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kar3npage · 5 years

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Sewing Scissors and Throwing Knives

Chapter 3 is now up! Thank you so much to everyone who has been reading along! I will be posting a new chapter every Monday:)

If you want to read along from the beginning, you can check it out on ao3 here

Recap from last chapter: Neil calls Kevin and accepts his offer, Neil meets (most of) the team, Kevin and Nicky decide that Neil needs a new wardrobe.

His fingers are itching for a cigarette. It’s not an addiction, since Neil doesn’t actually smoke the things, but he’s craving a tether. A comforting scent, something to ground him. It’s only an hour into his second day at the atelier and he’s already thoroughly tired of Kevin and the constant noise that permeates the floor. It’s getting annoying having to bite back the snarky comments and make everyone think he’s a pushover. But being a pushover will keep him alive, so he’ll make do. Matt and Nicky greeted Neil with the same level of enthusiasm as they had the day before, and he got a few friendly nods as the building started to fill. Fortunately being tied to Kevin made most people keep their distance. Unfortunately, being tied to Kevin meant that Andrew popped up constantly. Neil can feel his eyes tracking him even when he’s pretty sure that he isn’t even in the same area as them. “No, I need it by Thursday at the latest. I was promised it by Wednesday!” Kevin is saying into the phone in that particularly bossy voice of his. “No, you don’t understand. You’ve heard of Alli Rey, correct? Yes, everyone has. If we can’t get that shipment in by Thursday, we will no longer be working with your company.” Kevin continues in that vein, threatening to pull out of whatever deal they have. As far as Neil understands, the shipment is holding a fabric that they ‘desperately’ need for the showstopper in the quickly approaching show. Neil is a far ways away from his times running. He’s made little things out of the strangest material, purely out of necessity. He barely waits for Kevin to put down the phone before speaking to make sure that he can get a word in before Kevin starts. “Why don’t you just get a different fabric for it?” Kevin has that expression on that says that he can’t believe that he’s even wasting a second of his day for Neil. “It would never get here in time, even if we did somehow manage to find something as perfect as this.” “Okay, then use something you already have.” Neil thinks to the entire wall of bolts of fabric in every colour that sits in the cutting room. Kevins face is slowly going red. “You--no, fuck’s sake. Neil, no.” “Why not?” “Because this is the showstopper. This is going to be ending the show. You cannot leave the customers on a blah note, it has to be perfect. And the only way that’s going to happen is if it’s made out of a silk/rayon velvet that’s been hand dyed with a unique method in Amsterdam.” “Maybe your showstopper isn’t as good as you think it is if it’s going to fail just because you used a different nice fabric.” “He has a point,” a dry voice startles Neil and he whips around to face the door. Andrew stands there, wearing a very similar all black outfit to what he wore yesterday. Neil considers complaining that he has to change his look when Andrew wears the same thing every day. He keeps his mouth shut for once. Kevin splutters something from his spot behind the desk, face going a mottled purple. “Get out,” Andrew says to Neil. He hesitates, glancing at Kevin to argue. When he doesn’t, Neil makes sure to leave Andrew space as he walks past him. He closes the door behind him and pauses in the hallway to listen. The bond between Andrew and Kevin has already been mentioned countless times in the office, and Neil has read many articles about it in various gossip magazines. No matter what is written or said, no one can explain exactly why Andrew lets Kevin tag along. Neil can just barely hear Andrew through the door. “The Moriyama’s aren’t going to care which fabric the last dress is made out of as long as it makes them money. And Riko fuck-face can’t do anything without his uncles approval. Relax.” A muffled groan can be heard down the hallway. Neil leans in a bit closer to hear Kevin’s answer. His words are frantic and fast, too fast for Neil to be able to catch on. Andrew’s answer is a repeat of his earlier words. He doesn’t stay outside for much longer after that. Of course Neil had been keeping an eye on the Moriyamas to ensure that he would be able to avoid them, but he was under the impression that Kevin had split from Riko after the accident. Neil Josten was well and truly fucked.

He still had nightmares about the few weeks that he was stuck in the Nest, nightmares of the oppressive atmosphere, the pain and humiliation, the complete and utter exhaustion. It had taken him almost a month to stop losing time after the 16 hour days. He was still claustrophobic from the experience.

To make it even worse, he knows that his father works for the Moriyama's. He bitterly wonders whether he’ll even live to see the show that he is currently helping them prepare for. The smart thing would be to leave and get a new identity. Maybe check out Italy, he’d been learning Italian in his spare time while he was working as a janitor. Of course, just because that's the smart thing doesn’t mean it’s the route that he wants to choose.

The problem is the last time that Neil had felt so strongly about his surroundings was when he was in the fashion program in school. The working hum of industrials, the quiet bustle of seamstresses and cutters going about their work, the satisfying sound of sharp scissors cutting through silk. The atmosphere at Alli Rey was intoxicating and calming all at once. Neil had walked through the cutting room earlier and spent almost 20 minutes just looking at the shelves of bolts of fabric that fills one wall. He had almost filled his sketchbook last night with new ideas. He hadn’t felt this inspired by anything for years, and now that he had spent a few days as a part of the magic he wasn’t sure that he could tear himself away so soon. If he could just make it until the next fashion show, the one that Kevin wanted him to help design, then he could die in peace. That way he could have made a mark, albeit a small one. That way he could get rid of a few of his regrets in life.

Three days later and Neil is as in love with the volatile environment as he was when he decided that he would be willing to die for it. The craziness with the customer is apparently over, so Neil was finally able to meet Dan. She is a no-nonsense, hard working woman with a tight control over her team. She had Neil’s respect the minute he saw her wrangle Seth into some semblance of control, and he had no trouble saying that he trusted her completely to get everything finished. Seth is another employee that he has, unfortunately, gotten to know since the customer issues have been dealt with. He had immediately written Neil off, and he seemed to have a chip on his shoulder for any designer as long as it wasn’t Allison. Neil had met Allison a few times so far, and each time she had a different reaction to Seth being there. Their strange relationship didn’t make anyone else nearly as uncomfortable as it did Neil. “I think it’s time that you start working late like everyone else does,” Kevin announces as Neil walks into the office that he’s been ‘shadowing’ Kevin in so far. “I do work late with everyone else,” Neil says. Annoyance crosses Kevin’s face. “No, you leave with Andrew and Nicky everyday.” “So do you.” “I leave for dinner with them, but I come back after.” Neil has known that Kevin was obsessive about his work right from the get go, but he had no idea to what extent. He knows for a fact that Matt and Dan leave around the time that he does, since they keep inviting him out for drinks, and they have important roles in the company as well. Neil tries to muster up some irritation with Kevin about the demand, but all he feels is some excitement about spending more time in the studios. So far he’s just gone home to sketch, obsessively check the locks in his hotel room, and eventually fall into a restless sleep. Coming back in to help with the quickly coming up Resort show is infinitely better than anything else that Neil could be doing in his evenings. “Alright,” he tells Kevin. Kevin gives him one quick nod of approval. “Andrew will pick you up tonight at 9. Eat before then.”

As promised, Andrew’s fancy vehicle is waiting outside the hotel for Neil at exactly 9 o’clock. Kevin is waiting in the passenger seat, and neither of the men are currently speaking to one another. Kevin immediately launches into a brainstorming session with Neil when he climbs in the backseat, and as much as he is interested in what Kevin has to say, his eyes keep wandering to look at Andrew in the drivers seat. So far what he’s seen of Andrew makes him think that he’s apathetic about the whole thing. He’s always the calm in the storm when he walks through the atelier during the day (although that isn’t often. Mostly he’s holed up in the office that Neil so far hasn’t been in with a woman with rainbow dyed hair whom he hasn’t met), and whenever Kevin tries to talk with him about upcoming collections he answers with a bored glare. Neil’s fascinated with this person who obviously has incredible talent, yet doesn’t care about it. He wasn’t sure what to expect of their late night work, but it’s pretty similar to the work that they’ve been doing during the day so far. The only difference is that Kevin isn’t able to phone any of their suppliers, so he has more of the razor focus that Neil remembers from his Exy days. They’re in the beautiful, streamlined office staring at the wall behind Kevin's desk. Andrew lies on the couch near the window with a book, one that Neil hasn’t heard of before. The pages are dog eared and worn, yet the avid way Andrew focuses on the book makes it look like he’s never read it before. The wall has been transforming quickly while Neil has been here. For the most part he’s been keeping his opinions to himself (which has been more difficult than he thought it would be) since his real job will start with the next collection, but he hasn’t been able to help himself with a few of the looks. They’re planning the show, playing around with the order that the ensembles come out on the runway and which garments will be put together. Most of the wall has been taken over by the photos of each look on possible models (that will need to be decided as well, eventually). Each look has a number on it, though the numbers keep getting scratched out and changed. The only one that hasn’t changed is the showstopper, which will be going last. “I just still don’t understand what makes that one the showstopper,” Neil tells Kevin before he can control himself. He stiffens and waits for Kevin to have a conniption, or maybe a panic attack. Neil had thought that Andrew wasn’t paying attention to them, but a small huff tells him that he has. Kevin surprises all of them by looking thoughtful. It takes him a while to respond and he inspects the wall in the meantime. “I’m not really sure, actually. I had just decided in the beginning that it would be and it never occurred to me that it might not.” “Okay.” Neil says, but he’s been forgotten. A familiar frenzied look is in Kevin's eye now that Neil planted the idea, and he’s scrambling around the wall moving photos around. The rest of the evening is spent in near silence, and Neil finds that he enjoys his time with Kevin and Andrew more than he ever thought he would. He admires Kevin, and has for a long time. Seeing him working first hand isn’t always that impressive, but when he gets into this centered head space Neil can see why he’s gotten so far in the industry so quickly. Andrew is a different story. Where Kevin is an easy book to read, Neil just can’t grasp anything about Andrew. Everything he does surprises Neil. It’s unsettling.

So far Neil has managed to avoid Nicky and Kevin’s plans for getting him new clothes. By the end of the week he had quietly hoped that they had forgotten about it in the chaos of show prep. Neil Josten has never been that lucky. Nicky jumps him during lunch on Friday with far too much joy for such a task. “You’re going to love Abby, she’s great. We always go to the Garment District store just for her for the new recruits.” “We’re going to an Alli Rey store?” Neil has no idea what to expect from his day, but there’s a tight ball of dread in his stomach that’s threatening to swallow him. He counts to ten in French, and then German in the hopes that the anxiety will lessen. “Yep! Everyone tries to wear as much from the brand as possible for marketing. It was my idea,” Nicky preens as he pushes Neil out of the building. It’s just the two of them for once, something that hasn’t happened since he arrived. Neil makes a vague noise of approval. They get into Andrews car, which Neil can’t imagine the conversation that got the approval for Nicky to drive. Nicky talks nonstop the entire time they’re in the vehicle, which Neil is strangely grateful for. The empty chatter is enough to quell some of the nausea that popped up when he realized that he would need to get measured today, which also meant that it was pretty likely that he would have to take off his shirt. Unfortunately, he has already tried everything that he could think of to get out of this when Kevin first brought it up and he has no ideas left. All he knows is that Nicky absolutely can not be in the room while he gets his measurements done.

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behind-the-screen-of-bangtan · 6 years

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The musters

The musters are yearly fan meetings where the boys interpret some of their songs but mainly play games or skits for ARMY’s enjoyment.

1st Muster

Held on: 140329 (Seoul)

Albums of the event: #1, #2, Weibo #1

Can be found in: Memories of 2014

The announcement and extracts of the shows were published on Youtube. There were also some tweets around the event:

first announcement

ticketing

announcement

D-1

D-Day

thanks

link to the Naver article

The NOW 1 was released as merchandise of this muster while the NOW 2 was shot while they toured the event in Europe and America during the summer.

2nd Muster

Zip code 17520

Held on: supposedly 150613

17520 stands for 17 520 hours (so 730 days, so 2 years) since debut and thus spent together with ARMY. Some photos of the concept were posted in the boys’ birthday albums.

An invitation for ARMY was published on Youtube.

The event was canceled due to MERS and postponed to 24 January 2016.

Zip code 22920

Held on: 160124

Album of the concept

Can be found in: Memories of 2016

22920 stands for 22 920 hours since debut and thus spent together with ARMY. A manual about how to use the BTS standees was published to show ARMY the different poses they could take next to it

@GetOnSwag found some of their outfits:

j-hope: top

Jimin: top

V: top

Jung Kook: top

The pictures for the merchandising were taken at 502스튜디오 (502 Studio), where episodes 104 to 106 of Run BTS! were later filmed.

3rd muster: ARMY.Zip +

Held on: 161112-161113

Albums: Spoiler story (Chim puppy) (Eng ver), the event

Can be found in: ARMY Zip+ DVD

Symbols (square, round, triangle) that already appeared in the comeback trailer for O!RUL8,2? and Skool Luv Affair make their comeback.

The infamous skit House of Army was filmed for that muster (related tweets: #1, #2, #3). The boys all had a different role:

Jin: himself watching over Army under a disguise (delivery man, banana, clock)

SUGA: uncle

j-hope: mother

RM: Kim Army the daughter

Jimin: puppy

V: big brother

Jung Kook: father

The boys filmed their Chuseok live from the 13 September 2016 after the shooting of this skit.

4th muster: Happy Ever After

Held on: 180113-180114

Teasers: poster #1 (on Twitter), poster #2

Album: stage sketch

Can be found in: Happy Ever After DVD

Outfits and accessories identified by @GetOnSwag: list

Along with the first poster, another teaser was published on Instagram. It shows the eight recurring items that can be linked to the boys. The connections were found by _macchamilktea and jhopeah on Twitter. As for the eighth one, the bottle, it contains their memories in the form of colorful clouds and has labels such as “Worldwide”, “The Wings Tour The Final”, or “BTS 3rd Muster”.

Concerning the main poster, it shows a factory to create bottles of memories. It’s handled by the boys and full of little references.

Following the production line we have:

The scroll and the color purple are associated with RM. He’s the Recipe Messenger thus the “clouds recipe” machine.

His outfit looks like the one he wore on the 24 September 2017, for the Super Concert. The bag is probably a reference to the one he had for a while (x, x, x, x, x, x, x, x) and that his mother disliked (found thanks to Reddit). During 2 Cool 4 Skool and ORUL8,2? he had glasses in both the concept and the MV. As he’s also famous for his clumsiness, the glasses are broken and repaired with tape, something he actually did during a fansign on the 6 July 2013. He also broke a pair during American Hustle Life and in BTS Comeback Show, where we also discovered the tomato lamp. It’s a gift from Hoseok for Namjoon’s birthday.

The lollipop and the color green are associated with j-hope. He’s the compounder, he reduces the sweet moments symbolized by lollipops to dust.

As the main dancer, obviously he’s dancing, the “ho! ho!” and his pose indicate he’s doing his favorite move from “Save Me”. His outfit is the one from the performance at Music Bank, on the 22 September 2017. A BOMB from that day was released. Next to him is a Bearbrick in reference to Hobi’s hobby of collecting the figurines. He posted photographs of his collection on Twitter (here’s a partial list of the figurines) and showed his Snoopy during the Episode for the group’s first birthday. A Bearbrick was even featured in his poster for BTS Begins.

The fact there are seven lollipops is probably to remind the seven members.

The cotton candy and the color red are associated with V. He’s the chef, the machine next to him turns the lollipop dust into a memory cloud.

He’s seen harvesting because he considered becoming a farmer before becoming an artist.

The field forms the logo for the fandom, namely ARMY.

The cutlery and the color orange are associated with Jin. He’s the taster, he checks the memory clouds before the bottling.

Jin is the only one who’s not in his corner but at another place. He has two sugar gliders, Odeng and Eomuk. He posted several times on Twitter with them: x, x, x, x, x, x, x, x. We also saw them in Mnet’s BTS Comeback Show. He’s learning how to play the guitar. You can see him play in one of his Eat Jin episode with Jimin and Jungkook (around 3:50). He also played during the 2016 Fanmeetings in Japan (it’s probably where his outfit is from) and in his Puma Bog Sock cf. Jin is known to like the color pink (cue the pink lamp) and food. He has a personal show called “Eat Jin”, available on Youtube and Vlive for the recent ones.

The ribbon and the color yellow are associated with Jung Kook. He’s the decorator, thus the ribbons and probably the tape that he puts on the bottles of memories.

The fact he’s lifting the conveyor belt and the pink dumbbell are there to remind us he’s the most muscular in the group. The bag and the hat are references to Bon Voyage S2 in Hawai. The trophy in the bag is a reference to his lines in “Mic Drop”:

Did you see my bag It’s full of trophies

Lastly, his outfit is a reference to the one he wore for the 2017 K-POP World Festival in Changwon.

The quill and the color pink are associated with SUGA. He’s the labeler, thus his desk with all the labels ready to be written on to indicate which memory the bottle contains.

The mic is a reference to his iconic move at the end of “Mic Drop”. The fact he’s sleeping and the lounger remind his reputation of being lazy/always sleeping.

The ladder and the color blue are associated with Jimin. He’s the curator, thus his position near the shelves where he put the bottles of memories.

The yellow blanket, his outfit, his hair, the calico cat, and the telescope are all reference to his solo intro for LOVE YOURSELF Her, “Serendipity”. The plaid shirt is something Jimin wears often (x, x, x, x, x, x, x, x, x, x, x, x), especially yellow ones (x, x, x, x, x).

More items were dispersed here and there:

The flowers from the cover of Love Yourself承 Her

The top part of the Army Bomb, the group official lightstick

V’s tiger necklaces and Vmin’s swing.

V showed the green pendant in one of his solo VLive (starting 4:59) and said he associates himself with a (baby) tiger and that he bought it with Jimin in New York.

Concerning the swing, Jimin and Taehyung played around one during their stay in the U.S. to record Dark & Wild and film American Hustle Life.

The flower from the Puma Courtstar campaign

Jimin’s manggaetok.

Jimin is associated with those glutinous rice cakes because of his soft-looking cheeks that reminded fans of the treat.

Jin’s Mario collection. He even danced with a Mario plushie during “Just One Day” practice)

Jin’s birthday gift to Jimin (found thanks to Reddit)

Sope uniforms.

Sope is the name of the subunit formed by SUGA and j-hope. They have their own show, Hwagae Market (pre-opening, teaser ep1, ep1, ep2, ep3, special section in the 4M followers celebration, ep4, ep5), they made their debut during the 2016 fanmeetings in Japan but they had already sung during the 2016 Festa party (starting 58:13) as SOPE-ME. The BOMB of their training can be found here.

The house from the 2017 Festa.

During the 2017 Festa three songs were released: “4 o’clock”, “We don’t talk anymore Pt.2″ and “So far away” featuring Jin and Jung Kook. All the illustrations for those songs can be connected to form a house under a full moon.

The mailbox (우편 is written on it and simply means “mail”). It’s just an assumption but since the previous musters were named after zip codes, I guess it’s to reference them.

On the right, we can see the logos for BTS and ARMY together.

The seven colors associated to the boys are all aligned below: red/V, orange/J, yellow/JK, green/JH, blue/JM, pink/SG, purple/RM. You can also see them on the balloons surrounding the giant bottle in the middle.

The remaining elements are the trophies won by the boys. We can see the prizes from the following events:

Korean Popular Culture & Arts Awards

Mnet Asian Music Awards

and 8. Seoul Music Awards

Inkigayo

Golden Disk Awards

Show Champion

Billboard Music Awards

In the preview of the DVD little details were added to the poster. It’s actually drawings made by the boys to describe themselves:

RM drew Koya, his BT21 character

j-hope drew Mang, his BT21 character

V drew Yeontan, his dog

Jung Kook drew a camera

SUGA drew Holly, his dog

Jimin drew accessories

Jin drew RJ, his BT21 character

During the show

Jimin was wearing a Thom Browne outfit (cr.).

We see the recipe:

Memories of BTS and ARMY

~ memory cloud instructions ~

You only need a few ingredients for your handmade memory cloud

• 4 cups of Happiness • 1 cups of Awesomeness • 2 cups of Laughter • 1/4 teaspoon of Hope • 3 tablespoon of Joyfulness (can use other things, such as Delight, ****) • 1/2 tablespoon of Wonder • 2 drops of pink Love • 3 cups of pleasure

Gather up these ingredients: it’s time to make the happy memory you’ve been craving. If you’d like your memory cloud to be a different color, substitute the two drops of pink love coloring for something else - *** excitement, green hope, or purple joy would all make ******* memory cloud hues.

The ingredients have colors fitting with the boys’ (credits and all my thanks to @honeyhoneysugarsugar for seeing Jin’s and V’s, you can see their reblog in the notes of this post):

Wonder: orange = Jin

Joyful: pink = SUGA

Laugh: green = j-hope

Touching: purple = RM

Awesomeness: blue = Jimin

Happy: red = V

Hope: yellow = Jung Kook

You can also see a little Apollo Belvedere torso behind Jin in his room. There was also an Apollo Belvedere during the Mnet stage of “Blood, Sweat & Tears.”

During Jin’s delirium we can see an alpaca - an animal often associated with Jin, RJ is an alpaca for example - but also a text that’s actually Windows’ Blue screen of death.

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Apart from the adventures of the ARMY BOMB fairies, we also got a sequel to House of Army with Guardians of the ARMY BOMB. Dad Jungkook, big brother Taehyung, as well as uncle Yoongi, thus make their comeback after their first apparition in the 3rd muster. We see them being protected by the guardians of the ARMY BOMB.

Jin published a picture of RM as a guardian for the leader’s birthday in 2019.

#BTS #Bangtan #Muster #17520 #29920 #ARMY.Zip+#Happy Ever After

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artificialqueens · 7 years

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Teacher, Teacher (Biadore) Chapter 3 - Duhlano

A/n - Enjoy this fic I rewrote 4 times. I feel like no one liked my fics but I’ll continue for those out there that like it :)

Adore knew she was staring at Miss Del Rio. And she couldn’t help it at all. She was beautiful in Adore’s eyes. What age do you think she is? Do you think she has a husband? Ooh maybe kids! Ugh, kids are annoying but cute at the same time.

This went on for 10 solid minutes for Adore, thinking to herself and coming up with different scenarios in her head. During that time, Adore was unaware of the classmates quickly sketching and getting on with their work in the breezy, spring classroom.

Adore snapped out of her thoughts as she caught Naomi coughing, and motioning towards Adore’s empty paper staring back at her. Naomi put her head back down again as she added colour to her some-what 90’s jumpsuit look.

Adore looked across the room, stealing sneak-peaks of other peoples work. Her eyes wandered over to Fame’s work, admiring it slightly as she pushed her ombre’d hair out of the way of the view. Adore’s eyes then skimmed over to Violet’s work she was adding more tone to.

Oh my fucking God. IT looks like a fucking blow-up doll.

Adore snorted as she tried to contain laughter but just could not hold it in as she stared deeper at the sex-doll realness.

Adore burst out giggling in the moderately quiet classroom. Her fellow classmates glanced for a second but continued to work. Naomi, Violet and Fame smiled at a red but giggly Adore, quickly retracting their expressions to a neutral demeanour and facing towards their full paper.

Adore’s expression turned a frown as she folded her arms. Why did they all of a sudden ignore her? What the shit?

“What is it?” Adore sighed as she grumpily crossed her arms.

“Something funny, Adore?” Adore jumped quickly at the voice as she turned around fast. Adores eyes met with a pair of tits.

She probably shouldn’t be staring there.

Adore’s eyes tore from the navy-clothed chest to meet with none other than Miss Del Rio’s warm bronze eyes. Miss Del Rio didn’t look annoyed, she seemed quite amused that she called the kid out, and she was genuinely wondering what was funny.

“Oh! U-h nothing, M-Miss Del Rio.” Adore composed herself as she leaned back on the desk, covering her blank piece of paper hoping Miss Del Rio wouldn’t clock it. With that, Miss Del Rio’s mouth raised up to a smile, showing her deep dimples on her face. She turned around on her heels and looked over the desks, talking to a few classmates.

Adore turned around, a scared and red expression on her face. Fame held her giggle as Violet raised an eyebrow.

Adore was partly red because of public humiliation, but red at the fact Miss Del Rio spoke to her! And her dimples are the cutest thing ever!

Adore thought deeper to herself as she started sketching a beach inspired dress. She started to realise how scandalous and dangerous a crush on a teacher would be. Adore wouldn’t have work done, she’d be red as soon as Miss Del Rio talked to her and every chance Adore could misbehave to be held back would be more than often.

Fuck man.

Adore looked behind her shoulder to see Miss Del Rio sitting down, her eyes trailing up to Adore’s. Adore turned around quickly looking at her paper.

Adore could not tell anyone about this. Not a soul.

“I think I have a crush on Miss Del Rio” Adore whispered into Fame’s ear, hearing Fame gasped and smile widely. Adore couldn’t keep it in, and her new found friend seemed nice and trustworthy.

“OooOh! That’s why you were all tomato red!” Fame giggled, jumping up and down. It was 5 minutes before class finished so Fame and Adore whispered in a crowd of classmates talking loudly.

Adore groaned as she grabbed Fame’s shoulders. “Shut the fuck up or I’ll snap your fucking neck Fame.” Adore rolled her eyes as Fame calmed down but still had an excited look on her face.

“That is so cool! I could see you two happening!” Fame looked between the crook of Adore’s neck where she could see Miss Del Rio and looking back to Adores face.

“Nu uh Fame, No way.” Adore shook her head quickly, bringing her tattooed hand to brush her hair back, softening her outfit a little. Fame sighed but gasped again as she seen Adore’s tattoos

“Ooh! Tattoos! I have em!” Fame out her top down to show her ridiculous tattoos she had got. Adore mentally groaned as the bell went, signalling lunch.

Adore walked towards a table where she seen Fame, Courtney and 2 other strangers sat. Adore sat on the plastic chair as she looked at Courtney, trying to telepathically communicate with her to ask who the fuck the other girls were. Courtney gasped as she smiled, ready to speak.

“Adore! This is Alaska!” Courtney pointed at the girl with messy platinum blonde hair and nice glittery nails. Alaska smiled.

“Hiiiii Adooore!” Alaska waved, Adore nodded and smiled politely, trying to figure out the girl. She seemed nice and her voice sounds sarcastic, which can be a good thing. She seems stoned. Finally, a stoner sister she’s been waiting for.

“Shut the fuck up Laska, your voice is actually like that.” The unknown girl spoke up, causing Adore to snap her head to the girl and then look at Courtney.

“And that is Willam.” Courtney smiled, gazing at her. Adore wouldn’t call it sudden instinct but she knew when her best friend was eyeing her new prey, and this would be one of those times.

“Nice to meet ya Adore, heard a lot about ya.” William nodded, flipping her mixed colour blonde hair to behind her back. William seemed like a good time. Adore smiled and picked her bag up, getting lunch out.

“So Adore,” Alaska started, eating a strawberry. “Are you going to Raja and Raven’s party?”

No, Adore thought, I’d rather fucking kill myself.

“Um, nah Alaska, I’d rather sit in my dorm, smoke a joint and wait for a drunk Courtney to come home and take care of.” Adore shook her head like she was shaking off the idea of socialising. Adore wasn’t asocial, she just preferred chilling out and listening to good music and since Courtney wouldn’t be there, she could to another activity which is stalking and to do some investigating on Miss Del Rio.

Alaska gasped and Willam stood up, putting her hands on her hips which were exposed because of the nice belly top and shorts combo she was wearing.

“Adore Whatever-your-Last-Name-is, You are going! You seem badass and cool and it seems you like to get drunk or high, either or, you’re fuckin’ comin’.” Willam finished her rant with a bow, causing the girls sitting at the table to giggle.

“I prefer getting high but being drunk isn’t so bad. But Willam, it’s fine I wanna chill. You go all have fun kiddos!” Adore laughed, putting her chin in her hand, smiling profoundly at the cool friends she had just made.

“Besides,” Adore started again. “Isn’t the party in College Campus? We’d all get caught and thrown out.”

Alaska shrugged her shoulders.

“I don’t think so. Just as we don’t disturb others I think it’s all good.”

Adore was not getting out this one.

“If you don’t, I’ll drag you there.” Willam stated with that Courtney looked up and replied back.

“Bitch, you can’t even lift me!”

Willam smirked.

“Can I not now?” Willam chuckled as she grabbed Courtney under her armpits and flung her over her shoulders.

Courtney was screaming but giggling at the same time, unable to get out a sentence of request of letting her down. Willam wasn’t for having it so she kept spinning Courtney about on her shoulders as everyone giggled.

Suddenly, Adore felt a hand tapping at her arm. It was Fame.

“Please come Adore, I need someone to give me courage to talk to Violet. Pleaaase. You might meet someone there!” Adore groaned as Fame pleaded to her.

“Fine, I’ll go. But you owe me!” Fame’s eyes lit up as she jumped up hugging Adore.

“Thank you! Thank you!” Fame laughed.

“Guys, Adore is going!” Alaska shouted to Courtney and Willam who were jumping about.

They all cheered as Adore chuckled, silently preparing for the night ahead.

Fuck me.

Fame, Willam, Courtney, Alaska, Violet and Adore were all in Courtney and Adore’s dorm, getting ready and having pre-drinks before the party. Fame had invited Violet along, who was already friends with Willam so everyone knew each other. Adore put on a playlist in the background, she didn’t drink much during pre-drinks and wasn’t planning on getting piss drunk.

Violet was wearing a knee length, off-the-shoulder PVC dress that was tinted bright red, with her black slick hair up in a pony. She looked amazing.

Courtney was wearing a short, spaghetti strap, lace light blue dress that her blonde her curled perfectly down her back. Adore’s best friend was gorgeous.

Willam was wearing a glitter dress that shown her cleavage, it was short nonetheless and she probably wore it because she wants everyone to look at her, which is cool.

Alaska wore a bright yellow belly top with a dark blue skirt that hugged her waist. Her hair remained the same messiness it always seemed to be in.

Fame was wearing a pale purple stretch dress that reached her ankles, it looked angelic,and along with her make-up she looked drop dead gorgeous.

Adore felt stunning, but tired. She kept her long hair straight, and wore a long Thrasher t-shirt that basically resembled a dress, it stopped just above mid thigh. She decided to bring out her red thigh high boots. Adore felt extra sexy tonight.

“Everyone ready?” Violet asked, applying more of her lipstick. Fame smiled and grabbed her bag, along with Courtney, Willam, Alaska and Adore.

“Yup! Let’s fuckin’ do this!” Willam shouted, grabbing Alaska’s arm, proceeding to skip out.

Yeah Willam let’s do this.

The crew walked in and expected everyone to not care but they all turned to look at the new college kids. Willam loved and craved the attention so she started dancing, going straight to the kitchen for booze.

The house seemed nice and large, she had’t met Raja or Raven but Violet said it was all okay for them to go.

“Here, loosen up a bit.” Willam handed Adore a beer and Courtney a cider, giving a flashy smile.

“I’ll loosen up if you refrain from dancing on the table drunk.” Adore giggled, linking her arm with Courtney as they walked into the living room where everyone was.

“Can’t make a promise.” Willam winked and jumped up on the coffee table in the centre of the room and started to sing and dance to the music.

That was Willam done for the night.

“I better keep an eye on her.” Courtney mumbled into Adore’s ear, quickly winking at her. What the fuck is it with the winking today?

“Just use protection or something us lesbians use.” Adore slapped Courtney’s ass as Courtney giggled.

“I’ll try, I really like her y’know.” Courtney blushed as Willam moved through the crowds and grabbed Courtney’s hand, pulling her up on the table to dance.

“I know!” Adore shouted from the loud crowds, sighing.

After 30 minutes of awkward shift dancing, Adore decided to look for Fame. She had figured Fame went to a bedroom to touch up her makeup but ended up finding Alaska instead.

Adore opened the door and was about to shout for Fame but quickly retracted as she seen Alaska and this other girl with peach have and pale skin kiss her on top of the bed.

“Sorry guys, I’ll let you get to it.” Adore closed the door, turning back to head downstairs. She heard a ‘Thank you’ from Alaska and giggled at her new friend being so open.

Adore had now came to the conclusion she needed a drink. She discarded the empty beer bottle and headed to the kitchen again, grabbing a red cup with unknown liquor in it. She downed it quickly, earning a ew stars from others in the kitchen but her eyes finally found Fame and Violet, who were leaning against the work top.

They seemed really deep in conversation so Adore kept out of it. Adore proceeded to drink the weird liquid that would run her throat every time she took a drink. It was Vodka, and it was her new best friend.

An hour passed and Adore was fucked. She wanted to process her thoughts on why she got that piss drunk, but she couldn’t hold her body weight. She texted Courtney a drunk ‘Gwet homed safely XxxxX’ as she walked outside, swaying in the front garden where a couple were passed out there.

She walked across the park that connected the campus, holding her bag close to her and looking down. She was freezing cold and it was well past midnight.

How did you get yourself into this damn mess.

She reached the pathway where the yellow street lights beamed on Adores arms. After a minute of walking, Adore kept tripping up, hiccuping and her tummy was no feeling too good.

Adore fell. She caught her foot at the back of her heel and fell to the hard concrete ground. She groaned as she rolled over to her back and lay down. The bright street light glared at her as she lay on the ground. It was peaceful at 2.04 AM, until she heard a car pulled up next to her.

“Adore?”

Uh oh.

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