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1.

← ME

→ BAE
NOT SO INTO IT

↓
BESTIE ISN'T HAVING IT

DYBING #76 IN DEFENSE
↑

← NO WAFFLES FOR THIS BITCH

RIP
TO THE VICTIMS
🙏🏻

~°•~°•

Fawn was never really the same. She was quieter, more reserved. She was still her old, loving self, but with a bit more edge. A bit more of a wall. She never spoke about Rightmart. She stopped hanging out with that group, with Jess and Bobby, even though they broke up anyway. With Scuba and Yulia, now officially a couple and with Evan and Gaby, ignoring everything.

Fawn stayed with Ryan and Scott. Their friends. Nobody else. She couldn't look at them anymore. So she never did. Even if it was for a year straight.

"Good morniiiiing!" Ryan's voice dragged on as he lay on top of his girlfriend. She let out a sleepy giggle as he kissed her cheek.

"Morning, bub," she smiled into the loving kiss he planted straight on her lips.

"I love you," he whispered. Fawn grinned at this.

"I love you too!"

"Come on, baby, I made breakfast," he pecked her cheek again. She simply just nodded, yawning as her phone vibrated with a notification. It was an Instagram tag.

From an account named @johncarver. It was a picture of the outside of the John Carver House at the Thanksgiving carnival downtown. The tags consisted of @jesswright, @scubadybing, @gabsworld, @evanfletcher#12, @yulez, @bobbygoldenarm, and last but not least, @fawnsspectrum

"Babe?" She looked up at Ryan in confusion. He saw the post on her screen.

"Probably some rando trying to freak us out because of last year. Ignore it, today's our day. We aren't doing anything anyways. Come on, let's go eat breakfast and watch a movie or something, yeah?" Ryan suggested. Fawn simply nodded.

~°•~°•

Ryan and Fawn found themselves at the local Plymouth Park Thanksgiving celebration and carnival, hands entangled as Fawn scrolled through her phone.

"Come on, babe, put your phone down, live a little!" Ryan urged.

"They keep tagging me. Us," Fawn's brows furrowed.

"Still? That's been going on, like, all day. I put my phone on silent," Ryan shrugged.

"I'm trying to report it, but people keep posting it," Fawn spoke. This made Ryan realize she wasn't talking about the John Carver account, but the dumbass video that Evan uploaded to his shitty YouTube channel.

"You think someone's doing it on purpose?" Ryan silently asked to see her phone.

"So- so, anyways... I got back in contact with Jess," Fawn admitted, handing Ryan her phone. He didn't even look at it, shoving it into his pocket.

"Oh? And?" Ryan responded.

"She invited us to be in the parade. On the float. Then she wants us at Thanksgiving dinner, with her family. To make up for last year," she added.

"I'll go if you go," Ryan spoke.

"I might go. I was being kind of petty about the whole thing, I guess. It's not healthy to just ignore it. It wasn't their fault. We talked about all of us meeting up at the diner, to talk things out. To take the next step forward," Fawn added on. Ryan smiled at this, pulling her closer to him.

"I'm proud of you for stepping up like that. Taking accountability and sharing the responsibility. Like I said before, I'll go if you go. You aren't the only wrong who was wrong here. I ignored them too, I admit. And, they're not angels either," Ryan shrugged.

"Okay. I'll go. We'll go. Just don't mention Bobby. He went AWOL after the accident. Lost his career," Fawn informed. Ryan seemed to cringe at this.

"Shit, seriously? And here I was thinking they were fucking end-game," Ryan huffed.

"Yeah. Come on, they said diner by four and it's almost that time."

~°•~°•

"Hey, you guys want tickets to the McCarty Party?" Jacob, a kid from school, smacked a black and neon colored flyer on the table in which the group sat, "I can do a group rate."

"He's charging this year?" Gaby snorted from under Evans arm.

"Yeah, he's been watching a lot of shark tank. Dude thinks he's Mark Cuban," Jacob chuckled.

"No thank you," Gaby slipped the flyer away.

"Selling alcohol to teens isn't exactly disrupting," Evan pointed out.

"No, but it is a recession-proof business. Let me know if you guys want tickets." Jacob urged, pushing the flyer back onto the table, "they're selling out quick."

"How about you finish my fucking history paper?" Evan barked, "and then we'll talk tickets."

"Sure," Jacob rolled his eyes, walking away as the door opened, and in came Ryan and Fawn.

"You're an asshole," Scuba scoffed.

"You're a snob. Be nicer to him! He's a sweetie," Gaby demanded.

"I paid him a pretty decent sum of money. Where the hell is Fawn?... What? I can't write a paper and play football at the same time! You kidding?" Evan was cut off by the bell dinging as the diner door opened. There stood Fawn. Fawn seemed a bit concerned as she squeezed into the booth next to Scuba, Yulia, and Jess.

"Jess? It's Bobby!" she whispered, though admittedly a bit loudly.

"Shit, he's back?" Scuba questioned.

"Wait, why didn't he come talk to you?" Yulia asked Jess.

"I don't know... I haven't talked to him in a year," Jess seemed taken off guard as well.

"Well, that was definitely him. He was in the parking lot by himself. I noticed him when Ryan pulled off to go park the car," Fawn informed, matter-of-factly.

"I don't think so. Maybe not," Jess looked down at her menu. Then, everyone's phone began to chime.

The poster, @johncarver, the post, a dinner table, with name cards. Jessica, Gaby, Evan, Scuba, Yulia, Bobby, Fawn... Those were the only names in frame. The caption was weirder.

"The table is set?" Yulia read out in confusion.

"This is weird..." Jess stared down at her phone.

"This is like... The third one today," Fawn pointed out.

"Nope." Evan shook his head.