Fight for the Fuck Ups

Althea Delaney Puckerman. 18 Years Old. Computer Genius. Lover of Dance and Music. Actual, Absolute Princess ----

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brinley-chang:

“I like men who explore the same subjects as I do. There’s nothing wrong with that.”

“I didn’t say there was.”

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reagan-h:

“If anyone can manage this, it’s you. You can do this, Althea. We’ll be there to help you.”

“No you won’t. You’re going to California, I’m going to be stuck here alone, raising a baby, no one’s going to want me after I have a baby. I’ll have bags under my eyes.”

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reagan-h:

“Everything will be alright. You’ll get past this and come out stronger, I promise.”

“That’s crap and you know it.”

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reagan-h:

“Althea, please. I swear I will be right there after. I already told him even. I will be right there with you the whole evening.”

“this can’t be real.”

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reagan-h:

“Nathaniel and my parents…he’s meeting them tonight at dinner and if I cancel I’m pretty sure he will hate me.”

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reagan-h:

“I know. I’ll be over right after dinner, okay?”

“After dinner?”

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reagan-h:

“And you won’t be doing it alone. You have family and friends who love you and of course will help you.”

“That’s not the same thing and you know it.”

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reagan-h:

“Responsibility? Excuse me? The hell he isn’t ready. He shouldn’t have done any of this if he wasn’t ready. I’m going to kill him.”

“What am I going to do?! I can’t pay for this house, This baby, I can’t take care of a baby on my own.”

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reagan-h:

“Wait…what? What do you mean he’s gone? He can’t just leave.”

“He did, I woke up and he was gone, he sent me a text saying he just wasn’t ready for all the responsibility.”

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reagan-h:

“Althy? Wait, calm down. Who is gone exactly?”

“Jason, He’s gone, He left He doesn’t want this, us, our life- He’s-”

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@reagan-h

“He’s gone...”

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dylanmeeksplays:

“Yeah, my hair is pretty much perfect.”

“It really is, is it soft or crunchy?”

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dylanmeeksplays:

“Most people would tell you no, you know.”

“That’s why I adore you- well that and because you have cool hair.”

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dylanmeeksplays:

“Finnne.”

“I adore you.”

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dylanmeeksplays:

“I have a shoot Saturday morning.”

“Saturday afternoon?”

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dylanmeeksplays:

“Fine, when and where?”

“Saturday. we’ll make time for you.”

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dylanmeeksplays:

“Seventeen days before?”

“Never too late.”