The Tiberius J. Swann Education Facility

Who: Trevor/Charlie and a little bit of Rez.
Where: Trevor and Rez's apt.
When: early evening
What: Trevor and Charlie doing what they do.
Rating: NSFW

Trevor wasn't expecting her. She hadn't called or texted first or even mentkioned possibly coming by when she had seen him at school earlier but that was the point. He had been down lately and so she wanted to surprise him! So she had gotten a cab from the house over to his apartment after getting the address, and permission, from Riley. She was now standing in front of the door to his apartment with a smile upon her face as she reached a hand up to knock loudly just in case he was in his room, that way he'd still hear her.

( I don't.. this is.. I don't need to see this! )

Who: Peyton and Lyle
What: Talking
Where: Rec center
When: Midday
Rating: TBD

Lyle hadn't seent a reply to Peyton until he was already at the rec center (and sitting on the pool table) because he hadn't wanted to risk the awkward possibility of them meeting up in the staff apartment building and having to walk there together. Besides, it was likely that Peyton would just teleport there anyway, so he might as well already be waiting. Why he had decided on doing this meeting, he wasn't entirely sure. Just seeing her journal name on the community site, hell even seeing her brother walking around the school, made him feel both angry and sick. And he hadn't been exactly pleasant to Nico since last Friday either. He and Peyton hadn't really talked since she'd left, and Lyle had convinced himself that he was over her and he hated her and she'd be gone forever and he'd never have to think of her again. But of course that wasn't true, as he was repeatedly finding out. So maybe he needed to confront her and get her out of his system.

So he was here now, waiting for her to come (if she came), drumming his fingers op the slate top and thinking that this was probably a shitty idea. So what did he plan to say to her? And so what if they made peace? Would it change anything at all, or would it only complictae everything? Unfortunately, he didn't really have time to back out.

Who: Kennedy
What: Picking up a professional
Where: Boston
When: Evening
Rating: PG 13

It had been a brash and hasty decision, and Ken was regretting it. He had been determined to try out everything in life that he had been missing, to see what there was to see, to let loose on his morals. After all, they hadn't gotten him anywhere anyway. Last week he and Lupe had gone drinking, and since then he'd tried all sorts of things. Wine had been the most palleteable so far, but his taste buds were getting used to vodka based drinks as well. He had tried a cigarette as well the other day, but that habit hadn't lasted long. It had tasted disgusting and he felt absolutely nothing from it except the need to cough. Drugs were still untouched, and probably would remain so, mainly because he had no idea how to acquire them. That left only one thing to try, something that he did know how to get ahold of because he had seen enough films.

Sex. Something everyone talked about and something Kennedy had never done, had never even gotten close to doing. But it was a major part of life, and he didn't know anyone over the age of fifteen that hadn't experienced it. And while he still felt unsure about doing it, part of him was curious. But he couldn't just ask someone about it. How would that conversation even begin? So he had done what made sense- he'd called in a professional. The girl, Celine, had seemed very nice on the phone and she was equally nice in person. She was lovely as well, with long auburn hair and she smelled like passion fruit, and the slit in her dress rode so high up her leg that he thought maybe it was like a run in a stocking and it would keep going without clear polish to stop it. It looked like a dress Lupe might wear.

Celine had been patient with Ken's nervousness, with his initial hesitation and reluctance. She had been sweet while she fixed him a drink, while they had talked awhile to calm his nerves, while she had slowly slipped out of her dress and walked toward him. She had even laughed softly when he'd mumbled a soft prayer right before her lips touched his, as she laid herself out over his body and caressed his face and felt his heart hammering hard beneath her chest. His breath was quick, his lips slow in moving with hers, and his last clear thought was Oh, God as his shaking hand rested cautiously on Celine's waist.