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    Not moving, she waited until thy circles back to the aisle she was hiding in so she would find out who it is. Taking a step, she was surprised when they rounded the corner and ran right into her; dropping a clay pot too. Whoa-- wait. I know you from somewhere. Vegas blinked, trying to remember. He was so familiar. A party maybe? A frat boy? No. What school do you go to? Nixon! That was his name! Wait, Nixon, is it? She asked, a genuine grin gracing her features. I didn't know you worked here. I come here every day, why don't you talk to me? She asked, a little offended. Did he not like her, did she smell? She didn't believe so.


    Oh my gosh, I'm sorry! Immediately she bent down, and began picking up the shattered clay pot. Careful not to cut her hand, she separated the dirt from clay to make his life a little easier. Im clumsy, sorry.. I just thought-- were you following me? in the store, of course. Not outside. Right? Of course, Vega! He's not creepy. Just quiet. Standing after taking care of the mess, Vegas smiled. Y'know, I'm actually hurt that you never bothered to say hello. I mean, I only go here for two hours a day. She joked, looking up at him.


    /SORRY THIS IS SO SHORT MY DOG IS W ME AND ITS HIS FIRST RIME INSIDE AND ITS STRESSFUL BECAUSE HE HAS SO MUCH ANXIETY AND AKAKDVKXK
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    It had been a slow day in the shop that day, and Nixon was bored out of his mind. He was currently at the check out table, sorting out the solid cash like his mother had asked him to. He wasn't exactly the best at his job (his mother didn't always trust him with it, in all honesty), but he loved it. He was good with flowers, and most people who worked with him knew it. He was always the one who would be called if a flower was wilting or if one wasn't growing properly. He had been working with his mother in her flower shop since he was a little boy, after all, and she always said that he was her florist prodigy. It was quite flattering, but he didn't exactly feel comfortable at these words. It was as if she wanted him to be a florist when he was done with school. But he had other things in mind, and his mother was perfectly aware of them. He was pursuing a career of being an artist; he was good at drawing and painting, and he was even pretty good digitally. She didn't seem to mind the fact that he was busy pursuing another dream, but he could never really know with his mother. She was quite the unpredictable woman.




    Placing the cash in its rightful place, the pink haired student moved away from behind the counter and out into the aisles of the (actually quite large) store. It was his job to tend to the flowers in the fifth aisle today, and he was reasonably content with this job. The flowers in aisle five were all daisies, and daisies were some of his favourite flowers. If not number one, then they were definitely high on the list. He had the watering can in his hand as he walked down to the end of the aisle, starting water the daisies and prodding their leaves and petals slightly to make them look more presentable to the public eye. He couldn't exactly se how any flower could look unappealing to anyone, but it was his job, and Nixon was a determined person. He would go either full out with it or not do it at all; and he usually opted for the former. Taking a look at one of the pots, he was surprised to see that it was in the wrong spot. It was one of the smaller ones, and it placed with the larger pots. Assuming that it had probably been the new employee who had done it, Nixon carefully held the clay pot and started walk. He was turning into the next aisle (which also held daisies) when he suddenly ran right into someone's jumping in surprise and the pot slipping from his hands.




    He watched in horror as the clay pot crashed to the ground, jumping back and wincing as the pot shattered into seemingly countless pieces. He gasped slightly, it merely being a small, sharp intake of breath. He looked up at the person who had bumped into him, ready to apologize, but he evidently didn't get to do that. His eyes widened the slightest bit when he caught sight of the girl, but they returned to their normal size before she looked at him. He knew this girl. He went to the same school as she did. He was pretty sure the two even took one or two of the sAme courses (probably something like his photography or music class, though. He would've noticed if she was in one of his art classes. Her name was Vegas (he didn't hm now her last name), and she was... well known. He didn't want to say popular, as that might seem like a bit of an unfair label to put on the girl, but that was truthfully the best way to describe her. She was extroverted, she had lots of friends, everyone liked her. Nixon himself had never talked to her, being a bit preoccupied with his own drawings to bother (okay, and he kind of sort of maybe was too scared to talk to her).




    The bright haired male looked over at her in surprise when she spoke, his eyebrows raised questioningly, stating that she was sure she knew him from somewhere. He was actually quite surprised. They did go to the same school, yes, but he hadn't really expected her to actually acknowledge his presence. He was always sitting under one specific tree every day, after all, with his sketchbook or drawing tablet. He was going to respond to her question about which school he went to when she cut heralded off, seemingly having figured something out. His eyebrows immediately knit together when she spoke again.




    "Wait, Nixon, is it?"




    [b]"U-Um, yeah. And you're Vegas? I've seen you around at school. he hurriedly added, not wanting to seem like he followed her around everywhere. After all, he felt like it was alright to say he knew her name now that she had proved that she knew his. He smiled sheepishly at her, biting his lip as she continued, going on about how she visited the shop everyday and hadn't been aware of the fact that he worked there. Nixon seemed a bit flustered at her question, asking why he had never spoken to her. "Uh, I—well, you see—" he started off, stammering violently from nervousness and anxiety. He shut up once she started speaking again and shook his head vigourously.




    "No, no, of course I'm not following you! This is actually my mom's store, I've been working here since I was a little kid. I guess it's a coincidence that we ran into each other." Nixon said, smiling in gratitude and saying "thank you" softly as she helped him clean up the mess. Seeing a few empty clay pots near him, the pink haired male reached out and grabbed two. He put the broken clay shards into one pot while he set aside the dirt into the other. He stood up with both pots stacked on top of each other in one hand, glancing at her as she spoke yet again. A bashful smile lit up his features when she asked why he hadn't talked to her before. "Well, I guess I just never thought to speak to you. I'm usually just tending to the flowers or drawing in the back, anyway." Nixon explained. He couldn't exactly say he shandy noticed her because he had; ever since he was younger and they were in the same second grade class. But she had always seemed so unapproachable; she was such an outgoing, popular person... Nixon, on the other hand, was just very awkward and he just watched her sometimes from afar. She was very pretty, though. She would be the perfect model for him to draw.




    //eek i hope this wasn't too bad
    i changed up their histories a little bit to make it a bit cuter btw
    idk i just thought it'd be cute if he had noticed her coming since they were kids
    *shrugs*
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    Well that's nice to know. Yeah, I'm glad I ran into you. She always acknowledged nixon's presence. Since grade school, she always knew he was there; even if she never talked to him. She was always 'the popular kid' in school, so she didn't get around to conversing with him a lot. But he was still there, and she knew that. All of a sudden, her phone rang in her back pocket, and she grabbed it out, looking at the missed call from her friend Monica.


    I've got to get back, but it was nice running into you, Nixon. Not literally, but you know what I mean. She felt her cheeks light up like Christmas trees for some reason, but she couldn't quite put her finger on why. The two traveled to the checkout, and she set down her basket for him. Pulling out her credit card, she surprised by the sudden voice that called her name. Vegas Morgan? The brunette looked up to see Nixon's mom, holding two flowerpots. A smile lit up her features. Nixon's mom was always her favorite mom when it came to bringing in desserts or setting up classroom parties for Valentine's Day.


    Vega was caught off guard by the strength the old woman had, hugging her tightly. She hugged her back, but it was a little awkward since she was a good foot taller than her. She was a short woman, after all. glancing over at Nixon with a sheepish smile, Vegas looked back to his mom when she finally let go. im glad to see you're hitting it off with my little nixxy--
    oh, we aren't um--
    no, no, my bad. well, it was so nice to see you again!


    Vegas was about as clumsy and embarrassed as could be by now, swiping her card through and signing her name into the pad, before picking up her basket again. Well, I'll see you Monday, Nixon. It was nice seeing you, Mrs. Romano. Vega smiled, waving before turning and exiting the store, walking up the street towards the university. She caught her breath, which she had lacked in that situation, and smiled slightly.
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    then i sat up off the floor and found the breath i was searching for[/fancypost]    		 [fancypost bgcolor=#f2f2f2; border: none; width: 250px; height: 200px; overflow: hidden; padding: 6px;;][fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 250px; height: 200px; overflow: auto; padding: 0px; padding-right: 23px;][fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 250px; min-height: 200px; padding: 0px; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; font-size: 7pt; line-height: 9px; color: #010101;]A very tired Nixon's eyes fluttered open upon hearing the voice of his mother, quite loud and evidently very close to his ear. Groggily moving to his side, the pink haired male groaned. "No, I'm too tired..." he mumbled, his voice thick and muffled, having just buried his face into his pillow. He heard an exasperated sigh escape his mother's lips, and he could basically envision her putting her slender arms on her hips and shaking her head at him. Nixon wasn't usually a late sleeper, even if he had stayed up late the previous night, so he doubted it was actually too late in the day. So why was his mother so intent on waking him up? Pulling the covers up to his face, Nixon turned away from where his mother's voice was coming from. He could still hear her mumbling something to herself, but his ears were covered by the blanket, so he couldn't really make out what exactly she was saying. It was her next words that caught his attention. "Nixon, honey, you have your date with Vegas in an hour." The male immediately turned around, his eyes wide. Oh, shoot. He was to have breakfast with Vegas today. It was then that he noticed his mother's label on his relationship with the girl. Shooting her a look as he stood up, Nixon ran a hand through his brightly coloured hair and frowned a bit, giving his mother a slightly pleading look. "Mom, she's not my girlfriend. How many times do I have to tell you? We're not dating. She's just a friend." he insisted, his hands making wild actions as he did so. He tended to do that a lot.




    Vegas. Vegas Morgan. The mention of her name caused a smiling image of the pretty brunette to jump into his mind. It was a funny thing. Not even two months ago, Nixon hadn't talked to her in years. And now... well, after their little encounter in his mother's flower shop, they had been talking a lot more. Sure, they had known each other since they were little kids, but they had had much different groups of friends. She had been a lot more... well, popular than he had been. He had never minded it, in all honesty. He just regretted it a bit now, because he had missed out on talking to certain people. He did recall shyly asking Vegas questions or something when he was younger, but that had been a long time ago. Before his dyed hair, even. But that didn't really matter right now. Well, now. Now, his mother (and practically everyone they knew) were certain that they were in love with each other. Nixon did love her, of course. He loved all of his friends. Although, at certain times, he did find himself thinking of her as much more... different than the rest of his friends. He wasn't exactly sure how, though. He hurt knew that for now, he wasn't one hundred percent sure on his feelings of her, so he just came to the conclusion that they were friends.




    "Yeah, yeah, whatever." his mother laughed, nudging his arm. He merely rolled his eyes at her, laughing a bit. "Be quiet. I swear, we are just friends." he muttered, his cheeks warming the slightest bit. His mother raised a questioning eyebrow at him, as if saying, really? Nixon just huffed, pouting slightly as he opened his closet and retrieved a pair of shorts, a pink t-shirt to match his hair, and a black hoodie. He walked into the bathroom to take a shower, hearing his mother call out for him. He turned around, his eyebrow raised. "Be quick, will you? You don't want to upset your date." she said, smirking slightly. He just stuck his tongue out at her and closed the door, groaning slightly and hearing the loud laughter of his mother.




    He took a shower and pulled on his clothes in record time, bolting out of the bathroom. He ran down the stairs, stopping in the kitchen to say goodbye to his mother. She grinned at him widely as he kissed her cheek, ruffling his hair. "See you later, Nix." she said. He grinned at her as he bolted out the front door, offering her a two-finger salute. "Bye, Mum." he yelled over his shoulder. As he closed the door behind him, Nixon slowed down a bit. Walking around to the other side of the porch, the pink haired male grabbed his bike from where it was leaning against the wall and walked it out to the sidewalk. He stopped, pulling out his phone and checking the time. Noticing he still had ten minutes, he unlocked the device and opened his text messages, typing up a text to Vegas.




    to: veggie tales




    i'll be at café de lune in five. just so you don't forget :-)


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    Slipping his phone back into the pocket of his shorts, Nixon sat on the blue bike and started pedalling. He had always been very fond of biking, so he basically brought it with him everywhere. As he biked past multiple stores and shops, the colours flew past him in one large blur. He and Vegas both lived in a very mellow, calm part of the city. Their elementary school had had around five hundred people who attended in total. Because of this, they had many small shops, diners, and things of the like siting on multiple long streets, making the entire area look very vintage, yet modern and cute. Nixon had always loved it. His favourite thing about it was the multiple cafés placed on the corners and beside homes. Overall, his favourite café had always been Café de Lune, which was located in Nixon's part of their neighbourhood, which, in comparison to everywhere else, was probably the least known and least populated. It had been the one place he and his mother had always gone when he was a kid, so it always reminded him of home. He had lived bringing Vegas there; a special place for a special... friend.




    Arriving at the cozy café, Nixon got off his bike and put it in the bike rack, quickly locking it up and entering the small building, hearing the soft chiming of bells when he opened the door. He smiled at the owner as he walked in, saying hello and finding a spot to sit. Settling in a booth in the outdoor section, he looked around the place. There weren't many people sitting inside (or outside), so he couldn't have been more content. It was still great when it was busy, but there was a very quiet, cozy aura to it when there was no one there. The lavender painted walls and striped umbrellas sitting over the outdoor tables always had a bit more magic to them whenever he was with someone he loved, too, so he wondered if it would be especially great today. With a jolt, Nixon realized what thought had just crossed his mind. Wait, what? He blinked in slight surprise, then realized a bit. It was platonic love. Of course. Looking around again, a smile broke out on Nixon's face when he spotted a familiar brunette standing inside the store, an open camera in her hand. She was evidently documenting her day (vlogging, had she called it?), so he knew it was Vegas. Who else could it be? Walking back inside, Nixon waved at her. His pace picking up, Nixon opened his arms wide and enveloped her in a warm hug. "I missed you, Veg... I haven't seen you in a few days." he said, pulling away and shooting her a goofy grin.
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    vegas q. morgan


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    the sound of her alarm clock had awoke bed quite a drowsy Vegas, as she sat up and looked around. It was 8:24 am, and she realized she had passed out while studying - hence the books piled on top of her. Sighing, the brunette slipped out of the bed and looked at her phone. A notification came up, peeking her interest. BRUNCH WITH TWIX BARS, 9:30!!! a smile lit up her tired features. I guess it was time to get ready.




    V had vlogged herself getting ready and the walk to the cafe. Vlogging was something she did religiously now on a daily basis for her YouTube channel. She had an astounding 800,000 subscriber count, which shocked her to this day. Stopping in the sidewalk when her phone rang, she looked down to see Nixons text. A smile lit up her features as she shut off her camera and carried on with her peaceful walk to meet him.




    Stepping inside, Vegas looked around at the beauty of this quiet place. It made her at ease for some reason. Spotting Nixon, Vegas's heart leaped as she was engulfed in a hug. Hi Twix bars, I missed you too! She smiled, melting into his embrace before following him outside and sitting down across from him. Over the past few weeks, Vegas was undeniably catching feelings for Nixon. She didn't know how long they would last, but right now it felt like a lifetime.




    How's your day been so far? She asked, a smile plastered across her face as she held her head up with her palms. She loved looking at him. Studying him. He was the most adorable person she has ever met. Her bright blue eyes connected with his own as he waited for an answer, brunette locks shifting slightly in the wind as she did so.




    /this is horrible I'm so sorry brb crying
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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width:480px; text-align:justify;]BUMP BUMP REPLY TO ME WOMAN I NEED VIXON IN MY VEINS

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    [justify]OMG YES AIGHT MY DOOD
    I WILL TRY DOING IT RLLY RLLY ALTHOUGH HEAD'S UP MY GRANDPA'S STILL BEENA T CHEMO N STUFF SO I MIGHT GET BUSY
    also if ur leaving the site how r we gonna keep vixon going strong :'c
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    [justify]yis ok good bc vixon actually gives me life
    also dood i don't even know what we had plotted for this but i'm totally gonna have him walk her to the flower shop and then proceed to stutter as he gives her daisies and asks her if she wants to go out sometime ok bYE
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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width:480px; text-align:justify;]AAAA YES SHE WILL GET ALL EXCITED AND TAKE THE DAISIES AND NOD AND HUG HIM BC SHE DOESNT KNOW WHAT ELSE RLLY TO DO
    also i was thinking what if since she's more of a party girl she has been pressured into sex at parties and instead of fighting against them she thinks it's better to just 'get it over with' so she could be really scared if he even lays a hand on her leg or something

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    [justify]i cri
    wow okay that is actually rlly rlly sad why would you do that to me ?? ?? ?
    omg but like he would just lay a hand on her shoulder or smthn and she starts freakin out and gettin rlly scared and just blurts out "i don't wanna" and he's like "wtf has been goin on in your life hi i need to protect you at all costs" and accompanies her to like every party ever even though he has major anxiety bc he's super scared for her omg my hearT and imagine she even starts gettin wary of him asdfghjkl;
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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width:480px; text-align:justify;]muhahaha
    YES AA she'll immediately just feel a pit in her stomach and start freaking out and crying and saying she doesn't want to and he can just shush her and rock her gently GAH

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    [justify]brb currently making constipated dying walrus noises gotta assure my fam that i'm alive
    yes ?? and like ?? when she starts crying he probably won't even know what to do poor child but then he'll just rlly slowly offer her a hug and like basically refuse to let go bc this is his pure innocent bean and no one is gonna hurt her okay and he'll just keep saying things like "you'll be safe" "i'm here" "i won't hurt you" "you're the strongest person i know" "you're going to be just fine"
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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width:480px; text-align:justify;]YES SAME IM INTERNALLY SCREAMING
    yes and she could just lay on him and curl up in his lap and not let go of him bc he makes her feel so safe
    and SHE'L FALL ASLEEP ON HIM AND HE COULD JuST PLAY WITH HER HAIR AND MAKE SURE SHES SAFE 24/7

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    [justify]NO BUT LIKE LITERALLY IT SOUNDS LIKE I'M GETTING MURDERED RN SOBBING
    yeS and he is just promising that he'll always be there and that he's always gonna help her through everything and he just never wants to let go aAA
    and imagine if they're both at a party and nix needs to step out for a sec bc anxiety and he asks if she wants to come with him and she says that she's fine and he leaves rlly hesitantly but while he's gone for like three mins this creepy guy tries to feel her up and get her to have sex with him i cri mY BBYS
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