#i'm taking this as positively as i can though and the tow truck guy and i may or may not be best friends now

[seosejun]

After months of promising activities only for none of those activities to happen, Sejun made waves with a performance at the 2024 Seoul Waterbomb. He performed four songs: two he released as a solo artist and two from 1V1’s discography. Though his performance was generally received well in the moment, he was subjected to criticism surrounding his position as an idol, his relationship with his label, and his lack of public decorum the minute the first fancam was uploaded.

As per usual, he seems to be operating under the assumption that any news is good news. Fan speculation that he no longer wants to be an idol has only intensified, and his performance seemed to be another attempt at tarnishing his idol image. It’s probably the most successful one so far. He was criticized for not being very family friendly (saying ‘fuck’ every three words) and setting a poor example of how an idol should behave (not showing any remorse for saying ‘fuck’ every three words). A few fans have began to put the onus on C Entertainment to reign him in the way his former company did. A protest truck eventually made its way to the label’s building, where it was towed away less than fifteen minutes later—clearly, a sign that they do not care.

SET LIST

MELODY — The title track of Sejun’s debut mini album, NEW GAME. Released in 2023.

GO BIG OR GO HOME — Originally by 1V1. The promoted b-side to their second mini album, LEVEL II. Released in 2021.

OK — His solo track from 1V1’s disbandment full album GAME OVER! Released in 2022.

GALAXY — A b-side from his second mini album, RNG. Features fellow former 1V1 member KIM CHAN. Released in 2023.

VIRAL MOMENTS

He started off his set with his debut song, MELODY, which he performed in a plastic poncho. He is extremely unserious. The poncho later sold out online.

He did have a hard time taking it off after the song. He held his still-on microphone too close to the plastic, resulting in feedback and his worst aura loss in recent memory.

Some of his song introductions went viral. MELODY, was of course, the poncho. He introduced OK by laughing while saying, “I fucking hate this fucking song” and then putting on a good show anyway.

Prior to the performance of his final song, GALAXY, rumors about Chan making a surprise appearance spread like wildfire. Sejun was in on it too, telling the audience he had “a special guest” he thought “everyone should meet.” After an extremely dramatic pause, he followed it up with, “Nah, I'm just fucking with you guys.”

He was not dancing on that stage. He didn't do a single choreography point from Go Big Or Go Home. It’s like he never even filmed the Galaxy music video.

A YouTube comment under a fancam of his performance went viral for proposing a drinking game with a shot every time he swore. The commenter provided a time stamp for every occurrence, which came out to 84 times. The top response, with more likes than the original comment, simply reads, “alcohol poisoning.”

Between songs, he addressed the music-less allegations head-on for once, saying, “Don't blame my company. They'd fucking love it for me to put out another album. I don’t feel like it.” Common reactions to that included “it’s his job,” “he’s burnt out,” “how can he be burnt out when he doesn’t do anything?” and “maybe we'd be distracted if he took off his shirt.”

1V1 fans in shambles as usual. They thought Chan was going to make a surprise appearance and he didn’t. Sejun went twenty minutes in public without talking about Alex, which might be a personal best. He is not nearly as well-behaved as he was in 1V1.

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[gobbluthbutagirl]

in case anyone wants to know how my interview went yesterday:

so basically they had me drive a half hour out there just to tell me they didn’t think i was qualified lmao. like you could’ve just told me that over the fucking phone instead of wasting my time lmao! but like even before that i was realizing i absolutely did not want this job. i was supposed to call the guy i was interviewing with when i got there and i literally had to call him 3 times before he picked up(and ofc he had no voicemail either) so like, red flag number one. then the moment i walked through the doors into the actual bakery i started having like war flashbacks to my old job and i was just like ‘oh my god i do not want to go through this again’. THEN the actual interview started and just fyi for those who have never worked in a bakery/restaurant kitchen/etc they are really fucking loud. and this man was barely speaking above a whisper. so ofc i could hardly even hear his questions. it lasted less than five minutes and at the end he told me verbatim ‘based on your resume, your experience is not enough, so we will not be moving forward with your application’ LIKE YOU’VE LITERALLY HAD MY RESUME THIS ENTIRE FUCKING TIME SO WHY’D YOU EVEN CALL ME OUT HERE GENIUS??? so i was just like, ‘well, thank you for your time’ and then i got the fuck out of there as quickly as possible.

and then here’s where the REALLY fun part comes in. i was literally less than ten minutes away from my airbnb when i got into a crash that totaled my car. my car which is still filled with boxes and boxes of stuff i was keeping in there until i move out of my airbnb and into more permanent housing. i was mostly uninjured except for a cut on my leg and some scuffed up fingers from the airbag deploying(basically i was t-boned on the passenger side so my car took the brunt of the impact) but my car was beyond repair. i still don’t know if/to what extent all the stuff i had in the back was damaged. a ceramic travel mug that was in the passenger side cupholder survived the impact but the plug part of my phone charger(which was plugged into the center console) did not. the fire department got there first, then the cops. they took down the information(but apparently the other driver and i have to actually go online and file the report ourselves due to some recent law change) then asked if i had a ride/anybody i could call to come pick me up. i was like, ‘no, i don’t, i’m from south carolina, my family is 2500 miles away, i’ve been here for 3 days and i literally know nobody.’ the cop was like, ‘well, i can either impound your car and you can come pick up your belongings and pay the fee later or you can have the tow truck guy tow your car and go with him, but either way it won’t be cheap.’ i was basically hysterical at this point and i was like ‘it doesn’t matter just do whatever’ and she was like ‘ma’am i can’t just do whatever you have to make the decision yourself.’ so i ended up calling my dad to get his opinion and the tow truck guy talked to him directly and we ended up going with that option.

so i rode to the collision center with the tow truck guy then called geico to file a claim(which according to the collision center guy was a much faster way to get a rental than using the app), then ended up being on the phone with the geico guy for about an hour. by the time it was all said and done with my phone battery was about 40%, and by the time i was in the rental car it was down to 26%. but here comes the kicker: not even ten minutes after i left the rental car place i was involved in ANOTHER collision. fortunately this time it was super minor and the police didn’t need to be called; i just exchanged information with the guy and he drove off. but i was thoroughly shaken at this point and i was like ‘i am never driving again for the rest of my life’. also my phone was down to 13% by now. so i called the rental car place and explained what happened, and they said i could either bring the car back or have it towed back. well obviously i did not want to drive that car back to the rental place(plus, as i noticed later, i had gotten a flat tire at some point before/during/after the collision) so i called the tow truck guy, who said he was towing another car but he would get there as soon as he could. my phone was at 5% during this conversation, which quickly became 1% and essentially rendered me unable to use it for fear of it dying completely and leaving me with no way to get back to my airbnb. i wound up standing there waiting for about an hour and at one point this man literally pulled his car over to the side of the road and got out so he could hand me his business card ‘in case i ever wanted to hang out’. like thanks dude good to know i’m hot i guess but can you not see that i am literally in the middle of a crisis right now? fortunately though that guy wasn’t the only one who pulled over and the other guy was actually sane and stood there waiting with me so i didn’t have to wait alone, which i really appreciated.

anyway the tow truck guy finally got there a little while later and i rode with him back to the rental place, where he tried to convince me to get another rental and i was just like ‘nope, i’m never driving again’. they wound up putting the rental on hold so i could come back and get one if i changed my mind but like. i’m not changing my mind lmao i’m not getting behind the wheel again until i’m familiar enough with the area that i don’t have to rely on google. which is most definitely going to take longer than the week that a rental car would be covered by my insurance. so i rode around and talked with the tow truck guy for a while before he eventually brought me back to my airbnb, where i proceeded to stand in the kitchen in my underwear and eat ricotta cheese straight out of the tub and then cry in the shower and in bed for at least an hour. it was like 9:30am when i left my airbnb and 8:00 in the evening when i finally made it back. i fell asleep close to 11 then woke up at 2, tried for an hour to fall back asleep then gave up, called my mom(thank god for time differences) and talked for like 90 minutes, then eventually managed to get a few more hours of sleep.

so yeah, my life basically got turned upside down yesterday. i’m out at least $550 for the rental car, and my stuff is still sitting in my totaled car at the collision center. i think i’m gonna end up renting a storage unit for it bc i don’t want myself or anyone else to have to deal with lugging my 100+ pound rock collection up and then down all the stairs at my airbnb. on the bright side my anustart vanity plate is still in perfect condition but on the downside the front bumper of my car basically fell off and is now inside my car on top of all my belongings. and i’m stuck using uber or public transportation for the foreseeable future and basically when i transition from the airbnb to wherever i end up living i’m gonna have to fly my dad out to help me move, which is gonna be another large chunk out of my savings. and all because that fucking bakery couldn’t just tell me over the phone that they didn’t think i was qualified.

[the-maidofgevaudan]

OBX: THE COLLEGE YEARS

Phantom

Authors Note: The first story in my College OBX idea. JJ Maybank x OC. GIF not mine (creds to owner). Sloane arrives at OBX, meets the pogues, attends her first boneyard kegger, and we get a peek into JJ’s night life.

Warnings: Cussing? Sexual Innuendos?

Words: 3.6 K

"No, no, no, no, no. No!" Sloane pleaded with her car as she began to see smoke coming out of the hood. She had been driving for hours and had just passed the "Paradise on Earth" sign letting her know she had made it to the Outer Banks. She pulled over and popped the hood releasing even more smoke into the air. She groaned and pulled out her phone to google for local auto shops. The closest one was called Kildare Tires & Auto Repair Shop. She pressed the phone icon next to the name and her phone began calling the shop.

"Kildare Tires & Auto, this is Hank." A voice on the other end spoke.

"Hi, I was driving to town and my car started smoking really bad." Sloane started. "I am not really sure where I'm at, but I passed a sign a little while back that said "Paradise on Earth."

"No problem darlin'. We'll send someone out to get you." Hank said.

"Okay, who will you be sending? I just don't want to get kidnapped." Sloane explained and then felt ridiculous for asking.

"JJ Maybank will be the one to come get you. Shouldn't take him longer than 15 to get to ya." Hank said and abruptly hung up.

“Maybank!" JJ heard Hank yell into the garage.

"Present." JJ said sliding out from under the hood of a truck.

"Catch." Hank said as he threw a set of keys at JJ. They landed square on his stomach before he realized it, causing him to let out a grunt.

"What are these for?" He questioned.

"We got a call about a girl stuck on the side of the road. You're the low guy on the totem pole, so you're picking her up and bringing her car in." Hank explained as he walked back into the office with his back to JJ leaving no room for argument.

Truth be told, JJ didn't mind being sent out to get the cars. He enjoyed a break from being in the garage where he received endless orders from the other guys. He also didn't mind when the people he picked up were pretty girls. He quickly made his way across the island and found where the girl Hank was talking about had broken down. He could see smoke rolling out from the hood.

JJ got the truck positioned in front of her car with ease and stepped out to talk to her. "You weren't trying to hot box it, were you?" He asked the girl with a smirk.

She looked confused at first and then responded, "Oh no, I don't smoke." Not once did she crack a smile at his joke either. "What's your name?"

"JJ."

"Well thank you, JJ. They said you would be coming to get me. I just wanted to make sure you were the right person and not a serial killer or something." She said and then motioned to the car for him to get started.

"No problem. Well, it'll only take me a second to get it all hooked up and I can give you a ride to the shop. If you have anyone you can call to pick you up, you might wanna do that." He said starting to get the car hooked up to the tow truck.

"Are you able to give me a ride? I'm actually new here. I just got into UNC and I have a roommate, but I don't actually have her number, just her email." The girl rambled out.

"I've been known to give pretty girls a ride or two." JJ said with a cheeky grin. The sexual innuendo must have sailed right over this girls head though because yet again, no smile. "Where are you moving to?" JJ said, moving the conversation forward.

The girl showed him the address on her phone and asked, "Do you know where that is?"

And oh boy did he. He chuckled a little reading it, so she was going to be Kiara's new roommate. "Yeah, as a matter of fact I do know where that is."

They quickly rode back to the shop and got things settled there and then JJ was driving her to Kiara's. During the ride the girl didn't try to make any conversation. She spent most of the time looking out the window or at her phone. JJ settled into the silence; he had accepted defeat for now. With the girl moving in with Kiara he would have plenty of chances to try and crack the hard-ass facade she had going. The fact that she didn't crack a smile or blush at any of his jokes only made him want to try harder; he hadn't had a good challenge in a long time.

He took this opportunity to get a good look at her. She was pretty- there was no denying it. She had the hair of a porn star and the face of a goddess.

As JJ pulled into the driveway to the small house Kiara started down the porch. JJ hopped out and yelled, "delivery," in a shrill high pitched voice.

Kiara looked confused and then noticed the girl step out. "You must be Sloane," Kiara said.

The girl nodded and said, "It's nice to meet you. Kiara right?"

Kie nodded, "Yeah. You can head in if you want. I'm gonna have a quick chat with JJ." The girl, Sloane, grabbed a few of her bags and started at the house and then turned to JJ and said "Thanks for the ride."

"Anytime." JJ said as she continued into the house, his eyes following her figure until it was covered by the front door.

Kiara gave the boy a smack to the back of his head and he yelped. "What the hell was that for?"

"You know what that was for. How the hell did you end up with my roommate already?" She fussed at him, clearly frustrated. "Her car broke down. They sent me to get her."

"Please tell me you didn't flirt with her."

JJ's cheeky grin was the only answer Kiara needed. She went to swat his head again, but he dodged it this time. "Don't worry about it. She wasn't fazed by my charms."

Kiara gives him a questioning look like he's lying. "You're lying."

JJ shakes his head, "I wish I was Kie. I used the same lines twice last week and got laid both times. I don't know what this girls problem is."

Kie lets out a laugh. "Well, leave her alone. I need a roommate."

"No promises."

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Sloane wanders through the small house until she finds the mostly empty bedroom that she assumes is hers’. It’s nothing to write home about, but it will suffice. One of the perks of choosing to live with Kiara was that the room came furnished. There is an old bedroom suite in the room consisting of a bed frame, mattress, and a dresser. Sloane takes note of the room and makes a mental note of a few things she will need to buy: a desk, a chair, and maybe a small vanity. She begins unpacking the few bags she managed to carry inside.

As she unpacks she can’t help, but to think about JJ. She has never met someone so forward. Sloane can’t imagine that any of the lines he uses ever work on any girls. He was attractive though and he definitely has the mischievous smirk down to a science. If he does get laid often, Sloane decides it's due to his good looks. She instantly wonders if he and Kiara have ever slept together.

As she’s trying to reason through that scenario, Kiara knocks on the door bringing Sloane out of her thoughts.

“I see you found your room.” She says from the doorway. “I know it’s not much and if you want to get rid of the furniture you totally can.”

“No, thank you though. I didn’t bring any and I don’t really have the funds to furnish the room.”

“No problem. I had JJ bring in your other bags and boxes. They’re by the front door. I would stay and help, but I have to run out to work a little while or my boss will kill me. There’s a party tonight though on the beach. My friends and I are going and you should come.”

“I don’t know. I have a lot of unpacking to do and…” Sloane begins, but is quickly cut off by Kiara. “I have other friends besides JJ and they’re really nice. One of them is a girl named Sarah- she’s also going to UNC. You should come to meet her- it would give you someone to know when you’re on campus.” Kie reasons.

“Yeah, sure. I’ll come.” Sloane gives in.

“Great. I will see you there! I’ll have one of my friends come by and pick you up.” Kiara says quickly as she dashes off. Sloane groans and goes back to unpacking.

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“Welcome to the Outer Banks.” John B says as he drives to the beach.

“Thanks.” Sloane says. “Nice ride by the way.”

“Thanks, I’ve had it since high school. We call it the twinkie.” He says referring to the van they are riding in. It reeks of weed which John B promptly blamed on JJ and Kiara, but Sloane thought it was adorable and unique. “So we are headed to this spot on the beach called ‘The Boneyard.’ We’ve been drinking there since high school. There’s pros and cons to being a Pogue; downside of Pogue life is we’re ignored and neglected. Upside is we are ignored and neglected, which means we do whatever we want, whenever we want.” John B says with a smile.

“What’s a Pogue?” Sloane asks, not entirely understanding what he’s meaning.

“Ah. Pogues, pogies, they’re the throwaway fish. Lowest member of the food chain.” He says and looks at Sloane to see if his explanation has helped. Noticing her still furrowed eyebrow he continues, “So The Outer Banks, it's the sort of place where you either have two jobs or two houses. Two tribes, one island. The pogues, us, or the working class live on this side- The Cut. The other side of the island is called Figure Eight- that's where the kooks live. Rich assholes with two houses.”

As he finishes and looks over at Sloane she begins to chuckle. When John B doesn’t smile or laugh himself, she stops. “Oh you're serious. I thought you were messing with me.”

“Why wouldn’t I be serious.”

“I just didn’t imagine I'd moved somewhere with a very real turf or class war or whatever it is that's going on here.” She explains incredulously. “So you, JJ, and Kiara are all… pogues?”

“Yeah, sorta. Kie grew up on Figure Eight. Her parents are kooks and have a ton of money, so when we started hanging out Kie was a kook financially. Personality wise though she was a pogue. Her parents own a restaurant called The Wreck, she still works there- surprisingly.”

“Why is that a surprise?”

“Kiara’s parents didn’t appreciate her hanging out with pogues,”

“Aka you and JJ.” Sloane interjects.

“Exactly.” John B says with a smile which Sloane returns. “Anyways, she had a lot of fights with her parents throughout high school, so the moment she turned 18 she moved into the house down the road from the Chateau.”

“The Chateau?” Sloane questions.

“It’s the house me and JJ live in. My dad called it that and it kind of stuck.” John B says with a sentimental look. “Kie’s parents were pretty devastated when she moved out, but begged her to stay at The Wreck for work. I think the only reason she agreed to keep working there is because she knew she couldn’t leave and find a job that would pay as much as her parents were paying her.”

John B brings the twinkie to a stop and parks in front of a beach. Sloane looks out the window to see the beach covered with people. They all seem to have red solo cups in hand. John B gets out and starts walking down the beach with Sloane following. “So Kiara and JJ?” Sloane questions.

John B lets out a chuckle, “They’re just friends. Have always been just friends. They are kindred spirits, but it will never pass friendship. We kind of have a rule about that anyways. No pogue on pogue macking.”

“That’s kind of a dumb rule. Plus why would you guys make a rule like that when Kiara is so pretty?”

“Oh yeah, well Kie made the rule. She came up with it pretty soon after we all started hanging out. I think she wanted to ensure we would all stay friends. Although, it didn’t stop JJ from trying for a while- he eventually gave up though.”

“Yeah that doesn’t surprise me about JJ,” says Sloane. John B raises his eyebrows and gives the girl a look. “He flirted with me mercilessly earlier when we met. Does that usually work for him?”

John B lets out the biggest laugh, “Yeah somehow it does. Trust me, I don't get it either.”

John B offers to go grab the two of them drinks and look around for the other pogues. Sloane gives him a nod and decides to wait here for him to come back. She decides she does trust John B. She likes how open he is and she feels like she’s known him her whole life when talking to him. He’s one of the most beautiful creatures she’s ever met and it's not just about his face, but the life force she can see in him. His smile is pure and genuine.

He comes back to her with JJ and Kiara in tow. The three of them are clearly bickering about something, but stop the moment they are within earshot of Sloane. “Here ya go.” John B says, offering her a cup of beer. “Oh thanks.” She says taking it from him.

“Thanks for coming, Sloane.” Kie says smiling and cheering her cup with Sloane’s. She returns the smile and takes a sip from the cup John B handed her.

“So she does not smoke, but she does drink beer. Noted.” JJ remarks.

Sloane rolls her eyes and turns her attention to John B, “So are all the people here pogues?”

“No, some are pogues, some are kooks…”

“Like the asshole over there in the UNC shirt with the frosted tips.” JJ interjects.

“Ugh, who invited Topper.” Kie groans.

“Probably Sarah.” JJ says as he gives John B a look.

“I’ll ask her when she gets here. Anyways, back to your question, Sloane. If they aren’t a pogue or a kook then they are what we call a touron.” John B finishes. Sloane notices some tension in his voice at the mention of Topper.

“Sarah, the one that goes to UNC?” Sloane asks.

“Yes, and John B’s kook girlfriend.” JJ answers for John B. “She used to date Topper.”

“Keywords ‘used to’.” John B says and walks off motioning that he's going to refill his drink. Kie sees someone she knows and darts off leaving Sloane alone with JJ.

“So Sloane, what's your story? You a man-hater in general, or do you just hate me?” JJ asks, giving her a smirk.

“I think it's just you.” She grumbles.

He laughs once and Sloane decides he’s the worst kind of confident. Not only is he shamelessly aware of his appeal, he is so used to women throwing themselves at him that he is regarding her cool demeanor with him as refreshing and she rolls her eyes at the thought.

“You got a twitch? Your eyes keep wiggling around.” He laughs again when Sloane glares at him. “Maybe that’s just a me thing too. Those are some amazing eyes though,” He says leaning in towards her face. “What color are those, anyways? Blue?”

She had been staring back into his blue eyes as he was leaning forward and when she notices how close they are she looks away quickly.

“I can’t figure you out. You’re the first girl that’s ever been disgusted with me before sex. You don’t get flustered when you talk to me, and you don’t try to get my attention.”

“It’s not a game. I just don’t like you.”

“You don’t know me.”

Her frown involuntarily smooths and she sighs. “You’re right. I don’t know you, but I know guys like you. I don’t like being a foregone conclusion for the sole reason of having a vagina.” She stares out across the beach looking around and notices a fire has been started. She snaps back to JJ when she hears a choking noise from his direction.

His eyes wide and quivering with howling laughter. “Oh my God! You’re killing me! That’s it. We have to be friends. I won’t take no for an answer.”

“Fine, we can be friends, but I'm not sleeping with you.”

“Yeah, yeah I get it Sloane. Just friends.” JJ says with a genuine smile.

For the first time she’s known JJ, she softens and returns his smile. “Phantom!” Some guy yells as he passes the two of them.

“Did that guy just call you phantom?” Sloane asks JJ.

“Yeah its a dumb nickname and its not important.” He shrugs and points to where John B stands with a girl with blonde hair. “That’s Sarah. Come on and I’ll introduce you.”

As they walk towards the couple Sloane notices how comfortable they are with each other. They are both talking to other people as they’re standing together and every now and then one of them touches the other. Sarah grabbing John B’s arm or hand and John B putting his hand on the small of her back periodically. The familiarity of it makes Sloane smile.

“Sarah!” JJ shouts enthusiastically and brings the girl into a hug.

“Hi JJ.” She says with a silvery voice.

“This is Sloane. She is Kiara’s new roommate and is attending UNC.” He gestures to Sloane who is standing there smiling. “This is Sarah.” He then gestures to Sarah looking at Sloane.

“Nice to meet you.” Sloane says, sticking her hand out for a handshake.

“Nice to meet you.” Sarah returns and sticks her hand out. “I see you’ve met JJ.” She teases with a knowing look.

“Alright. I introduced you to Sarah, so my good deeds are done for the night. I am headed off to mingle. Goodnight ladies.” He says and darts off towards a group of girls.

“So what’s your major?” Sarah asks.

“Nursing. You?”

“Business. My dad kind of insisted. He wants me to take over the family business someday.” Sarah explains. “I didn’t mean to run JJ off, by the way.” She notices Sloane looking at him across the beach.

“Oh no it’s fine. I was looking for Kiara.” Sloane lies. “Speaking of JJ, Some guy walked by and called him Phantom. What’s that about?”

“He’s still doing that?” Sarah snaps looking at John B. He puts his hands up in a form of surrender and looks at Sarah innocently. “I guess he is. Look Sarah, we need the money. Paying to live at The Chateau isn’t cheap.”

They both turn back to Sloane who has a confused expression still on her face. “JJ has been fighting in a secret fight ring for a few months to make some extra cash.” John B explains. Her line of sight drifts back to where the blonde boy is standing on the beach. “The guy who sets up the fights came up with the name the first night JJ fought and it stuck. He hates the nickname though- reminds him of his dad.”

Sloane wants to press for more information, but can tell the subject of the conversation has turned too personal so she lets it go. She sees JJ standing talking to a man with dark hair now off to the side of the group of girls. She sees no less than 5 girls repositioning their shirts to show off their boobs more or hiking their skirts up to show off their ass and she scoffs.

Kiara approaches the three of them standing there with a worried look on her face. “Why the hell is he talking to Barry again?”

“He’s apparently still fighting. Fuss at John B- He knew.” Sarah says cooly.

Kie glares at him. “John B! You said you would tell him to stop!”

“Hey! I said I would ask him to stop; I never said he would.” All four are now watching JJ as he shakes hands with Barry. “They shook hands; he’s got a fight. You know he’s gonna want us to go watch.” John B says to the girls.

“He’ll be lucky if I don’t beat his ass myself.” Kie seethes.

JJ strolls over to the group with a wide smile. “Tomorrow at midnight. UNC biology building basement I have a fight.”

“JJ what the hell did we talk about!” Kie yells.

“Mama’s mad.” He fake pouts. “Come on Kie. You know I’m good. I don’t know why you worry so much about me fighting. We need the cash. Do you want us to lose The Chateau?” He pleads with Kie taking her hands in his.

“No,” She breathes out. His wide smile appears as easily as it went away moments ago to produce the fake pout he put on to coerce Kiara. “You all have to come tomorrow night to the fight. It’s going to be a big one. That means you too Sloane.”

[sweetmusingss]

"Oh, I am sure they will still write something and I am sure I will get asked about you in my interviews. Everyone always wants to hear about my super famous boyfriend and I can't really blame them. You are so much more interesting than me," I say, laughing softly before taking another sip of my wine. All this time later, I still had trouble from time to time when it came to taking compliments. I wasn't nearly as insecure as I used to be but I still had trouble believing that I was anything special. I felt very fortunate to be in the position that I was in, though.

"That's not true at all! I am not super famous and I am not more interesting than you. I played a guy with a metal arm. You actually sing and dance and do live theater. I'm only cool due to CGI, you're not." Seb pouted at your words. Even though you tried to play it off as you were joking, he knew deep down you weren't. This was just another reason why he was glad he wasn't going with you. You needed to realize that you were talented in your own right and that people were just as interested in you as they were in him, and your relationship with him.

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Emma continues to drive you back home, focusing on the road but listening to every word that you were saying and glancing over at you every time that she was at a red light. "I can call the tow truck for you so that you don't have to worry about it," she offers. She just wanted to help you and make things a little easier on you. "But nope, with the cold weather, today was surprisingly quiet. No one wants to go out and cause trouble with the weather like this," she laughs softly. "Getting a call from you was the most exciting part of the day," she admits, flushing immediately when realizing she probably should not have said that last bit out loud.

I flush at her words, fidgeting with my bracelet as she continues driving, biting my lip nervously. "I doubt it has anything to do with me... I just think you like saving damsels in distress." I tease her, always telling her during our late night text convos how she was such a 'princess charming' and how she always managed to save the day when it came to attractive distressed women. "I'm glad you had a slow day though. You deserve some down time." From the way Emma talked about her job during our texts conversations, it seemed like she worked herself too hard sometimes, burning the candle at both ends with being the sheriff and being a mom, and I just hoped she found time to relax.

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I'm currently stranded in high water and I have many questions. via /r/cars

I'm currently stranded in high water and I have many questions.

If only afrotc had cancelled pt due to the lightening.

Long story short, it's 6am and I'm stuck sitting in high water because my apartment complex doesn't have an effective drainage system. My car almost got to higher ground before the engine suffocated (I assume), and it won't start so I'm guessing it's flooded.

I am getting a tow very soon, but firstly, I'm just curious how many people this has happened to. Is my car completely kaput? The floorboards aren't wet so I'm really hoping it's not as high as it looks from my window, though the back end is probably even deeper.

Scratch that- as I'm typing some other cars booked it out of the flood area and rocked the water around my car. Kind of pushed some water through my door. Rude.

But a guy did drive up next to me and ask if I was ok. I had to open the door, which showed to be about an inch from the water. He got out fine.

I think I'm literally in the very worst spot, as other cars seem to have little trouble getting around me. What poor luck, yeesh! Maybe I should have gone slower to get out, like they were. I didn't floor it, but I did try to keep a good speed to push my way out, which probably was not the right idea. That probably works better for sand, I guess.

I was upset that I had just gotten it repaired, too, but I'm hoping that'll make it more resistant to whatever water got into the engine. We replaced the water pump and the valve cover gaskets, so those shouldn't be leaking anymore (and less prone to being flooded, I guess). I have no idea if this is accurate, just trying to find something positive. Feel free to correct me if this is not the case.

Ack, every time someone goes around me it sounds like they're hitting me; the water goes "THU-THUNK" as it hits my car. I've never gotten stuck like this... this is almost surreal.

Thanks for any replies, helpful or not, as this is kind of more of a "look how much I fricked up" post more than anything. At this point I'll take whatever I can get!

Edit before actually posting: got the car towed, the tower guy said my car was probably definitely dead. He said he felt bouyancy on even his truck when he pulled me out, but he also told Geico that I was in 4' of water so idk how much he was exaggurating about that too. I'm 5' 4"; the water wouldn't have gone past my knees.

The car and myself are parked in front of a repair shop now, which opens in an hour or so. Idk if it was already there or not, but there's a big oily puddle under my car. May be it drying out (oil is probably a bad sign, but again, this is a repair shop so may not be mine). I'm well prepared at this point to have a dead car.

Edit again cause I sounded like I was discrediting the tow truck driver: It was on a slope, so it was probably higher than I was aware. Not 4', but still pretty high up there. He mentioned that I may need to get the whole car rewired.