And if you donât cut that out, too big to fit through the door, too.Â
I cannot even properly digest what Iâm hearing right now, itâs gone of of the best movie speeches in history, plus itâs totes about aliens and Vivica Fox is smoking hot in it. Thereâs going to be a sequel next year and youâve got to watch to be ready for it.Â
Please. Iâll fit through just fine. Totally a world champion now. I get to milk it for like a decade.
I honestly donât know why youâre so surprised anymore. I canât sit still to save my life, Cam. Which is why movies and I donât go well together most of the time... uh, pretty sure the speech in Miracle is better, but okay. I dunno what a Vivica Fox is but sheâs a person, right? But okay, okay, Iâll watch it. Maybe. What do I get if I do?
If I did that then weâd totes be finishing each otherâs sandwiches already.Â
I really donât know how Iâve put up with you for so long. How can you not know what Independence Day is, Sarah? Itâs like you try to break my heart on purpose. Well yes thatâs why they call it a plot twist.Â
... I donât know if I want that. My headâs probably way too awesome for someone else to handle.
Uh, because Iâm the best, thatâs why? I mean I know what the day is? I just had zero idea that there was a movie about it. Seems like itâd be hella fucking boring. Well it wasnât a very good plot twist, then.
They totes do, especially when itâs a Disney movie. You totally sat through a movie without me making you. Iâm not sure what this means for our relationship honestly.
Oh, well, see. I did not know that... I only did it because I went to the gym earlier. And there was a prick on the treadmill next to me who was being a fucking jerk. Always upping his speed when I did. Asshole.
No, man, I think thatâsâ wait, is that Harrison Ford? Whoâs Henry Ford? Is Henry Ford the car dude? I dunno, but one of them plays Han Solo and Indiana Jones, but yeah, he looks grumpy as fuck. They have Viagra for the shit if he needs it, no excuses.
They might totally be brothers. They sound like brothers. I also have no idea who Han Solo is? Or... the dude named after a state. Iâm assuming theyâre the same people. Were those the two cartoon dudes in the ice movie? Because, yeah, the Hans one was grumpy as fuck. Yeah, hard pass on the fake boners unless itâs for a medical condition.
voicemails || sarah bowen/camilla rigel [au kinda?]
"Sar, Sarahâ shit, I donât know why I bother calling you, you never answer this thing. Or at least, you never answer me I mean you totes could answer other people butâ Iâm going off book. Listen, where are you? We were supposed to meet like two hours ago for this thing and I have eighty rolls of plastic wrap just sitting in my car I look kind of suspicious, the security guardâs drove around like four times and he keeps looking at me like Iâm up to something. And I mean I am up to something butâjust get here already, okay? Before I start worrying. Justâsee you soon, yeah? Weâve got a sorority house to cover in cling wrap.â
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It probably wasnât healthy for her to be this excited about defacing public property.
But, then again, anything that would get under the Deltaâs skin made her excited, especially rubbing salt in the wound to get back at Avery. Sarah was a bitch to people sometimes, she wasnât stupid, but Avery had been a whole ânother demon sheâd never come across in her lifetime. And there wasnât a doubt in her mind that sheâd ever like the other girl.
Pulling into the dimly lit 7/11 parking lot, Sarah shut off her car and slid from the seat. Spinning her car keys around her finger once before sticking them in the pocket of her jeans, she made her way to the front door. Even though she was almost one hundred percent sure Camilla had gotten enough cling wrap, she wanted to contribute to the scheme more than just committing the physical crime. One more box couldn't hurt.
Nodding to the man at the cash register who looked like heâd rather be home sleeping, Sarah found her way through the isle, pausing briefly to snag a bag of chocolate covered pomegranates before halting in front of the random kitchen products that always seemed to be present at 7/11s. To her dismay, there was only one box of cling wrap, and with a grumble and frown, she snagged it from the shelf and went to the front to pay.
âYou donât happen to have any more of this is the back, do ya?â It was a question that either a) the cashier didnât get often or b) didnât really feel like offering to much effort to answer because he just looked at her.
âUh, no. Thatâs all we have.â
Shrugging, Sarah nodded and withdrew the money she often stowed in her jeans pocket, thumbing through the twenties and tens before pulling out a five. Chris had always told her to be more careful with her money, but she never saw the point. The both of them got enough from their parents, the Bowenâs sad attempts at keeping ties with their children, so if Sarah ever lost any of it, thereâd always be more hovering around.
She wasnât flashy with it often. She wasnât a spoiled brat anymore, and she knew the good people of California would see her as one if she was more extravagant with her purchases. But that didnât mean she was oblivious to the stares when she did bring out the stash she often carried around on her persons. The boy in line behind her hadnât stopped looking at the wad of green bills, even after she stuffed the money into the back pocket of her jeans.
Smiling to the cashier and taking her single box of cling wrap, she turned her back to the boy and the man at the counter, pushing through the glass door and making her way towards her car. She was focused, so focused on pranking the Delta house that she didnât hear or feel the presence behind her before the hand on her shoulder stopped her.
Turning swiftly she swatted at the hand, ready for a fight. And for a split second she considered lunging at the boy behind herâthe one who had been eyeing her money in the store. But then the light from the streetlamp caught the silver of the knife blade in his hand and Sarah froze.
âBro justâjust easy, yeah?â Her hands were up, eyes focused on the blade and then shifted down to his shoes. She wasnât stupid, she wasnât going to challenge him when he had a knife and was so close. She could practically feel the hot breath from his mouth. âIf you want the money Iâll just give it to you. Just let me get it out of my pocket, yeah?â
He seemed to consider the option, but only for a split second. âNo! Donâtâdonât move!â His hand tightened around the hilt of the knife and Sarah flinched at the loudness of his voice. There was something wrong with him. His movements were too shaky, eyes red rimmed. He was probably on drugs. âJust. Donât move. Keep your hands where I can see them.â
âHey! Whatâs going on out here!â
The new voice was enough to spook Sarah and she dropped her cling wrap, the box falling to the ground with a soft thud. In a split second her eyes had found the new memberâthe cashier from the storeâand she stepped forward to wave him away frantically.
The noise and movement must have spooked the boy in front of her too because the moment Sarah stepped forward the boy spun to her, eyes wide and frantic. And then Sarah was very aware of something hot and wet running down her stomach, soaking into her shirt.
Eyebrows furrowing in confusion, she glanced down slowly. The boys hand was hovering at her stomach and she couldnât see the knife anymore. But that was probably because it was buried up to the hilt in her skin. Blinking, her vision wavered, mouth dry but watering, like she was about to be sick all over the ground.
Looking back up to the boyâs face she locked with his eyes and for a moment the two of them just stood there. But then he panicked, let out a curse and pulled the knife away in a move that seemed so inhumanly fast to Sarah. Slowly she rubbed the palm of her hand across her shirt. It felt warm. Sticky. Unreal.
She started to lose feeling in her legs next and her knees buckled. She sank down to the asphalt, collapsing to her keens, placing a hand in front of her to steady herself. The blood that had soaked her shirt dripped to the black tarmac but in the dark of the night it was hardly visible.
There was yelling next. It must have spooked the boy in front of her because in a split second his hand was fishing for the money in her back pocket. She felt him find it, pull it from its hiding place and then he was gone, feet hammering into the ground. Close, right on top of her, and then distant, fading.
A choked gag fought its way up her throat and she crashed sideways to the ground, weakness spreading through her body, seeping into her bones like a sickness. Then someone was rolling her over, hand pressing roughly to her side. Cursing she snapped her eyes open not realizing sheâd ever closed them and tried to focus on the hovering face above her.
It was the cashier and is mouth was moving fast but she couldnât hear him through the ocean raging through her head. Bro, Iâm fine, she tried to say, but only a strange choking noise left her mouth. She was suddenly very aware of a metallic taste flooding her moth and her instincts snapped into focus. Blood. She tried to swallow but choked and coughed, blood spilling from the corner of her mouth.
The man above her let out a frantic yell and snapped his head up on the swivel. He didnât find what he was looking for because he vanished from her line of sight and she was left staring up at the night sky. Even through the faint glow of the streetlight in the parking lot she could see the stars. They were faint, but they were there.
It made her think of Camilla. How she was probably waiting for her somewhere near the Delta house with a conspicuously large amount of cling wrap in her car. Sarah wanted to laugh at the thought, she tried to, at least, but it hurt and the blood in her mouth spilled over her lips in a frantic coughing fit.
Pressure, Sarah! Chrisâs voice echoed in her headâdesperateâand her hands moved slowly to her bleeding side, pressing with as much force as she could muster. Something was wrong, her mind managed to conclude. There shouldnât be so much blood, the knife wasnât large, but it must have punctured something. Spleen. Chrisâs voice wavered into her mind again, frantic this time, like he was right there kneeling over her.
Except when she opened her eyes it wasnât Chris. It was the cashier again. Heâd come back, head cocked to the side as he braced the phone against his ear with his shoulder, hands pressing a stark white towel to her side. The amount of time it took for the color to shift to red made the man swallow, Sarah could see it through the blackness eating away at the corners of her vision. It must have terrified him because he pressed down harder, almost too hard, and it made Sarah buck. She let out a strangled cry, she wasnât ready for the sudden storm of pain that shot through her system.
White invaded her vision and she was dragged into oblivion.
for those i love i will sacrifice | a mix for the bowen siblings who are all each other have left. [listen]
01. to build a home // the cinematic orchestra 02. umbrella // rhianna (ft. jay z) 03. safe and sound // taylor swift 04. satellite // rise against 05. kings and queens // 30 seconds to mars 06. burn // ellie goulding 07. luck // american authors 08. hey brother // avicii 09. home // phillips phillip
