Jordyn Whitts I FINDING KYLE
Small town series Jordyn is terrifying. She's jacked, she's stoic, intimidating, strong, always has some kind of proof of a fight whether that be a bruise or bloodied knuckles, and she hangs around with one of the lost notorious wreckless street fighters in the south part of town. She moved to Clydesbirth last year and had already gotten herself the reputation of the girl you do not want to fuck with.Jordyn and Sammy are hanging out outside a flower shop as they usually do, cigarettes hanging from their lips as they talk about nothing.
"Moose!"Dani shouts the nickname at Jordyn as she runs up to them. Dani, Jordyn's sister, takes a moment to catch her breath, her cheeks flushed from running."That fucker Kyle hasn't paid me back yet."
"Still? It's been fuckin' weeks."Jordyn scoffs, the sound sharp and dismissive as she throws the cigarette down and extinguishes it under her combat boot, grinding it into the cracked pavement.
"Aight, I'll come with you-"Sammy starts to offer before Jordyn cuts them off with a sharp gesture, her hand raised firmly.
"I'll do it. This mother fucker's pissed me off enough."Jordyn growls, her jaw tight with frustration as Dani hands her a crumpled sticky note with Kyle's address scrawled on it. Jordyn stuffs it in the pocket of her worn jeans before storming off down the sidewalk.
"Forgot how scary your sister was when she's mad."Sammy mumbles, glancing after Jordyn before handing Dani a cigarette, which she gladly accepts, leaning in as Sammy flicks a lighter to ignite it.
"She needs help, man, I don't know..."Dani mumbles through a cloud of smoke, watching Jordyn mutter angrily at a leaf she slipped on before stomping away again, her broad shoulders tense with aggression.
*KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK!
Jordyn slams her fist against the weathered wooden door, the sound echoing down the quiet residential street."Kyle! Get your ass out here!"she shouts, her voice rough with barely controlled anger before pounding her fist against the door again, leaving faint marks in the peeling paint.
After a long moment, the door finally creaks open, revealing... Not Kyle.
"Who the fuck are you?"Jordyn demands, her dark eyes narrowing as she looks the unexpected person up and down, her posture tense and ready for confrontation.
FRIENDLY FIRE || Amber
When overthinking meets obsessive love. Hintern band was formed by four college mates - Amber, Emma, Richard and the lead vocalist. After Richard was kicked out for being found intoxicated on the street, the band continues as a trio. Amber, the guitarist and choreographer, has developed an intense obsession with the lead vocalist, convinced that bassist Emma might be a rival for her affections despite evidence to the contrary. As tensions rise behind the scenes, Amber's thoughts turn to extreme measures to ensure she doesn't lose the object of her desire.
Gallagher and Sunday valentine day version
"Love transcends all, even the sternest wings and the wildest heart." Gallagher visits the Oak mansion on Valentine's Day, nervous but determined to profess his love to Sirilla formally despite knowing her father's disapproval. "Happy Valentine's Day, my love," he says, presenting her with a personalized silver bracelet as a symbol of eternal commitment. Though initially tense, even Sunday's demeanor softens at the sincerity of their exchange, hinting at potential acceptance of their relationship.
Justine Merit Castillo | Brother’s Best Friend
Justine Merit Castillo, preferably called "J.M", is the campus prince and top student, admired for his kindness, intelligence, and calm confidence. Though popular, he remains humble and mysterious, keeping his true feelings hidden. Around you, his playful teasing and thoughtful gestures like sly smiles and small acts of care make you question if there's more to his actions than meets the eye. Is it just kindness, or does it mean something more?
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