03.2023 | WELCOME BACK! Hello friends old and new! I'm so excited to welcome you all back to SITW! I've made some changes to the plot and added the ability to play supernatural charcaters! So come and check it out! I can't wait to jump back into this little town with all of you!
A strange history surrounds the town, it is a place where mysterious and supernatural things have been known to happen. The reputation of the town reguarly draws in visitors and newcomers alike. While some residents avidly believe in the supernatural, others are far more skeptical. What do you believe?
Post by West Vanderson on Dec 20, 2023 22:39:11 GMT
West planted his feet in the gravel next to Milo Laurent 's trailer, killing the engine to his ride. He steadied himself and his bike, leaning on the handlebars, awaiting his friend's exit. He didn't expect they would be staying here very long. He'd visited Sunny Heights a few times and found the trailer park cozy. There was something almost freeing about being away from the overbearing mansion and grounds he'd grown up in. But he doubted anyone who felt forced to live here would care and to be honest, he agreed with that.
He'd texted Milo earlier. Since he 'started' college, it had been a while since the two hung out. West was determined to see that amended. He'd brought a gift.
The Vanderson had recently acquired some very nice but potentially illegal weed, courtesy of a very cute friend. He'd tried one already to attest to the feeling of the high and the legal side was really just a question of age at this point. And maybe driving, but he wasn't high right now, as much as he would like to be. That was why he was here, phoning a friend.
Milo had been elated when he'd got that text from West, not that he'd admit that. It had definitely been longer since they'd seen each other than it used to and West was always a good time. He was the perfect friend to get into trouble with though it was rare they got caught. Milo was certainly personally known by the sheriff but it hadn't exactly corrected his behavior. At the sound of the bike approaching his trailer he'd peeked out the window to confirm it was West before tossing on his coat and heading towards the door.
"Where you off to, Kid?" his father asked, currently sitting in front of the small TV with a beer, watching a show about ghost hunters. It was always something like that. Yesterday it had been a documentary about big foot.
"Out," Milo replied with no expression. If the old man had been more drunk he probably would have picked a fight but it was still early enough that the man didn't even seem to hear him nor did he acknowledge him leaving. Milo just shook his head as he walked out the door.
"My Man!!" he said as he greeted West. "Where've you been!?"
Post by West Vanderson on Dec 21, 2023 22:58:24 GMT
The lack of muffled shouting or the trailer shifting was a good sign that Milo's parental nightmare was either not drunk enough or too drunk to function. It was a vice their father's had in common, an unspoken empathy they shared that was made less poignant by poking fun rather than sharing feelings.
"Yo! Milo, bro, it's been fucking ages!" West grinned and leaned forward over the front tire, offering his hand for, yeah, you know it, a secret handshake. Very simple, but one of those things boys come up with because hugs aren't cool in public or private and but sometimes, they just want to show how much they missed each other without words. At least West hoped it was returned.
The blonde leaned back and moaned. "College. I think my mother's planning to kill me if I fail another class. Or write me out of the will. Whatever." He shrugged. "High school still sucks ass?" He'd met Milo more than a few times in detention and shared a work period with him so they could supposedly catch up on class work and homework. West had spent most of that time asleep or discussing video games and movies, and occasionally filling out a worksheet (or Milo's because once in a blue moon something someone was doing was actually interesting) to appease the Dean.
Milo met West in their handshake with more emotion internally than either expressed outwardly. West was one of the only people that had ever really understood him well, not that Milo had ever said that out loud. He also wouldn't say how sucky it had been to not hang with him as often once he started college. College that apparently wasn't going great either.
"The fucking worst," Milo admitted, "oh, and apparently I'm not on track to graduate and if I can't fix it they expect me to come back and start my senior year over. So....ya, going absolutely awesome." He hadn't even actually decided how hard he'd try to graduate this year or not. It sounded like way too much work but having to go for a whole other year...maybe he just wouldn't bother trying to graduate. Maybe someday he'd get his GED. Maybe not.
When West offered to let Milo drive his eyes lit up. He would have loved to have a bike of his own but it was definitely a ‘someday’ kind of dream. In the meantime he took advantage whenever he had the opportunity to use one. “Ah hell ya!” He replied. It was then that the sound of the TV turning off inside kicked Milo into gear. "Shit, let's get out of here," he said, moving the rest of the way towards the bike and hopped on, making sure there was space behind him for West. It was just as the engine roared into life that his dad stepped out the door. The sound of the motorcycle drowned out whatever his dad was yelling at him as they drove away.
"Fucker," Milo mumbled under his breath. "So, where we goin'?" Anywhere was better than being at home anyway.
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Post by West Vanderson on Feb 23, 2024 23:37:31 GMT
It had been far too long since they really hung out. But the point was, they were remedying that right now. He grinned despite his friend's shitty news about school. "You always had to be the cool one, outranking everyone like that?" He joked. But he knew the feeling. If not for his parents threatening him and the fact that he did secretly enjoy some subjects, he would have probably quit. But he was a Vanderson. Vanderson's graduated high school and went to college and married high school sweethearts and didn't get high. Just drunk.
But he wasn't here to push school. Milo would figure it out. He always did. And in the meantime, West would just be there. Seemed to be both the easiest thing to do and the best thing to do for his friend.
He stepped off to let Milo take over, settling in behind him. "No fucking wheelies," he warned almost sternly, if West could be said to manage such a tone. "My ass still hurts after last time." Which was ages ago and might have been his own fault, it was too long ago to remember or actually hurt.
West looked up at the door of the trailer, pursing his lips at Milo's dad. He kept a hold of Milo and turned to offer the man the middle finger. Because what did he care about pissing him off. "Wherever the fuck you want!" he shouted over the engine and then added a bit more helpfully. "The drive-in?" That might give them some cover, both physically and as an alibi, though it would be a bit cold. West didn't care too much about the where.
Milo smirked as his friend warned him against dangerous moves with the bike and he tossed out a quick and playful "You big baby" tease to his friend. He didn't see the tossed middle finger but would probably hear about it later. Not that he would care. In fact he'd be pretty pleased about it. His grin grew wide as West answered his question that reminded him of the freedom they had right now. Wherever the fuck they wanted.
There was a brief vision of just heading out of town and disappearing for an undetermined about of time but it passed quickly. "The drive-in it is," he said, deciding it was as good of a place as any. Plus they had great snacks and greasy food. It was perfect.
Milo really did love this bike. There was a sense of freedom and thrill in feeling it vibrate beneath him, the sound of the engine rumbling in the air around them, and the wind whipping through his already mussed curls. He inhaled deeply, savoring it for as long as he could. He didn't try to have a conversation over the noise but as they drove through main street, shops lining each side of the road, he tossed a smirk and a head nod towards a couple of cute girls who were walking down the street. While he didn't get a good look at their reactions he noticed one of them smiling and the other looking rather annoyed. He chuckled as they rode on.
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Post by West Vanderson on Feb 27, 2024 23:51:38 GMT
More than once, the blond had debated just leaving. Taking his bike and driving off into the sunset to the literal and proverbial 'wild' that was Las Vegas and all of California. Spend his days getting high and watching the surf and feeling the wind in his hair. Spend his nights partying and finding a different cute girl every night. Sure, after a few weeks he wouldn't know what to do with himself, wouldn't have any money, but that was fine with him. Just his bike and the sunset. But the fantasy never lasted very long. He always imagined in ended with some private investigator or glorified bounty hunter who his parents hired tracking him down and dragging him back here.
It was even worse with Price gone. West had never thought he would miss his brother this much. He might have been a kiss ass, but his older brother had schmoozing the parents down to an art. West was woefully unprepared for handling all the extra attention. Unlike his sister.
He too simply enjoyed the roar of the engine and the wind whipping past them, beyond his friend's initial jab which of course earned him a soft physical jab to the shoulder. Milo could be such a prick sometimes. West watched the familiar shops and lights and cars and people, the cute girls catching his attention too. He grinned, happy to see them both noticed his friend. Even the annoyance meant she was looking, after all.
The town thinned out a bit as they neared the drive-in. West glanced over the trees, still not sure what had happened in there. Most people were tight lipped about what the investigation into the fires turned up, along with what happened to his brother. Just another mystery-as-usual in Sweetwater.
Soon enough they had reached the drive in. The sound of the bike drew a few eyes, drawing more attention than a car would and Milo parked it near the back corner, closer to the concessions rather than the screen. He waited for West to get off before he did the same and grinned as his friend. "Damn I need to get me one of these," he said. "Dude!" he smacked the back of his hand against West's shoulder as an idea came to him. "We could do a summer road trip, just head out on our bikes and ditch this town for a few months." It sounded like heaven.
Girls passing them to get to the concessions cast linger gazing in their directions. Milo always smiled at them but assumed that they were mostly likely either admiring the bike or West. In a town this small they all knew that Milo was just trailer trash. It was why things had always worked better with older women for him. They weren't looking for a boy to marry, only a bull to fill their more...physical needs.
Post by West Vanderson on Mar 17, 2024 0:18:35 GMT
He eased himself off his bike with a stretch, running a hand through his hair and catching some of the crazy windblown locks to settle them somewhat back into the place. The rest he didn't care to fix. He looked over at Milo as his friend smacked his shoulder. His face lit up at the idea. Going solo he'd thought about, but this was different. Better. "I like the way you think! Just pick a direction and drive. Always wanted to check out California. Or Texas." Or really anywhere that wasn't here. "Explore the road, check out some of those tiny lame side of the road museums, visit Vegas, climb Yosemite Falls..." He definitely hadn't through the idea ever.
West got a lot of looks. He'd been known to make out in the hallways or under the grandstands with a few girls in high school, but he'd never had a girlfriend. He was too cool for that apparently. Just enough of a bad boy with a bike. Plus, there was being 'Price's baby brother' to contend with. If girls his age wanted a Vanderson, they aimed for the older brother. He was the charming and smart one, after all. Even known, he wasn't sure if they were looking at him or just whispering about the rumors of what happened to his brother and why he hadn't come home. Even if in reality most of them probably were looking at him right now.
He couldn't help but watch them walk past and toward the concessions. Which actually sounded like a good idea. "Milo, you wanna drink or something?" he asked, turning toward the ticket booth next to the concessions. He'd want something to eat after they lit up anyway, he knew himself well enough for that. In the meantime, he looked over to see if he knew the movie playing. Not that he planned on watching it. He'd pay for their entrance tickets and then get in line for food.
West's road trip idea sounded amazing and he let out a whoop of approval as they drove. He was probably getting close to be able to afford a bike, maybe he would try to find some more clients or increase the frequency of the others...yea, he could probably earn enough for a bike by summer.
"Sure man, I'll have whatever you're having," he said as West walked away to get tickets and drinks. Milo looked up at the screen. Why were they replaying Bring it On? Why did he know that this movie was Bring it On? It was at least 20 years old. He never understood why this theater chose to play the movies they did. Sometimes they were newer but often they were not. The regular theater was better at getting the new releases but for most of the big movies they had to drive out of town to go to a theater in a bigger city.
Milo lounged on the bike as if he owned it and by the time West returned it had drawn the right attention and Milo was currently flirting it up with two girls around their age. "We haven't met before, which is strange, y'all must be new to town?" he asked with a flirty grin.
"Ya, we just started the winter semester at the community college," one of the girls said with a little giggle, her arm linked with the other.
"Here? Why?" Milo asked, still smiling but definitely bewildered.
The other girl shrugged. "I dunno, just wanted something new. We're from Denver, so not too far but outside of our hometown."
Milo nodded, it was a good enough reason for sure, he could understand wanting to go somewhere new even if it wasn't far. "You guys look really similar, are you sisters?" he asked, lifting his brows flirtatiously.
"Twins actually," one of them replied and that was when Milo spotted West again. 'Twins!' he mouthed to him while the girls were distracted giggling together.
"Well, I'm Milo and this," he brought West in by wrapping his arm over his shoulders and tugging him a bit closer, "is my good buddy, West."
The girls giggled again as they looked over West. "So nice to meet you both, I'm Betty and this is Veronica,"
Post by West Vanderson on Apr 12, 2024 0:17:12 GMT
West acquired two baskets of nacho fries, two large sodas, a pack of gummy worms and cookie dough bites. The latter two of which he shoved in his jacket pockets. He returned to his bike and Milo with a drink tray and one basket of fries in one hand and the other basket in the other and a pleased grin on his face. He was really looking forward to those gummy worms. And cookie dough bites were crack even when sober.
He eyed the two girls (definitely sisters) Milo was chatting up. He grinned as his friend caught his eyes and mouthed at him. Oh, he'd believe it. They had to be from out of town if they were making eyes at Milo like that, but West wasn't jealous. Milo had always been good with that smile, and he was a great wingman even if West had never taken full advantage of that. Okay, so maybe West was a little jealous and knew he was the wingman but, in this situation, twins, even the wingman might get laid.
Though his thoughts strayed to the woman he had encountered in the art gallery closet. Her hot, mature body and delicate fingers and that accent...
He pegged the twins with a winning, devilish smile, offering the basket of fries to Milo so he had a free hand. West glanced at the screen, saw some old school cheerleading movie that wasn't Fired Up! and turned his attention back to the girls. "Milo and I know a good way to spice up this joint, if you want to tag a long?" he said, not quite very subtle about it, but it was smooth enough.
At least the girls didn't seem to notice. "We were hoping the drive in would be more...exciting, weren't we, Betty?"
West nudged his friend. "Over there looks good," he suggested, nodding toward some trimmed bushes near the back. It was dark enough already that they didn't need to worry too much. As long as he could still see his bike so no one messed with it.