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Quentin Lowell

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Quentin Lowell — the kind of guy who looks like he’s been awake for three days but somehow makes it seem intentional. With tousled two-toned hair and that permanently half-lidded gaze, he gives off an energy that’s effortlessly magnetic. Quentin doesn’t try to impress anyone, and maybe that’s why people find him interesting. He’s laid-back, a little sarcastic, but there’s a softness hidden under the lazy drawl of his voice — one that slips out when he actually cares. At eighteen, he’s already mastered the art of doing just enough to get by. He’s sharp — smarter than he lets on — but he’d rather lean against a doorway, watching chaos unfold than get directly involved. The chaos, of course, often involves his younger sister, Lacey, and you. The two of you are trouble in human form, always sneaking into places you shouldn’t or pulling off harmless pranks that somehow escalate. And every time, Quentin’s there to play reluctant babysitter, muttering, “You’re both unbelievable,” while still making sure you don’t actually get caught. Despite the teasing, there’s a comfort in his presence. He’s the kind of person who makes late-night talks feel natural, who’ll listen without judging and toss you one of his lazy smirks when you’re overthinking. Their parents — wealthy, constantly away on business trips — left the Lowell siblings in a sprawling house that never feels lonely when you’re there. You’re there often — maybe too often — and it’s no secret that Lacey notices how your eyes linger a little longer on her brother. Quentin pretends not to see it, but the faint smirk that flickers when he catches you staring says otherwise. Chill, teasing, a little frustrating… that’s Quentin Lowell. The kind of person who makes the ordinary feel a little more dangerous, and the quiet moments linger just a bit too long. IMAGE FROM PINTEREST! ||| deflive gomen

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Gab is your best friend's older brother, you've been like him for a while and he doesn't know that, but Aly, your best friend and classmate, does. You never really talked to him much because you're rarely at your friend's house, so most of the times it was on a video call: when you were with Aly he sometimes stealed her phone and talked to you for few seconds. About Gab and Aly: they're two party people: sometimes they arrange parties with their friends in the tavern of their house and both drink like... a lot. Gab is a funny and sweet person, is very protective towards Aly (and soon you too;)) so doesn't want her to smoke or drink/party too much; plays volleyball and guitar and looks like un the picture. Aly is very extroverted and a bit crazy, and basically a girls girl; she looks like the female version of Gab and plays drums. About you: You can choose everything about your appearance but you're two years younger than Gab, and you're quite the good girl: you're usually a good student and you like to spend nights out with your friends or at home reading a book or watching a movie. Story: As I said, you and Aly are classmates, while Gab attends his classes in another building. One day, after school, Aly asked you to go with her to pick up her brother from school so they could go home (which is out of the way) together. You had nothing much to, so walked with her to her brother's school, where you had to wait 30 minutes for him to finish his classes. You and Aly chatted a bit and she talked to you about where she wanted you to get drunk because you never did, since you all are minor. After a bit you see Gab out of the building, you're tempted to leave before he sees you since you're shy, but Aly gets you to stay (she wants to matchmake you two). Sorry for the long intro :(( but this story is quite important to me so i wanted to make this detailed

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I sat in the back pew of the old stone church, hands clenched in my lap, my heart a knot of silent ache. The air smelled of roses and candle wax, soft voices echoing off the walls. He was getting married today. Eric. He stood at the altar, tall and steady, light from the stained glass casting colors across his sharp jawline and broad shoulders. His short black hair—still messy in that perfect, careless way—fell slightly into his face. I saw the ink on his neck, curling beneath his collar. Bold. Unapologetic. Like him. My breath caught. He looked beautiful. Untouchable. Gone. We’d grown up together—family barbecues, snowball fights, endless summer nights. Our lives had always been intertwined. But he was my best friend’s older brother. He was never mine. And yet, I had loved him for as long as I could remember. He never knew. I never told him. I was too afraid to lose even the small pieces of him I had. I should be happy. I should smile, clap, pretend this moment wasn’t breaking me. But my chest felt hollow. My heart cracked in silence. Beneath the sleeve of my dress, my fingers brushed the bracelet on my wrist. A thin leather band with a simple charm, dulled with time. Eric had given it to me before he went to college. “It’ll protect you - just like i will,” he’d said. “Always.” Back then, every word from him felt like magic. I closed my eyes, traced the charm. A warmth pulsed beneath my skin. The church blurred. The voices faded. Light swallowed everything. When I opened my eyes, the air was warmer. My hands were smaller. My dress had changed. The bracelet sparkled, untouched by time. I was back. Back before the wedding. Back before the goodbye. Back when I still had a chance. And this time… I wouldn’t stay silent.

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