#as much as i bitch about the current state of movies damn if the oscars dont get me every time. i want to be at that silly podium

[carcarrot]

i lied i did watch the oscars

[luckywarner]

🍀LOCKED🍀

[We join Jarson just slightly before Jordan has noticed Mucky talking against the wall. They’re dancing, everything’s swell. Jordan is still feeling twinges of guilt in the pit of her stomach, because, need I say it, she totally has the hots for Carson, and she can see her girls watching with smirking approval, and that’s not making things any easier. And why wasn’t LUCKY concerned with the fact that Carson appeared to be flirting? And as a taken girl, why was something in her so accepting of his flirting? Especially since Carson was one of her boyfriend’s best friends? It was the worst thing she could possibly do; get a crush on Carson, but alas. Here we are.

And she’s not acting terribly distant during the dancing. She’s still a Harper, so of course, she’s not gonna completely withdraw herself from the object of her adulterous affections. She’s just gonna feel a little guilty while doing it. #GoodGirl.

These feelings of ‘should I be doing this’ continue while Carson chatters at her, and spins around, and makes her spin around. And in the midst of the spinning her eyes catch a little something.

Could it be that little something she was meant to catch? Could Carson have been spinning her around on purpose? Bet.

So, for a moment, she just looks at Mucky chatting by the wall with a confused expression. She stares, and she can’t really hear Carson anymore, because thEN Maddox does what we just read in pt 3, and she takes a few steps closer, and then another, and the fact, alone that they were talking in the first place was bad enough? But the lack of distance??? The sound of his pulse is beating in her ears, because BOY, SHE’S GETTING PISSED OFF. So, she stops swaying, and Carson looks as if he’s confused by it. (BUT WE KNOW HE KNOWS.)]

What’s wrong? [He looks over to where he kNOWS Mucky is, and here comes the award-winning acting.] Oh– Oh, geez.

I’m going to fucking murder that stupid little bi–… [She’s starting a charge.]

Oh, nononono. [He pulls her back to him.] Not in my house you aren’t. No murders in my house. My dad is the sheriff.

I told her to stay away from him.

I know, I know, but– look, he looks annoyed. He’ll tell her to go away himself.

Or, I could go over there and end it now.

There won’t be any fights at my party either, hon. Let’s just– take you somewhere so you can calm down, okay?

Yeah, whatever. 

Okay. C’mon. [He speaks as if speaking to a big angry bear, and there isn’t much difference right now, honestly. So, just as I said in the last post, he’s dragging her down the hallway, into a room. A study, probably. A bedroom would just be too obvious. So, he shuts the door, and let’s get down to business, to defeat the huns.] Sit.

[She does.] I don’t understand why he even gives her the fucking time of day.

[He, too, sits.] To be fair, Bravo doesn’t really listen to anyone when she’s told to buzz off. So, I assume he doesn’t give her the time of day, and she just doesn’t care.

Why doesn’t he just walk away then, Carson???

Maybe she’s persistent~?

Oh, sure.

Why are you so concerned about it, anyway?

What’d you mean?

You’re so concerned about Bravo flirting with him– has he broken up with you? Has he given you any reason to think he’s into her? Or does this all trace back to the fact that they’ve slept together before, and you’re just insecure about it?

Could you stop reading my mind? It’s creepy.

Silly as ever, I see.

Silly how? With all of that? I don’t think it’s being silly.

C’mon. Maddox Bravo? Really?

Really.

Maddox Bravo. You’re worried about her. Why would anyone, especially Lucky, want Maddox Bravo?

Why not is the better question.

Why not? Because he has you.

That doesn’t stop him from letting her flirt.

So she flirts. What’s it matter in the grand scheme of things?

… Do you think he likes her?

Look at me, Jordan. [He points to his eyes.] Right here. [She does.] If Lucky prefers Maddox Bravo– if he’d rather have her over you, then, one he’s crazy. And two, he doesn’t deserve you anyway.

You shouldn’t say that.

But it’s true. You’re smart, talented, sweet. You have your future all planned out. You’re stupid fucking gorgeous... I could go on. If he can’t see all that,if he likes Maddox Bravo, I have to question his mental state.

You really think all that?

I know so, Jordan. Any guy would kill to have a chance to be with you. 

Any guy, huh?

Any guy with eyes~.

Oh. [So, she gets all sparkly-eyed, and Carson knoWS. The siren has sung, and she’s been played like a damn fiddle. So, here comes her fate. The knife is being plunged into her heart as we speak, because Harper here is doing something so terribly wrong, but so terribly right for us all. So the girl here… She does the thing. She leans in.]

[And loyal ass ho Carson here let’s this go on. He knew it was coming, and he’d prepaRED HIMSELF for this battle. But hey. We’re a sneaky bastard, aren’t we? No, he wasn’t asked to do this, but guess who’s creating mORE AMMO FOR LUCKY??? Carson is. He gonna pull back.]

Should we be doing this? [Because he’s positive that, now that the girl’s gotten a tasTE, he can ask that question and her not change her mind. That’s confidence in yourself right there. #goals.]

If Lucky doesn’t give a shit, why should I?

If you’re sure.

I am. I want you, Carson.

I want you too. [As he swallows some barf.]

Okay. Good. [RIGHT BACK INTO IT THEN?]

[And so it’s happening, and it’s certainly not the most unpleasant feeling in the world, and he’s a pro, so he’s not exactly having a hard time turning off the thoughts of who’s lips are currently on his own, but damn, he is having a hard time not wondering where Lucky is with his whole ‘finding’ bit of the plan.

But, he did remember that Lucky told him he needed to make sure it kept going as long as it took him to “find” them. So, you want to see where Lucky learned it all from? Sensei himself. Gone with the Wind this bitch, she’s close af, and his hands are in some not nice places. (Or very nice, if you’re Jordan.) 

Yup. Minutes are starting to feel like hours under all of this, and, again, though his brain is shut off, and he’s in full-on make-out-mode, he’s still anTICIPATING A DOOR OPENING SOUND?

So, what’s the doof idiot douche gonna do now? Well, first off, she’s gonna pull away. Bad mistake, my girl. Awful choice #2? She’s gonna say something. Whoopie. RIP.]

I really like you, Carson.

[Kill Bill sirens af, as there is an almost panic mode. But he pulls himself back, because, again, professional.] Jordan– don’t talk.

[She seems to have no complaints in following this command. One, I have exaggerated none, and never have. She’s super hot for Carson. Two, she’s probably sexually frustrated af, because Lucky ain’t been giving her any. So she’s not gonna object to shutting up.

So, way down we go, huh? He wants to stop the talking, so let’s stop the time wasting too, eh? Sounds like a good time. By down we go, I mean down they go. LIKE THIS]

[Down onto the couch. HOLLA. Any minute now, Lucky. Whenever you feel ready. Because, Carson does not have any condoms in his parents’ study, and we’re not creating Micaela tonight.

AND GUESS WHAT? HE HEARD MY REQUEST. Because, THE DOOR OPENS. JARSON SEPARATES. GaSP, SHOCK, OSCAR-WINNING PERFORMANCES, AHOY.]

O-Oh.

Lucky!

[Without another word, best actor in a movie turns back around a runs off.]

Shit...

C-Carson, I gotta–

Go.

L-Lucky! Wait! Lucky!

[And now she’s gone, running after him. Once she’s gone, Carson high-fives herself, because everyone is a stupid nerd. But he’s pleased with himself. And now his friends can get what they want! Yay! Okay, pt 4 out. Harper’s time has come.]