LIKE MOTHER, LIKE...

[angelajeremiah]

text 📲 sean

sean: it's not a massive deal, i have everything i need

sean: other than my phone charger, but landon gave me a spare so it's nbd.

angie: cool so i guess that's it

angie: it's gonna suck without you here

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text 📲 sean

sean: i think craig took ownership of a couple of my jackets that i can't find. but for the most part, ye

sean: i'll miss u :( i'm sorry it was so abrupt

angie: its whatever

angie: i can steal them back for you if you want

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text 📲 sean

angie: was that the last of your stuff?

angie: you really left?

[anitdemigodheros-deactivated202]

Look how iconic they are already

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text 📲 open

esme: idk who keeps rewriting my number in the bathroom but i'm not actually an escort, sorry to disappoint.

angela: i didn't think you were?

angela: OH OKAY NO THAT WAS NOT HOW I MEANT TO WORD THAT SORRY FUCK

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text 📲 open

angela: how much would it cost for you to take me out?

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Someone that knows all of your passwords?

“ ... me ? i’m sorry do people actually tell other people their passwords ? ”

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Are you afraid of falling in love?

“ trick question , i don’t believe in falling in love. ”

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b-tchcraft​:

the older girl forced out a laugh, even though she couldn’t really tell if angie was in any way amused. she probably wasn’t. why would she be? ellie achored her grip on the molding like she’d float away if she let go. her mouth went dry but she didn’t trust her hands not to shake if she tried to take a sip from her vodka water. “oh, yeah—i’m fine, think everything just…got to my head all at once.” the drinks, the guilt, the way angie looked so lost and un-angie-like like some part of her was missing because it probably was. she dry-swallowed her own throat and leaned her side into the threshold. “we, ah…we seem to be making this whole ‘accidentally run into each other in the bathroom’ thing a habit, huh?” that wasn’t funny. but she just had to say it. “only it’s my turn. and you’re…still wonderful and adorable and i suck.” her brows puckered at the center, her posture straightening. “ew, no, disregard that, i sound like i’m looking for sympathy, i’m sorry, i was just—i don’t even know, i’m gonna—i think there’s another bathroom, i’ll find it.” she said like she wasn’t currently unable to pry herself away from the bathroom doorway.

“ ellie... ” even several drinks in , sitting along in the bathroom , when she saw her friend like that, her instinct was to help. to make sure the situation was okay. how sad was it that at sixteen , angie was used to being the stable one ? the one her dad and brother could always rely on -- even when they couldn’t rely on each other. or at least , who they used to rely on. now joey had his girlfriend and craig... she didn’t even know. maybe she was losing them. she looked at ellie , and knew she should hate her , but instead , she only saw someone like her. lost. lonely. standing by her , angie didn’t grab the other to stable her , but her hand hovered over ellie’s arm. as if she were to fall , she could catch her. “ you don’t suck. ” angie rolled her eyes and signed. even if she was being nice ( nicer than ellie probably deserved ) , there was an edge to it. a frustration. “ and i’m not saying that out of sympathy. you’ve done like one shitty thing since i’ve known you , it doesn’t mean you suck. and i’m not wonderful and adorable. i mean , look at me. i’m drinking alone in the bathroom of a party. pretty pathetic if you ask me. ” she took a step back , her stomach feeling a but queasy , though hopefully not from the drinks. and that’s when she said something stupid and uncalled for and totally our of nowhere. “ i really-- i really miss you. ”

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last people you kissed?

“ i mean , there was the seven minutes game with reggie at the party , but we’re just friends and it was just a stupid game , you know ? ”

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[dailyhailee]

[hailesteinfeld]

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b-tchcraft​:

it had been an eventful night, to say the least, even bordering on chaotic at times. ellie wasn’t sober by any means, but a clearer head was at least starting to return to her (at least, she wanted to think so), her glass of ice water only doing so much since it had vodka in it as well. she could tell that the glue on her lashes was starting to lift, and she couldn’t tell if she had to pee, and maybe she just wanted a moment to herself to regroup in a space where the house music was just muffled enough to hear herself think. either way, she tried a few halls before she located a bathroom, not thinking to knock before opening the door only to find angie—of all people, angie, craig’s little sister who was painfully disappointed in them both right now angela jeremiah of all people—tucked away on the floor, clearly needing a moment of her own. “oh! oh. shit. um. sorry. um.” ellie’s brain short-circuited. maybe she wasn’t all that sober after all (shocker). “i, uh…fuck…” she held herself up against the threshold, suddenly dizzy, but she knew it wasn’t because of the alcohol; she could, however, blame it for the fact that she forgot to come up with an actual sentence to follow that. 

“ i really thought i locked that. ” angela was beyond surprise. she was pretty sure she should be immune to it as this point. surprise your mom’s dead ! surprise your brother’s gone ! surprise he’s back ! surprise he and ellie are snorting coke in the bathroom ! surprise , surprise , surprise. cheers to that. but when ellie seemed to fumble , angie got the idea that maybe it would be for the best if her... friend ( were they still friends ? ) didn’t keel over and split her head open. she wasn’t exactly her most steady , but steady enough to make it over to ellie , and put an anchoring hand on the other girl’s arm. yeah , maybe she was mad at her. but that didn’t mean she had to be heartless. “ hey , uh , you okay ? ”

[hailesteinfeld]

[angelajeremiah]

          another party , another excuse to drink. but this time , angela was doing so by herself , sitting quietly on the floor and nursing her third vodka & cranberry. it had been a rough, well, month. it felt like she’d lost all of her friends. but those were really just craig’s friends , weren’t they ? almost her entire social circle depended on her brother... how pathetic was she ? angie knew she could go find clair or yael , but... no. she felt quite fine , sitting here and angrily sulking. alcohol in hand. with a sigh , she downed the last drops of her drink , before reaching over and taking her backup. nice thinking ahead... “ cheer. ” she spoke to herself , before starting on her fourth drink.

here ya go @b-tchcraft​

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craigmcnning​:

‘𝐝𝐞𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬. 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮… 𝐠𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐝𝐚𝐝?’ craig thought it, but didn’t have the balls to actually say it, because he knew it would just reveal him for the selfish prick he obviously was. the thing about the way he’d begun to use drugs was that it was starting to be a bit… compulsive. sometimes it was just because he felt like it, but all too often more and more lately, it was because he felt like he needed to. he’d been off his actual meds for a little over a month now, since someone had knicked them at his birthday party (probably some dumb kid who thought they’d be able to sell them) and he’d been too afraid to admit it to joey, and in a way he had been recklessly self-medicated ever since. of course, he couldn’t confess any of that to angie. “i know.” he sighed out instead as he wiped a hand over his face, knowing it’s sucked for her in a completely different way. “…i should’ve.. i should’ve come home, that night. the week after the dance. i should’ve come home and..-” he swallowed, “jus’, yeah… not been a little bitch about it.” now that he can admit to. “i should’ve talked to you.”

“ yeah , you should’ve. ” she hated how tight her throat got , immediately looking away for fear that she’d start crying. that week had been one of the loneliest times in her life. and for what ? she wanted to ask him if he was still doing it , but she didn’t want him to lie to her again -- or tell her the truth. what was the point when she had to tell joey ? and what good would that do ? it sucked to be mad at her brother , but the thought of him hating her was unbearable. she hugged her legs tighter , feeling vulnerable and young and stupid. “ i know it’s dumb , but it scared me. ” the drugs. the loneliness. the fact that suddenly he wasn’t in her life. yeah , craig could be a little bitch , but her was her brother and she loved him. there were years after their mom died when angie felt like she’d lost him , too. and yeah , maybe it was the fears of a scared kid , but she didn’t want to lose him again. when she spoke , her already quiet tone turned to a whisper , words raw and broken. “ i’m still scared. ”