good lord

It wasn’t their first kiss, but Elle would always think of it as so (the real first lips-on-lips moment had been at a party following finals and neither actually remembered it in any sort of detail). After Emmett’s confession outside her dorm’s door, he’d come back with flowers, maybe as a form of apology, but Elle took them to mean he still meant it - of course, he meant it; he wasn’t Warner. 

He had kissed her delicately, and Elle was the one who pushed back, eventually hitting the wall, because, yeah, she’d wanted this. 

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Sam woke up with arms wrapped him on a couch in Leo’s office, not even realizing he’d fallen asleep while working on the speech for the third night in a row. The steady snores from above clued him into the fact that it was Josh who had fallen asleep above/beside/behind. Looking out the window at the morning sun, Sam figured he could sit here, warm and cozy, just a little bit longer, and drifted back to sleep. 

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“Well, this is awkward.”

Nancy rewound the tape again, and another time, and another time just to make sure (“well, this is awkward, well, this is awkward, wellthisiawkward”). The image of Frank Hardy, hands up, surrounded by men with brand-new guns wouldn’t leave her mind until she had found him again, she knew this. The tape Joe had found was giving her nothing, and every time she rewatched the scene cut to black without a spotting a new clue, Nancy could feel the pressure in her chest building, ready to blow.

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Emo Jackson had a reputation around the school (hence, the nickname), but he figured this only strengthened his odds at winning the class president election. The reign of rich kids who hadn’t worked a day in their lives was over if he had anything to say about it and oh, he did. Today will be the start of a new era, he thought, the Jacksonian era. 

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Freddie Trumper watched as the chess champions, again a Russian and an America, this time friends, finished up the final game. He and his colleagues had been long-gone in the world of the living, but he couldn’t pass on; the world had become a new place, one may even argue a more terrifying place, still on the brink of self-destruction with a whole new set of players involved.

The Russian moved his knight forward and whispered “checkmate” - for a moment, Freddie could almost picture Anatoly (and Florence, right behind him) across the table, before the celebrations began.

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