde was actually reaching inside her pajama bottoms to feel her legs, neglected for the past three days. ] ———I'll be on your door at 45'. Is that cool? [ Her feet were already in the midst of kicking the covers off her legs, creating a distracting background noise. ]

#「 scarlett montgomery. 」 #「 phonecalls. 」 #count on me to turn a phonecall into a whole ass paragraph

[amyrbayer]

my mom is really that bitch and i’m that bitch jr

#「 musings. 」

[amyrbayer]

#「 musings. 」 #HAHAHAHA AMY AND LOUISE THO #at least around 18 and moving forward

[amyrbayer]

@victoryoungs

#「 musings. 」 #「 victor young. 」 #「 i don't love you but i always will | victor. 」 #// probably how the halloween party ended though

[amyrbayer]

What do you wish you had done differently in regards to Victor?

“Am I supposed to answer this from an ex’s perspective? ‘Cause I can’t. I knew him before I could even walk. He’s been my rock and my closest person…literally forever. So I guess.. I wish we didn’t act like this isn’t the case. Especially me. Maybe if I hadn’t… Anyway. That’s your answer.” @victoryoungs

HONESTY HOUR.

#// i adore you for these questions btw <3 #「 answers. 」

[amyrbayer]

are you still inlove with victor?

@victoryoungs

HONESTY HOUR.

#THANK GOD FOR GIFS LMAO....... #「 answers. 」 #「 victor young. 」

[amyrbayer]

SPENCER BAYER‌:

Spencer took the plate from her hands, one corner of his mouth slightly tugging up at her comment. He wasn’t really humoured by the words, though they definitely were true. “Probably,” he agreed silently. They’d never experienced what it was like to not have to share as a family. After all, it was just the three of them and mom. And still — somehow — that hadn’t made the siblings as close as it should have. Maybe Spencer and his older brother were when they were younger, but they’d never gotten that close with Amy. Looking back at that time in his life, Spencer regretted some of the actions that had taken place. That’s also why it didn’t surprise him at all when she turned down his offer to help her out. With a simple nod, he followed her into the living room and sat down next to his younger sister on the couch.

“Oh, I’m sure they were happy tears. I think she really missed ya.” His mom had mentioned that before. Even asked him if he’d spoken to Amy, and hating to tell her he hadn’t because he always felt like he was letting her down — letting the family down. With his brother and sister out of town, Spencer was the only son their mother had left for a while. At least physically. And that surely weighed down on him, too. Though he learned that it was important to appreciate whatever relationship was left between him and his family. Quickly popping a fry into his mouth, Spencer eyed his sister for a moment. They had never been close — at least not in the way people expected siblings to be close. Sure, when they were younger they’d shared, and played, and laughed. But there were also tears, and shouting, and yelling. It’d never bothered him in the long run, not to a certain extent that he figured there was no way to heal from it. But how did his sister experience that? It had never been a topic open for discussion back when she still lived in Wilmington, nor had it been with his brother or his mother. They’d all rather stick their issues and problems in some tiny box, lock it and throw it far, far away. Spencer had definitely learned to deal with that over the years, partly because of his job. 

“A Black Hawk? Nice,” he raised a brow, grabbing the beer and opening the can, before a light chuckle slipped past his lips. This definitely reminded him of their teenage years, where his friends would come over and they’d all share a beer — even though they were nowhere near the legal drinking age. Memories like that were the ones he cherished most. In a way, his best friends had become more of his family than his actually family was. The boys were over all the time, or he was over at their house. Back in high school it was rare if there was a day that they didn’t see each other. 

Taking the first bite of his burger, Spencer could feel a somewhat awkward silence settle between the two of them. And while he had been expecting that and was fully prepared for it, his sister had other plans. As his girlfriend’s name slipped past Amy’s lips, he turned his head to look at the blonde. He knew the two girls were close, or had been close in the past, at least. And while the two of them never really got that close as most siblings, he was glad she got close to the people around him. Especially Haley, since she played such a big part in his life back then, and still does now. Though the next set of words made him stop chewing the food that was currently in his mouth, instead averting his gaze as he processed what was just said. With a big sigh, he managed to swallow most of the food down and placed his plate back on his knees. “I, ah —“ Spencer stalled, not really sure what to say. “I didn’t know she’d tell you.” But if any of the three involved were to tell Amy, it sure as hell would’ve been Haley. “Mom doesn’t know,” was the next thing that seemed morally acceptable to share. “And I’d really like to keep it that way.” It almost felt like they were back in high school, where one of them pulled a stunt and didn’t want to be ratted out to mom. This time, though, it involved a much more serious matter. “Have you spoken to Adam at all in these last couple of months?” Or years, considering he didn’t know when she last heard of him. 

                                       She could feel the atmosphere adjust around them, almost as if a switch had been flipped. On one hand, Spencer’s shock erased some of the awkwardness hanging in their silence. On the other, it was Amy’s turn to look at him a little stunned. Did she just screw up? Should she have warned Haley before talking with Spencer? “Yeah, I think she felt bad and wanted to come clean now that I’m back. ‘Cause I’m close to her, and we’re family.” Family. When used for herself and her siblings, the word tasted foreign on her tongue---used only to justify her friend and cool down any fires. That wasn’t to say she was picking her side in this story. She saw no reason for picking any sides to begin with. The three parties involved, or at least Spencer and Haley, had worked past it on their own. It wasn’t her place to steer old trouble alas had no intention of adding fuel to the fire. Truth be told, she couldn’t even find a good reason why Spencer would be mad at finding out Haley told her the truth in the first place. But she knew they were in a good place, the two of them. The last thing she wanted was say something that would mess that up, even in the slightest. “I’m glad she did. We should be honest with the people we care about.” Unlike us. Maybe Amy and Spencer had shown one another how they felt about each other, but no words were ever truly said. Not the ones that should’ve; the ones that’d hurt.

Out of everything her brother could’ve said or requested of her, the words that actually came out of his mouth hadn’t even crossed her mind. Her eyebrows furrowed, causing the skin between them to crease. “No, I---why the hell would I tell mom?” Confusion and another feeling reflected in the low but strict, sharp tone of her voice. If Louise found out the truth, she’d be crushed and all hell would break loose because of it, for she’d want to see or hear nothing of Haley. Maybe Adam, too. “It’s not her business. It’s not mine, either.” The fact Spencer could be worrying she wanted to start gossip riled her up. A lot. “I’m not gonna tell anyone. I just wanted to clear the air between us at least on this matter. You deserved to know it wasn’t something I knew and kept a secret all these years. That’s all.”

Her hand reached for the water bottle and she brought it to her lips, grabbing the opportunity to take a break which prevented her from adding anything else. At his question, she shook her head with the sip in her mouth before swallowing it. “No. I’ve nothing to say to him. Might tell him he’s an asshole if he shows up in town, though.” Despite the sarcasm in her tone, there was a solid chance she’d do just that if she felt like it. She’d felt the need to tell him that even before she knew he repeatedly slept with his brother’s girlfriend. Finding it out...blew her mind. The two older Bayer siblings had pushed her away and shut her out to the point she could no longer remember a time where things had been different. Fine. But them? They’d been inseparable growing up. How could he do that? If she’d known all along how much and for how long Spencer had loved Haley, there was no way he didn’t. “Have you?” Azure irises darted to take a look at the sickenly similar face next to her. She never said it and wouldn’t but, had it been her in his shoes? She would’ve never forgiven them. No matter how much she loved them.

#「 interactions. 」 #「 spencer bayer. 」

[amyrbayer]

Do you believe in giving people second chances when they've hurt you?

“Depends on the damage they caused and their intentions. Usually not, though.”

HONESTY HOUR.

#we have some stuff to work through ok #「 answers. 」

[amyrbayer]

what is one thing you'd change about yourself if you could?

“Add about half a feet to my height and a couple more sizes to my boobs. Naturally, though. Hell will freeze before I let a knife touch me.”

HONESTY HOUR.

#aka she's scared shitless of knifes and needles #pass it on #「 answers. 」

[amyrbayer]

would you say you're a happy person?

“Is that a real thing? ‘Cause I don’t think bein’ happy all the time is possible. Unless you’re livin’ on cloud nine or have regular space cakes on Amsterdam… Shit, I should really visit Amsterdam.”

HONESTY HOUR.

#// in other words.. yes she is #she just likes to be a dick during this hour #i apologize on her behalf #「 answers. 」

[amyrbayer]

What's your least favorite thing about yourself?

“Just one? Boy, oh boy… I’m the type of person who prefers dealin’ with stuff in the moment, as they come. Get them out of the way, y’know? It’d be much easier for me. But I’ve had to hold things in, many many times. When I do that, I get to overthink them in my head and end up havin’ more problems than I started with. I try to refrain from it but y’know what they say about old habits.“

HONESTY HOUR.

#we love that question <3 #cathal-walsh #「 answers. 」