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˙ ˖ ✶ Cece

"Singing? Cece have you gone loca? But obviously we need to do Holding out for a hero." Kit mused as he kept watching his friend peruse the music selection. This was definitely a much needed distraction from the fiasco of his love life, and Kit was just about ready to become a spinster and a hermit before Cece dragged him out here and out of his funk. He could always count on his best friends. "And yeah anybody could tell that movie raised you." he said teasing her lovingly. @chcmpagneprblms

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cece needed something like this. the woman had been feeling more established now in new york but work was starting to actually feel like...well a job, instead of just a fun thing she got to do with her favorite cousin, and a part of her was missing ricky just a little bit extra...so the festival filled with drinks, tents and good music couldn't have come at a more perfect time. she was currently buzzed, swaying and singing along as someone finished their rendition of a fleetwood mac classic, and she quickly turns to the other in excitement, eyes bright as she almost tips over her cup in excitement. "oooh, sing with me? you're singin' with me! what should we do?!" she gasps, grasping onto the mini book of selections that a worker hands her way. "i mean don't go breakin' my heart is a classic, of course, but there's also (i've had) the time of my life...oooh! or you're the one that i want!" she looks back over at them from where she's pointing at the line. "ya know, believe it or not that movie absolutely raised me."

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˙ ˖ ✶ Marcus

Kit had been showered with accolades after his first book was published, and even more so when it became a best-seller. Still, all the compliments, all that praise felt about as deep as a puddle on the New York city pavement. He could never truly tell who liked him for him, not for his money, his fame, or even his looks, just him. It was the same back when he was sick, all that pity and those empty I'm sorry, never truly meant anything as people back then thought of him as nothing more than a passing thought. Not when it came to Marcus as he'd realized there wasn't a more genuine soul in the city. Him, Cece, and the friends he's made along the way were the found family promised in all those queer happily ever afters. "You can't please everybody Marcus, but I'm sure the thirsty people of the world which is everyone who is chronically online even the naysayers will be obsessed with your ridiculous good looks. If not I'll just create fake accounts to call them names in your behalf." Kit giggled thinking of all the ridiculous names he could use for those same said accounts. They were both hung up on exes, except at least in the case of Marcus, he could always call her. Kit could never have that luxury. "You butter me up so much, I'm about to become one of your baked goods, Mr. Thompson." he mused, smiling up at his friend. "Though my writing prowess is mostly due to all the free time I had being able to read. I was such a drastically different person before I got sick. I was sorta the queen bee, not a tyrant or mean whatsoever, but people thought I was intimidating which is so bizarre." Blushing at his words, Kit didn't necessarily agree that he was easy to love, but he was glad someone like Marcus thought so, but ultimately it would make his love life harder for a very specific reason. "Then I'm definitely meeting them next time, and I have to say I'm slightly jealous of the us that's actually happy together and not as solemn as we are."

There was a type of dance that these two often engaged in, a kind that was quiet and passionate. Not a game of cat and mouse, but a beautiful waltz between friends as their passions and woes were expressed, and their feeling kept safe within one another. "You know..." Kit paused unsure of how to word what he was trying to say without making it sound weird. "Whatever guy I end up with I already feel so sorry for. Because no matter what he does, or who he is, I'll always end up comparing him to you, and how he'll never be able to beat you in how safe and happy you make me feel, Marcus." Kit finally said with a bit of a sigh following suit. "No other man has ever treated me as good as you do." Talking about Emily made him miss her even more a flood of happy images taking over his mind as all those good times crossed his view like a slideshow. "It was short looking back, but it was a great time, we were just reckless kids in love with the idea of living and love. Emily was probably the most spirited, Omari was our teddy bear, Jason was the leader, Isabella our feisty no bullshit taking queen, and I will probably never stop talking if I keep going." Kit giggled, thankful for whatever this was between him and his friend, this sad but beautiful tale of woes and friendship. "Again Marcus, future Mr. Kit is going to absolutely hate you because he will never be you."

While Marcus laughed at the comment and kept up his usual cheery demeanor, for a very brief moment, there was the smallest flicker of doubt in his eyes. He had a healthy amount of self-love and knew there were some pretty great qualities about him that other people loved, but perhaps there were a couple wounds that dug deeper than he acknowledged that opened the door to a tiny bit of doubt. The end of his last relationship hardly instilled confidence after all. "Hmm on second thought, maybe it's for the best that I don't do any of that then. I'd hate the idea of disappointing that many people and it'd be inevitable that some of them would get disappointed." The hypothetical still managed to make his stomach twist with guilt, reminding him a little of the few first dates he'd been on in recent times to try to move on. It was safe to say they didn't exactly go as well as he hoped they would and he couldn't help but feel bad about potentially disappointing those dates by clearly being hung up on an ex. He wished navigating the whole thing was easier than it was, but since it wasn't, he was content to distract himself by hanging out with his friends. "I think you absolutely could. Then again, with your writing talents, you could probably write whatever for whoever and be wildly successful at it." He made it a point to give as much as he took in all his relationships, which meant Kit would absolutely get showered with just as many compliments as he gave to Marcus. "Oh for sure, I mean, you're easy to love so they'd have no reason not to." They may have been joking around with hypotheticals, but he did genuinely think there were plenty of things that made his friend special and loved him for it. "There's definitely a universe where that's a reality."

Despite the heaviness of their conversation, he had his own little smile as well. There was something so beautiful and comforting about knowing that he had someone to confide in and vice versa and no matter what it was, there would always be care for each other. He couldn't ask for more from a friend and he was glad he was able to provide that for the other. He had this belief that life was so much harder to get through if you tried to do everything on your own and didn't have any kind of support, so he was always more the willing to help and listen where he could. He shrugged gently, "Maybe some things are just harder to put into words no matter how good you are with them?" He suggested. As open and expressive as he was, there were some things that he also struggled to fully explain the way he wanted to with words. He wanted to argue and say that Kit was just as great as anyone else, however, he held back and quietly listened. He wasn't sure there was anything he could say that would completely remedy the other's survivor's guilt. After a moment, he laughed softly as if recalling a memory himself as he pictured Kit and Emily talking about boys. "She sounds like she was a lot of fun to hang out with. I'm really sorry you lost her and your other friends." Whenever he wasn't sure what to say, he thought about what his grandma would say if she was in the room now. "I'm really glad you guys got to have each other in your lives though, even if it wasn't for as long as you would've wanted, and even if it's sort of painful now. I bet you all made a huge difference in each other's lives." He felt they were probably exactly who they all needed in that moment too. "Hey, you could talk forever and ever and I'd be all ears."

˙ ˖ ✶ Devi

"Exactly, like why wouldn't the two hottest people in New York city not have a life changing experience? What's more surprising is that we're here." Kit giggled thinking of how the fates had played their hand and somehow managed to put these two in the same place in this...let's call it an event. "Your mind is a dark place, and I kind of love it. He would probably caress my cheek with the puppets hand." At this he couldn't help but laugh at the mere image and scenario that was now playing in his head. "I know, time is truly just an illusion cause I still feel like I'm in my mid 20's and not about to be 30 years old." Nodding at the prospect of finally understanding what J-Lo's aforementioned and mysterious orange drink was, he was excited to make a new friend out of this horrible experience. "I'll let you handle it, last time I flirted with a straight man he wanted to elope."

Devi wasn't a huge horror fan, however, she had enough knowledge to catch the other's reference and laughed at it. "The worst part is that I could see something along those lines happening." She was perhaps being overdramatic, but she was sure the other dodged a bullet either way. "Oh my god, or like he continued to talk to you through the puppet while you guys were hooking up." She shuddered. Yeah, the duo was definitely getting out of here before the puppet man or anyone else could stop them for yet another encounter neither one of them wanted to be in. "I completely forgot about that. I was thinking this year was flying by, but looking back that whole thing feels like ages ago." She supposed time was just strange like that, sometimes feeling like there was never enough of it and other times dragging on at a snail's pace. "That would be something though. Maybe we could even figure out what orange drink she was even talking about." Maybe the night wasn't so bad now she had an entertaining companion. "I don't think we'll have to, but I'm not above batting my eyes to get some extra."