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Sweethearts

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Ahhh, young love. Whether it's precious or bittersweet, it's something that stays with you. Remember that time...? Of course you do. Both of you thought you'd last forever. Or maybe you were too young to know what that meant. All that mattered was that you were kids and you were together. But time and circumstance tears even the best of friends and young lovers apart. That person, your childhood crush, your first love, is just a memory.

Now, you're being given a second chance. Will it be painful? Will you confess everything and try to win their affection again? You've been reunited, and it's up to you what happens.

HOW TO
① Comment with your character. You can state preferences and such in your subject.
② Characters who comment will be their childhood sweetheart/first love. The muns can figure out how that works, but when in doubt, just wing it. It's a meme. Fun is the goal here.
③ KISS AND REUNITE. Or argue and storm off. Or cry. Or laugh. Or sex. Whatever is appropriate.

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The sun's just setting as Aegon makes his way into the party being held at a friend's place. It's an upscale event, which means a bar in the back, servers passing trays of food around - some weird, some good, but take at your own risk if you aren't sure what it is, and some soft music from a live three-piece band near the back. The Targaryens are back home in the city, but Aegon had slipped off to Martha's Vineyard for some peace and quiet and his father had insisted that he attend in order to have the family name at least make an appearance or it'd be rude. So here he was.

What he hadn't expected was to see his high school girlfriend chatting it up near the bar as he makes his way over to her. He's not even sure if they're technically ex's or not since things had been so left unsaid. Something had happened with Ben when they were younger and suddenly she and her family had moved and while he'd tried to stay in contact with her over the years, they'd lost touch shortly after. He'd tried to date since then, but nothing had ever felt as right as they'd been in high school. Which makes his heart do this weird flutter in his chest, nerves at seeing her and slight jealousy for the man she's talking to and the attention that she's got on him.

Is that her new boyfriend? He hadn't even seen on any of the social media he shares with her that she'd be in Martha's Vineyard this weekend, but here she was. So if she didn't post about being here, did that mean she hasn't posted she's seeing someone? And even though they're long out of high school, why does the idea of her being with someone hurt so much?

Taking a slow breath, Aegon continued his path to the bar though he can't keep his eyes off Jane as he passes by her. There's a small smile because he's not even sure if she'll recognize him or say anything since she's already in conversation with someone else, though he's offering an opening if she does or wants to say hi to him.

Jane hadn't wanted to accept the gig, but her friend had needed her help and it wasn't like she had anything more productive to do that day, anyway. Not to mention the friend in question had hired her boyfriend's band, too, so really couldn't say no without revealing why she didn't want to go in the first place.

As she'd intuitively felt would happen the moment she caught sight of that damned family name on the guest list, well, it turned out the Targaryens were in town and able to attend after all. And they didn't even send their favorite — she would've gladly dealt with and glared daggers at Daenerys all evening — for it was the reclusive Aegon who made an appearance instead. She nearly spills her drink when she sees him, turning around abruptly towards the bar to set her glass down. It's not even just an out-of-the-corner-of-her-eye look, but that split second of their eyes meeting, followed by her world crashing down. Well, shit. And they can't leave yet, her boyfriend's band is still on break with one more set to go after the guys on stage and one other group.

"You okay?" Poe asks, frowning.

"Fuck, that burned my throat," she lies, mouthing 'water' to the bartender, who's a friend of theirs and has gladly been slipping them drinks and freebies all throughout the event. She doesn't say anything until she's done gulping down the entire glass, and even then she can only smile weakly at him. "I'm so glad I don't sing."

"You should, you know? I'll call you up for a duet."

"No," she practically snarls, and Poe laughs, throwing his arms up in a gesture of surrender and relenting that okay, he won't. They've always teased her about it, that it's a waste of her talent and she really should be singing and writing songs again, but she almost always gets huffy whenever it's brought up that now only her boyfriend dares to. Though wanting to appease him — and perhaps looking for something to hold on to other than her past, one that's very clearly making his way towards her — she says, "But please play our song."

Then Aegon's passing by, watching her with those piercing gray eyes and she can't believably pretend to not have seen him, and she doesn't want to cause a scene. "Hang on," she says, resting a hand on Poe's arm to get him to stop talking. Gods, could this get any more awkward. "Aegon? Whoa... I've not seen you for years." As if she hadn't seen the guest list. As if there aren't a whole bunch of other socialites in attendance. As if she hadn't been keeping tabs on him from a distance.

It's hard not to notice the body language between her and the man she's talking to, and his eyes dip down for a moment before he gets to her because he can her the cadence of her voice at one of the last things she says to him. Play our song. Their song, which means she is dating him. And something can't help but twist in his chest at that knowledge. Somewhere deep down he'd been hoping that maybe he was just a friend, that somehow they were destined to meet up again, try again. Because he never had gotten over her, had always kicked himself for letting his parents - specifically his father and the old money crap - separate them. If only he'd found a better way to fight, would they have made it through the years?

She should know him well enough to know he wouldn't cause a scene. He's not his father or uncle or aunt. If she'd truly wanted to just pretend that she hadn't seen him, she could have and he would have deflated a little but left her to her night. just watched her from afar while he did it. With those gray sad eyes, he can get when he's a little broody.

His smile grows slightly when she does say his name, though his eyes flicker to the hand she has on Poe's arm for half a second. "Hey Jane," he offers gently. "Yeah, not since high school." Somehow this feels a lot more awkward than it should be, and he's not sure if it's the time or the guy at her side that's causing it. Something deep down says it's the guy though, that if they'd run into each other somewhere quieter, alone, this would go a lot differently.

Did she forget to update her Facebook that she was in a relationship? By her not changing that status, did that speak that this wasn't as serious as it might appear? He's seein her post photos on her page, the occasional status update, but she's never had a photo of this guy that he can remember past one of her mentioning she was at a gig but not even tagging him in it. So it's not like she wasn't using her page either.

It's an internal battle that doesn't show on his face, he's gotten a little better at masking when he's upset or broody, if only to keep his parents from asking about it when he doesn't want to talk about it. Though there are tells if you know where to look, or remmeber where to look. "You look good, what are you up to now?" Not that he doesn't know most of it with the way he watches her page for any tidbit of information. He'd hoped to run into her sooner, but life kept him busy at one of his father's commpanies, and it always seemed like she never ended up at the events he did, like she'd been consciously avoiding him.

Aegon was more spot on than he realized. While she and Poe were dating, it was fairly recent and not serious enough to warrant a Facebook status change; not that she was active in social media, either, only really keeping her account to be reachable by relatives and friends. Their relationship had mostly been a result of her having hired his band on multiple occasions and eventually spending some time together afterwards, either over drinks or by sitting through some of their nightly gigs. In fact, their 'song' wasn't some romantic ballad that would be wedding first dance material; rather it's Despacito, only because it had become such a fad at some point that every event she was coordinating had someone requesting it to be played.

What Aegon doesn't know, though, is that she'd never gotten over him. How could she? She hadn't left on her own accord. She wouldn't have left at all, if she had a choice on the matter.

Not wanting to be rude, she does a quick introduction — though she doesn't call Poe her boyfriend and she doesn't call Aegon her ex. They shake hands, though Poe's eyebrow lifts. "Targaryen, huh? You never told me you went to a fancy prep school, Janey."

She waves Poe off before he starts badmouthing 'rich people families' because he would if given the chance; he and his bandmates don't think too highly of them, although Jane's family is fairly new and not really that rich to be lumped among the socialites. The Organas have only been politicians for two generations at least, and Han Solo had basically appeared out of nowhere. "Thanks. I'm working, actually," she answers Aegon, gesturing to clipboard she's set down on top of the bar and the headset with it. "I do events on the side."

Poe's frown deepens, as if he's not heard that her events organizing stint is merely a sideline. As if he has no idea that she was actually a Harvard law grad.

"How about you?" She doesn't really want to ask, but she has to be polite and that's what you say when someone asks you what's been up with you, right?

He isn't sure if she's been following his social media at all, but most of it tends to be food, travel, and him alone with no real dating prospects insight. Occasionally the tabloids flash a picture of him with a friend, claim they're dating, work up and spin stories to make it sound credible. But his social had always contradicted that because he just hasn't moved on from her and can't find himself fitting with anyone else. He's tried here and there, but nothing lasts long enough to even warrant a photo on social or a hint that he's dating at all. He's pretty sure he's being tagged as one of the country's most eligible bachelors this year on that list they always make.

If he'd been older, had known the truth of what had fully been going on behind his back to her from his family, he would have tried to stop it, to fight to stop them from hurting her family at all. He never wanted her to leave, to stop dating her. To this day, he still doesn't know the depths his family went to get her away from him, they've kept it far from his knowledge.

The smile from Aegon turns a tiny bit tight as he shakes Poe's hand, though it can easily be linked to the fancy prep school comment, not the fact that the two seem close. Even if she did leave out the titles. "Yeah, Targaryen," he offers idly though his attention turns back to Jane pretty quickly.

The last thing she probably wants is Poe giving Aegon an excuse to punch him, considering that she's dating him has him wanting to do that already. His eyes slip over to the clipboard and headset, nodding a little at the explanation. "Well, can I say you've done an incredible job then? Because you have." Aegon notices that frown from Poe about her comment that it's a side job. Even Aegon who hasn't talked to her in years knew she was a Harvard law grad. There'd been a small bouquet of roses delivered to her then apartment when she'd graduated. Merely signed in the flower shop's handwriting with 'Congratulations' with no note as to who they were from or any indication for her to follow where they might have come from. But then, paying cash and using a friend to walk into the flower shop for him to do the ordering meant that there was no trail to him. Because he didn't want the gesture spoiled, knowing they were from him.

He'd gotten then hint when their communication had seemed to fade completely. And yet he hadn't been able to let her accomplishment pass too quietly. Because graduating from Harvard Law was nothing to sneeze at, he knows it had been a lot of hard work and long nights because he has a few friends who went about the same time she did. One or two may have even been in her classes with her and he may have been a little spy in using them for the occasional update about her. Any way he could to keep tabs, to know if she were happy or not while keeping his distance.

"I heard from a few of our mutual friends you're working at a shelter, right?" Tal has a big mouth when she's dating his cousin, okay? So it's not weird that he knows that, right? Should he have maybe not said anything? Though, he can't help but ask, since her boyfriend seems confused. "Any plans to use that law degree to take the world by storm though?"

There's a shrug when she asks about him, just one shoulder because his other hand reaches up to scrub at his hair a little. "Working at one of dad's companies for now while I try to figure out what I really want to do with my business degree. Wondering if I should have gone your route with law or something else occasionally. Came out here to relax but was kind of ordered to attend since I was already out this way, though, can't say I'm upset I did now since I got to see you."