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✦ ✧ ✦ Dark brown eyes flicked down to gaze at the key clutched in between the other woman's fingers. Saying that she wanted to burst out into tears was not even an exaggeration at this point. Luckily, she was able to hold it in. This woman was her absolute savior. She supposed she didn't have to break into her own home today, although the thought of it did sound kind of fun, albeit really inconvenient. "Oh my god. I really wasn't expecting you to conveniently have them." She was lucky that June hadn't already turned them in to the front desk. Though, Marissa still couldn't help but wonder how she even lost them in the first place. Thinking back to her actions, she couldn't reach any conclusion as to what led to this occurring. She shook her head slightly to her own thoughts and reached for the key. "Thank you so much. I would've been stuck out here for another hour or two otherwise." It was a good thing she didn't have too many plans for later. Who knew what would've happened if June wasn't here for her.

There was the sound of Marissa shuffling the key into the little hole and turning it. The door made a little clicking noise as it unlocked, and Marissa grabbed the doorknob after. She opened up the door, revealing an area by the door that looked similar to a living room. "You can grab a couple of bags. I think I have eggs in one of them though, so just be careful." Marissa slid the keys into her pocket before leaning down to grasp a good majority of the groceries from the floor. Then, she turned and entered her house. She quickly glanced around at all the furniture inside, relieved that everything looked orderly and clean. "Uhm, sorry if it's messy." Maybe saying that would make it appear like she knew what she was doing more.

[ oh wow, that's really late! i'm only awake because i'm super sick right now and fell asleep for half the day, so i'm not tired anymore ]

✦ ✧ ✦ If a shocked reaction was what June was hoping to get, then she was probably about to get disappointed in a moment. Marissa had been in her own share of horrible and questionable incidents, so hearing June's story was nothing unusual in her opinion. It did cause the corners of the smaller girl's lips to tug into a smile before she laughed. "That sounds pretty rough." She could imagine the scene in her head. It was disappointing, and yet, Marissa felt like it was something that she would probably do, if it wasn't for the fact that she was luxurious enough to have her own table. "I remember I went through a patch like that once. Two years ago in college, I had a super tiny dorm, and I had to use an iron just to heat up some chicken nuggets." She still was a college student, but at least she had an oven and a microwave now. A sarcastic sigh escaped from her lips. "It be like that sometimes."

Soon, they arrived at the kitchen that Marissa led the taller girl to. She lifted up her arms and began picking up the bags, putting them onto the counter nearby. "You can just put them here or on the floor. I'll probably be putting most of this stuff in the fridge in a second, anyway." Once everything was off her arms, Marissa let out a little huff. She could see red markings and lines where the bags had been digging into her olive-toned skin. She crossed her arms and hummed in thought for a moment before speaking. "Thanks for everything. Maybe I could invite you some time if you want? Just so you don't have to eat on a cardboard box for once."

✦ ✧ ✦ Once the phone was extended out towards her, Marissa glanced down at the device. She waited a second before gingerly taking it away from June's grasp. "I'm the first, hm?" she muttered underneath her breath. The tips of her thumbs tapped against the screen quickly. Once she put in her number and filled out her first name, she saved the contact. Before Marissa handed the phone back to June, however, she opened the messages. She began to randomly tap against the keyboard before sending the jumbled mess of letters. It was only then that Marissa handed the phone back to June. "There. I just sent a text to myself, if you were wondering. Just so I can know that's you." After a few moments, she shrugged.

Marissa turned her attention to the counter, beginning to rustle through some of the bags. She pulled the various things she bought out of them and placed them down against the counter. The empty plastic bags were thrown onto the floor. She would pick them up after she was done sorting through the stuff. "So, do you like it here?" Her brow slowly raised up in question. "Or is it a little too early to judge?" From her own experience, Marissa liked the apartments. Sure, it felt a little bit weird and took a bit of time to get used to, but now that she was, she felt comfortable.

✦ ✧ ✦ Turning back around, Marissa could see that June was picking up the bags that the brunette had carelessly tossed onto the floor. "Oh. You really didn't have to do that, but thanks." She took a step forward, gently taking the plastic grocery bags June had gathered up from her. Now that she was gripping onto the bags, she stuffed all of them into a single bag. Marissa usually liked keeping the plastic bags for other purposes, and she usually had a big bag that she stuffed all her other ones into. She wasn't sure what else she could do with them other than to reuse them, anyway. Was there even anyone who didn't do that? While shaking her head slightly to her own thoughts, she tilted her head up slightly to look at June. "Oh, really?" she began with one of her dark brows slowly raising. "That's the exact opposite of me. I grew up in Brooklyn." Where she used to live, there was always some sort of activity going on. It was a lot quieter here than it was back there, that was for sure. Slowly, her shoulders lifted up into a shrug. "But here I am now, I guess."

At her latest question, Marissa paused for a moment, as if she didn't have an immediate response. "Well... there are things I like and things I don't like, of course. It's still kind of weird compared to how I used to live." There was nothing wrong with the small town itself, however. It was a pretty decent place to live. Most of the people Marissa came across were agreeable, and she supposed it was a lot safer when compared to the area she used to live. "I moved here... pretty much a year ago, I think."

[ sorry for the delayed response! i've been super busy trying to finish up my work so my responses might be kind of delayed until i'm done! ]

✦ ✧ ✦ "A veteran?" One of her brows slowly started to raise up, an amused smile now present on her face. Of all things, she definitely wasn't expecting to be described like that. In terms of time, a year really wasn't all too long. "I'm pretty sure the person next door to me has been here practically half his life. I'm not sure why you'd do that to yourself though." Once again, there was nothing wrong with Gibson, but Marissa couldn't possibly understand why someone would want to live here for more than a few years. In her opinion, the place could get kind of boring, with how quiet and too serene it was. Some people would've appreciated the tranquility, but there was just something about the wilder and more populated areas that Marissa was most comfortable with. Yes, it was currently her second year in the area, but the brunette didn't consider living in Gibson permanently. Things just happened to be a lot cheaper in a small town than in Brooklyn, so until she was capable of racking up a little more money, she was staying.

It took a moment after June spoke before Marissa nodded. "Maybe," she said and shrugged. By the way she was wording it, it seemed as though Marissa was implying that her family didn't miss her or care, but that really wasn't the case at all. She was always super close to the other members of her family. Downplaying the situation just helped her not think about her homesickness. After a few seconds, she blinked and slowly looked back up at June. "You good?" she asked all of a sudden. She had noticed some of the woman's other actions, like her chewing on the tips of her thumb and her hands running along her necklace - all signs hinting towards anxiety. "I hope I haven't scared you already or anything," she teased.

TELL EACH OTHER YOU'RE THE ONE, WHILE WE'RE LAYING BY THE POOLSIDE.

GENERAL:

✯ marissa luna castellano.

✯ her most commonly used nickname is mari, although she doesn't care what people call her.

✯ currently twenty-one.

✯ birthday is june 21st.

✯ designated female at birth, identifies as such.

✯ homoromantic/homosexual.

APPEARANCE:

—— really small, only standing at about 5'2". there are probably some ten year-olds taller than her

—— a lot of people think she's younger because of that. she's stuck in that stage where she still needs to show her id at bars every damn time.

—— olive-toned skin

—— has long and thick brown hair. it's naturally slightly wavy. she tries hard to take care of it and considers it one of her only redeeming qualities.

—— her hair is dark brown, nearly black.

—— her eyes are practically the same. you'd have to shine a light into them to actually see her pupils.

—— has a very defined jawline

✯ BODY MODIFICATIONS:

—— has a couple of ear piercings. she has triple helix piercings and two lobe piercings on each ear.

—— has a roman numeral tattoo going down her spine. it's kind of like this.

—— also has a dragonfly tattoo on her ribs. i. ii.

✯ REFERENCES: i. ii. iii. iv.

PERSONALITY:

—— stubborn as hell. she refuses to get help from anyone and it's really hard to change her mind

—— she's bold and daring, and doesn't have a filter with what she says or her actions

—— really adventurous. she loves trying new things and doing dumb shit for curiosity's sake

—— she's calm in a way that it's really hard for her to get upset or mad at other people. she's not calm in the sense that she has a lot of energy

—— honest to the point where it's kind of brutal. she doesn't mean to hurt people's feelings, but when people ask for the truth, she's going to give it to them

—— tries to show as much compassion as she can. she knows what it's like to go through hardships and as such, feels for people who go through the same

—— at the same time, if you do her dirty, she will be really petty

—— so passive aggressive. she has no shame when it comes to her feelings about other people

—— social butterfly. she loves talking to people

—— quite playful and enjoys teasing and messing with those around her. her sarcasm can also make her seem kinda bitchy, but she doesn't really mean it like that

—— has a lot of sass. she can be relentless sometimes

BACKGROUND:

—— marissa's family moved from mexico to the united states two years before marissa was born in california

—— they lived with relatives until they eventually moved away. they took their relative's prior house, but it was hard to maintain due to insufficient money

—— marissa's father worked most of the time while her mother took care of her. eventually when she got older, she had to work sketchy under the table jobs

—— she'd still attend school at the same time and was kind of bullied because of her financial status. she would get in trouble for sleeping in class a lot too, since she'd usually stay up at night working or studying

—— she took school pretty seriously since her parents considered it an opportunity to make a living

—— when the web started getting more popular, the family moved so her father could enroll into a local college and started learning various programming stuff

—— he started off by wiring websities/databases for money. he also got a job under a larger company and started building a reputation for himself/making connections

—— eventually, he made his own startup. after building it up, he sold 20% of it to a larger company for a large sum of money. they worked on expanding the company and made even more money

—— her father also invested in a ton of stocks and made money off of that

—— since they were financially much better in their teens, marissa was able to quit her job and focus mostly on school. she ended up graduating with high grades

—— her parents encouraged her to go to college even with all their money. she enrolled into ucla and is a psych major, but honestly has no idea what she wants to do

HEADCANONS:

—— loves dogs with every fiber of her being. she wants one badly but knows that if she went to a shelter, she'd probably bring all of them back

—— can handle alcohol surprisingly well. she could take a couple of shots and still be fine

—— her sleep schedule is so bad. she's that type of person who'll beg you to go to sketchy restaurants with her at 3 am or casually text you at ungodly times

—— she's that type of person who seems really innocent until she opens her mouth

—— big fan of horror/suspense movies, usually because a lot of them are done so badly that it's funny.

—— has a mild cursing habit. it's nothing excessive or annoying. she just likes being "colorful"

—— probably spends most of her money on food more than anything else tbh

—— like she probably spent $100+ just on girl scout cookies one year

—— and even though she has a lot of money now, she still probably eats a lot of ramen

—— loves spicy food but would rather die than eat anything remotely bitter

—— has no problem calling people out on their bullshit. she shamelessly throws all the shade

—— the type of person who references vines at random

—— cannot draw whatsoever. her drawings look like something a kindergartner did

—— but then to contrast, her handwriting is super pretty

—— really loves to cook and bake and is actually pretty good at it

—— would probably fight anyone who threatens people she cares about even though she's so small

—— kinda acts like she's on something half the time and really... who knows

—— actually hella smart?? she just really loves acting stupid because it's fun

—— but at the same time she has no idea what's going on 98% of the time

—— has that wine aunt who's a really bad influence sort of vibe

GETTING TIRED FROM THE SUN, FADING IN AND OUT OF LONG NIGHTS.

✦ ✧ ✦  Originally, it hadn't been Marissa's idea to go to the music festival. The thought hadn't crossed her mind until her friends brought it up. Thus, it hadn't made much sense when those very people abandoned her to do their own things. Maybe they were off getting drinks? Having a random hook up with a stranger, or maybe even each other? Who knew, but regardless, they were completely out of sight. Not that Marissa could really see much past the darkness and other people's heads. Instead of bothering to text or call them, she had decided to tag along with a different group of individuals her age. After all, her phone was only at 8%, and she couldn't waste the little sliver of battery she had waiting for her friends to respond. Nor did she want to spend her time in solitude.

And that was why she was currently huddled in the crowd in front of a large stage. Music boomed loudly, along with the accompanied screams and shouts of many eager viewers. Marissa could barely hear her own thoughts over the sounds of the singer on stage. All she knew was that whatever this was, she didn't like it. The people she tagged along with... they were cool or whatever, but there was no way she was going to last another second listening to the repetitive song.

After letting out a loud sigh, she turned and attempted to make her way through the crowd, trying not to brush shoulders against the obnoxiously loud teenagers and adults gathered. It took a while, but she finally found herself out of the crowd. Her legs carried her further and further away, until the music faded into the background. Although the sounds fell much more quietly to her ears, she could still feel dull vibrations underfoot. However, this new state left her wondering. What would happen now? Would she actually go look for her friends, or wander aimlessly?

Her questions were quickly answered when she suddenly felt a heavy impact, soon followed by a cold liquid drenching onto her skin and soaking into her clothes. "Oh my god! I'm really sorry!" she heard a deep voice say. Instead of saying anything, all Marissa did was raise up a single thumb and shoot a smile before walking away. She didn't really have it in her to complain about some guy semi-ruining her clothing. With the cool air against her skin, Marissa could feel the liquid getting stickier as it dried. It was disgusting. Even so, she was still curious enough to raise her hand to her lips and take a little taste from one of the droplets. It was kind of like sprite, maybe? She wasn't quite certain, but she wanted it off.

It wasn't long before she found herself standing in front of a taller rectangular porta potty. Some of them had sinks, didn't they? Marissa reached her arm out and tried to open up the door, to no avail. She supposed it was occupied. A little huff escaped from her lips before she crossed her arm, only waiting for another minute or so before impatiently knocking against the door. Though, her attitude changed when she heard the sounds of retching, making her wince slightly. Well, at least there was someone out there having a little less fun than her at the moment. "Yo, are you okay? You've been in there for a while now." Her hand lowered down from the door. Even if Marissa was feeling gross, she didn't want to be a complete dick.

full name: jamie aileen callaghan

• name meaning: jamie – scottish name meaning "supplanter"

aileen – irish name meaning "light"

callaghan – irish surname translating to "contention of strife"

• nicknames: her name is already pretty short, but she's had people call her "jay".

age: currently twenty.

• birthday: april 12th

• zodiac: aries

gender: designated female at birth, identifies as such.

sexuality: homosexual/homoromantic.

references: i. ii. iii. iv.

faceclaim: dominique provost-chalkley

aesthetics: scented candles, driving at night, sunset, laughing at 2 am, oversized sweaters, holding hands, the moon, falling leaves

headcanons:

– super cheerful and happy all the time. she's bubbly, but not in the naive way

— like, a lot of people think she's innocent just because she kinda gives off that aura?? but she really isn't in reality

— really passionate about a lot of things. she won't shut up about the things she likes if you give her the opportunity to speak about it

– doesn't know how to play any instruments, but she can sing well

— but she never does it in public regardless because it's embarrassing for her

— loves animals. except bugs. they can go to hell

— dogs especially. she loves them with every fiber of her being

— if there's something she doesn't like, she will speak up about it shamelessly

— she seems like the type of person who doesn't curse, but she tends to a lot

— honestly the stuff she says can get really bold or even strange, but people find it endearing just because of her personality

— has a ton of wild stories, and she finds the strangest opportunities to tell them

— she seems like that one person who knows a bunch of useless trivia, and she honestly probably does

— she was like that kid in high school who got in detention for the dumbest shit

— she was probably kinda popular though just because of how outgoing she is

— tends to be really sarcastic and dramatic sometimes, but it's usually for humor and not because she's serious

— she's the type of person who happily suggests "kill them!" as advice

— REALLY extra

— tries to act like she's all that, but is really a softie at heart

— stays up at ungodly hours just looking at memes or random videos

— also is that type of person who eats everything and still doesn't gain a single ounce

— gets really passive aggressive when it comes to people she doesn't like, and she never tries to hide how obvious it is

— probably doesn't seem like the type, but she can make a move and be flirty when she wants to be

— like, she's had a few flings, but she doesn't seek stuff like that often

— somewhat recently diagnosed with a terminal illness and it kind of terrifies her

— she does a very good job at hiding it though

— she has to go to hospitals and use a lot of different stuff for treatment frequently

— she always grew up around a TON of pets and loved animals so she went to college to be a vet

— she still has a ton of pets at her mom's house

— but anyway, she's considering dropping out, but not until her family learns about her health

(c)trexgirl

[ if you think your post was bad, then i'm literally so sorry for everything you have to read from me djdkskejd ]

✦ ✧ ✦ There was the sound of the door gently rattling before it slowly opened up. In the crack that was made, Marissa couldn't quite see a person, but a pair of dark brown eyes gazing back at her. With the added silence, it was a little bit unnerving of a sight. All she could really do was blink back, and it was only then that a thought suddenly came to her. Well, shit. What if she was interrupting some crackhead's business? More importantly, a wasted crackhead's? The creeping feeling in the back of her mind only got stronger when she realized the person was quite obviously looking her up and down. Maybe speaking up hadn't been such a good idea... But then again, when did she ever come up with coherent ideas?

Unfortunately, it was too late to make a break for it, since the individual was already stepping out from behind the door. She had to tilt her head up slightly, as Marissa had to do with nearly everyone, to look at the figure of the woman in front of her. She had long locks of black hair, ending at about her mid-back, with bangs concealing her forehead. It looked quite silky to the touch – not that Marissa was creepy enough to do that right now. Underneath the makeup and glitter on her face, she could see the girl had defined facial features, and pretty ones at that. Any dreadful feeling she had in the back of her mind was completely thrown out within seconds, all because of the presence of some attractive girl. Really though, what could she say? Marissa was relentlessly gay, nor was she in the best state of mind at the moment.

Upon hearing the taller female's compliment, one of Marissa's eyebrows slowly quirked up. Did she really still look nice? After everything she did today, Marissa would've expected to be more of a mess than usual. In its own odd way, it was comforting to hear that. The corners of her lips tugged into a little smile, and her head tilted just slightly to the side as she gazed at her. "You're not looking too bad yourself." One of Marissa's hands went up towards her own dark hair, and she gently began to twirl one of the locks around her index finger. Of all places to flirt with someone at Coachella, she wasn't expecting in front of a porta-potty to be it. Not that Marissa was complaining.

A little chuckle soon escaped from her lips. Although there was a chance it might've just been the liquid courage speaking, Marissa couldn't help but appreciate the girl's blunt statements. She felt more entertained with the girl she spent ten seconds with than the festival itself, which was kind of depressing in regards to the festival. After all, Marissa had spent a considerable amount of money on a ticket, and yet, all she wanted to do was leave, get even more high, or find some alcohol. It wasn't like this was the only place she could do the latter two. "Is that a demand, or a request?" she asked, her tone teasing. "Because if I'm going to be honest... I'm getting a little bored here." After pausing for a brief moment, Marissa winked, as if that would help her get her message across better.

A few seconds passed before she remembered why she even came here in the first place. Although she didn't want to ruin the mood, there was no way she'd last another minute with how annoyingly sticky her hands were. Marissa let out a little huff of air before speaking. "You got a sink in there?" she asked since she was unable to check herself. At least, not without pushing the woman away.

There were several ways home could be defined. By dictionary, it was "the place where one lives permanently," a "congenial environment," or some similar rendition of that. For Jamie, her home was specifically the pleasant little town of Avondale. Nothing seemed to change about the place in the two years that passed, at least from the outside. As she gazed through the taxi window, she could see the same asphalt roads leading to the same familiar buildings. For instance, there was the local diner, where she often went with her friends after school, laughing and talking about the stupidest things for hours. Or, there was the movie theater, where she remembered making fun of all the ridiculously exaggerated horror films that came out — or any movie, really.

Even school, which Jamie seemed to exceedingly hate with a passion during her youth, was nostalgic. If someone asked her years ago where she'd go first upon returning to her hometown, a school definitely wouldn't have been it. After all, who would want to come back to one of any sort? It wasn't like Jamie had forgotten her days of frustration over basic math, nor had she completely let it go. She supposed this was a bit better though, since it was not exactly her prior school, but one specialized for music. There was a particular reason... more specifically, a particular person she was here for.

Save for the taxi driver and maybe a hotel receptionist, nobody was aware she was back in Avondale, and that too was for a purpose. As much as she wanted to tell her family she was here, there was no possible way without those loudmouths spilling everything. Jamie didn't want to ruin the element of surprise she was attempting to achieve. Through small talk, Jamie was aware of where Callie worked among other small details. She figured meeting her at the school would be something her best friend would never ever expect. Well, was she still allowed to call her that? For all she knew, the blonde could've moved onto new people, and of course, there wasn't anything wrong with that. But a part of her hoped that — like most things in Avondale — their relationship stayed unchanging.

After realizing she had been staring out the window for a few more seconds than necessary, Jamie quickly blinked before shaking her head to herself. She muttered a little "thanks" to the taxi driver before opening up the car door, gently shutting it behind her. As she stepped towards the front doors of the building, she could hear the gentle murmur of the vehicle's engine as it drove away. As expected, the doors to the front were locked, so she had to patiently wait until one of the administrators inside the office opened it up for her. Once she was inside, Jamie took a moment to take in her surroundings before heading into the office. There, she was requested to sign a log documenting her arrival, which was an easy enough.

What was difficult was actually finding what room Callie was supposed to be in. Now that she was out of the office, she was kind of lost, even after the people there generously gave her a room number to head to. She was positive she passed by one particular door more than twice now. Why did all the hallways look the same? And why were they so small? She wasn't even that tall of a person. How did little children manage to navigate themselves around this place? Jamie was not about to hurt her pride asking for help with such a basic task, so she continued circling around the building, until she finally found the room. A little huff of air escaped from her lips. That was more annoying than it should've been.

Wooden double doors with rectangular windows led into the classroom. Within a few moments, Jamie was peering through the thin layer of glass, the corners of her lips tugging into a small smile at what she saw. There was the familiar face of Callie, singing and playing her guitar along with another instructor beside her. Even from the other side of the room, Jamie could hear the muffled sounds of their voices and the notes strummed on the instrument. Surrounding them were a bunch of young children with a look of awe struck on their faces at the performance. Although Jamie wanted to watch longer, there was no way she could risk some kid pointing out the creep at the window.

Hesitantly, she took a step to the side and out of view. At least she still had the luxury of being able to hear the sounds of the music from where she was. Jamie waited a moment before lifting up her arm, tilting her wrist to glance down at her watch. Currently, it was 1:43 PM. Surely the class would be over soon?

^{— Outside, the sun shined brilliantly and the viridescent colors of spring were vibrant. The birds chirped gleefully within the trees and the flowers continued to bloom. Green leaves gently flitted at the hands of the wind. Some would've considered the scenery picturesque. However, that wasn't the case for Cameron. The world seemed capable of moving on without her — without Danielle — but she was not as easy to forget. Regardless of how many times she entered the Lancaster residence, she still found herself occasionally taking second glances across the hall, into Danielle's room, as if she was expecting to see her best friend, perhaps sitting atop her bed or doing her makeup. Unfortunately, that wasn't the case, and it never would be again. Danielle was reduced to nothing more than a memory, but one that Cameron would forever cherish.}

^{It was funny how things went full circle. She could recall the first time Danielle mentioned wanting to create her own podcast, and even asked Cameron if she wanted to be a part of it. Now, the brunette wish she hadn't declined, if it meant she could've spent more time with her. Much later, she found herself in a similar position, however this time it was at Aimee's request. Considering she was in the younger girl's room now, sitting at the edge of her bed, her answer this time around was evident. Cameron found herself glancing up from the notes on her phone to gaze at Aimee (or the back of her head, really) when the sound of her meek voice broke the silence. "Yeah, I got your text. I already started looking up some other stuff for today." Upon doing her prior research, Cameron noticed a mild resemblance to current situations, and wondered if it was perhaps intentional. Today, she clearly learned it was not. Sure, she might've spent a few hours gathering information, but she wasn't mad at all when Aimee texted her. The last thing she wished to do was upset her or bring up unwanted memories.}

^{When Aimee turned her head to look back at her, Cameron could tell there was something about her smile that almost seemed a bit... strained. Not that it was surprising. The brunette smiled back at her, however genuinely. The least she could do was act a little bit normal for Aimee's sake. Displaying a somber attitude probably wouldn't help the other girl's own. "Your hair's fine. Great, actually." For a moment, she paused to take a quick glance back at the locks framing the sides of Aimee's face. "Well, actually..." Cameron stood up to her full height and took a step over to the mirror. There was a very obvious height difference between the two, especially now that she was standing a little closer. "You have a strand sticking out in the back. But that's all." Her index finger extended out to point at the hair. Personally, she thought it would've been easier to just flatten it down herself, but Cameron didn't want to invade her personal space if she wasn't comfortable with that.}

^{For a few moments, she remained quiet, mostly in her own head. There was an idea — or really, a suggestion — lingering in the back of her mind. A little sigh escaped from her lips before she spoke. "You know, we could always do a Q&A or something similar instead of a recap." She didn't want to present half-assed information, but more importantly, it just seemed a lot less difficult of a topic for today. "Of course, we don't have to though! No pressure, it's just an idea."}

^{— Chocolate brown eyes followed Aimee as she stood up from where she was previously seated. Her head dipped into an acknowledging nod and the corners of her lips tugged into a small yet soft smile. "Yeah, of course." Cameron hoped that Aimee hadn't been so late on switching ideas out of fear. She was self-aware that she could come off as a little bit intimidating, but it was unintentional. She didn't want her demeanor to hinder what they were collaborating on, but more so, she didn't want to scare someone like her. Maybe she was overthinking it, but she still wanted to reassure her anyway. "It's okay if you ever want to switch things up, you know. Nothing is set in stone." After all, even if it hurt a little to think about it, this was her podcast now, and she had the freedom to do as she wished. "I won't be mad."} 

^{At the mention of her locker, one of her brows quirked up, her head beginning to shake slightly. God,she hated that thing. The few times she bothered going to it, she practically had to sit on the floor just to comfortably utilize it. Thankfully, she preferred carrying her bag everywhere. It was more convenient since she didn't have to stop by that stupid locker between classes, and plus, she had the opportunity to bear a random assortment of snacks with a bag. "That's kind of my own fault for asking for a locker so late." Her shoulders lifted up into a little shrug. For her, its only purpose was to store the textbooks she didn't want to bring everywhere. Some remained untouched since the beginning of the year. "But hey, it's senior year at least. We probably won't have to deal with lockers again."}

^{Soon, she turned away from the mirror and back over to the bed. She took a seat next to her, always to Aimee's right. Sometimes underneath their videos, she saw sarcastic comments asking things like, "What if Cameron sits on the other side?" Sometimes, she thought about it herself, but it just felt... wrong. Extremely wrong."I'm ready to start. But, there is one thing..." In theory, a Q&A sounded like a wonderful idea, but Cameron possessed a single concern — one that would likely affect Aimee more than herself, however only because she was the more composed one out of the two.}

^{"I'm pretty sure there's going to be an asshole or two who's going to keep badgering you about... Danielle." Wow. It had been a while since that name rolled off her tongue. "Just... don't feel pressured into answering anything you don't want to, you know? Even if a lot of people are asking." When it came to Cameron, at least, she didn't consider it completely forbidden to mention the older of the two Lancaster sisters. In fact, she wanted Danielle to be remembered. It was the details of the murder itself that she was not keen on sharing. "That's all I wanted to mention. We can start now, if you want."}