[bomarlow]

it will never change (sinlow)

Bo, at the very least, was highly proud of the cookie cups she'd successfully baked. She'd made so many and, after showing off her supreme artistry on the social media known as Twitter, she'd managed to convince her old (boy)friend(?) Cody to come over and enjoy them with her - as well as give her smile coaching. It was a boring task, especially considering the girl already knew how to smile, but she'd use any excuse to hang out with the blonde. They hadn't had one-on-one time in years and sometimes his company was a good anchor for her. Ingrid, Piper, and Violet were great for that, considering they'd known each other and were the best of friends.. but when she was with him, a lot of the time, she got stressed out. Work work work. She had to be the mother, had to be mature. But she was still a teenager. She still wanted to do stupid shit and have fun. She was too busy working and trying to put pressure on her friends (damn that letter!) to enjoy herself - and she was starting to crack.

She answered the door with a slight smirk, her brows furrowing in the cold way that they did. "Hey, Cody." she said as she let him in. "They just finished cooling, so we can actually eat them now."

[bomarlow]

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[ewvioletmackintosh]

I don’t think it’s anything personal, it’s probably because they have nothing else to say so they kind of just go for whatever they think of first. Like, have you seen how many questions came up about my sex life at one point? It was humiliating but it tends to just go away when you ignore it. Let them think what they want, hm? If they think being gay means not dating anyone, writing songs about guys and not being flirty then they’re silly.

[bomarlow]

"I don't think it's silly. What if they're not the only people who think I'm a lesbian? I'm not, like, in to anyone right now, but suppose I like someone but he didn't like me because he thought I was gay? This sucks."

[miles-and-miles-of-greatnes-blog]

Well, your tweet makes sense now, at least.

[bomarlow]

"Well, I'm glad I could clear things up for you."

[ewvioletmackintosh]

I didn’t know there was a lesbian ‘vibe’?! Hm, maybe they were just wondering because why not?

[bomarlow]

"Well, okay, not a lesbian vibe. But like, they've never asked you or Piper or Ingrid that kind of thing.. that I know of. Why do I have to be labeled as the lesbian one? I mean yeah I don't write songs about boys like Piper and I'm not as flirty or whatever as Ingrid and I'm not dating anyone like you.. but that's not because I'm gay.."

[bomarlow]

"So, I'm on my way to get coffee, and all of the sudden this pap is asking me if I'm a lesbian. I mean, there's nothing wrong with being a lesbian, but what makes people wonder if I am? Do I just give off that vibe?"

[yikesrpt-blog]

People act like staying up too late is going to kill them, do they not realize that’s why sleeping in was invented.

[bomarlow]

Literally this.

[ingrid-odell-deactivated2014082]

Are you shitting me?

If you smacked that permanent glare off your face you would realize that I have been to every single rehearsal and every single promo for this new album. I’ve been drinking for years, why are you all of the sudden going to be a bitch about it.

[bomarlow]

Well, it's just, you know, there's a lot of, erm, competition out there. And, uh.. you and.. you and Violet need to.. work harder. Yeah. That. So we don't fall behind. Plus I thought you wanted like attention or something I don't know it was just a suggestion but maybe promote more? You really need.. to focus on the group... and stuff.

[ingrid-odell-deactivated2014082]

Private || Ingrid & Bo

[ingrid-odell-deactivated2014082]

Ingrid could sense the anger coming from her fellow bandmate. This was a side of Bo that she had never seen before, and to be honest, she was terrified. The girl’s mind blanked. She suddenly forgot why she came to talk in the first place, her secret was out and it was only a moment of time before everyone knew- that was it. She came to defend her secret. “I cant even express how sorry I am.” Ingrid said in a quiet voice, refusing to make eye contact with Bo. “Can we just talk.. please? I just need to… explain. And also ask you for a favor.”

[bomarlow]

"Please tell me you're joking." she made no move to let the blonde inside, frowning as she crossed her arms and leaned against the doorframe. "You're sorry? First of all, I know you Ingrid. You're not sorry you did it, you're sorry I found out. God! You- you always do this!" Her voice broke and rose an octave and she buried her face in her hands for a moment and shook her head, forcing herself not to get emotional as that was not the side she wanted right then. "I don't owe you any favors - you owe me favors." she responded, a few tears falling and she mentally cursed herself. "I've been worried sick, sick about you for weeks and it turns out you've been.. you've been fucking faking? Ingrid, what is wrong with you?" she shook her head. "Why would you want to fake that? It's not cute. It's not romantic. It's not glamorous. People look up to you." she shook her head. "I just don't understand you." she sounded betrayed, shaking her head a bit more urgently and stifling sobs. She loved Ingrid to death, but she was losing her sanity trying to look after her.

[ingrid-odell-deactivated2014082]

I have finally decided to settle down. Tie the knot. Seal the deal.

Me and my vodka infused Seven Up are getting married and you are all invited.

[bomarlow]

You know, I bet if you put the devotion towards music that you put towards vodka, you'd get more attention in the group.

[ingrid-odell-deactivated2014082]

Private || Ingrid & Bo

Ingrid had been standing outside of Bo’s door for a solid five minutes before she worked up the nerve to knock. She knew that Bo had discovered her secret, and she was determined to intervene before Bo had a chance to tell any of the other girls. “Shit.. uh. Hey Bo… Can we talk?” she said as soon as the door opened.

[bomarlow]

Bo heard the knock and knew who it was without having to look. Ingrid. She'd let it slip in the subtlest of manners that she knew that the girl had been faking the eating disorder she claimed to have been suffering from for awhile and she was relieved that she wasn't really sick, but at the same time, she was livid. She answered the door with the epitome of irritation, an anger on her face she kept hidden from her friends normally - eyes dark, lips pursed, hip jutting out. "Why?" she answered, not giving the girl a chance, which was also very out of character for her.. but then again, she normally didn't get this worked up because there was nothing to get worked up over. This was no trivial matter. "So you can lie to me some more?" she bit her lip, already getting upset.

[bomarlow]

@bomarlow: turning up with @ingridodell1 tonight *sunglasses emoji*

[bomarlow]

☏ ; textual harrassment (wren/bo)

[Wren → Bo]: We should do a thing, but there's many things to do, so which thing is the question...

[Wren → Bo]: I have a tourist brochure full of things.

[Bo → Wren]: You actually got the brochure

[Bo → Wren]: .. Tourist? Kill me. Maybe I asked the wrong person.

[Bo → Wren]: Sigh. Well, I'm trying to chose between seeing Donny Osmond and going Shark diving?

[bomarlow]

☏ ; textual harrassment (wren/bo)

[Bo → Wren]: hey i know we don't really talk that much but

[Bo → Wren]: it's vegas and i'm bored and we should do a thing

[bomarlow]

Nothin' but a Party (Bo/Ingrid)

[ingrid-odell-deactivated2014082]

"I know. Thats why we are celebrating! I didnt save just any life, I saved George Clooney’s life. Thats right. He was a little boy and I just happened to walk by in the nick of time." Stacey explained with a grin on her face. She was having fun creating the scenario of her heroism. "Here I am twenty something years later, and God has blessed me with vodka, and four best girlfriends, and - well - pretty much the best life ever" The blonde added matter - of - factly. She then plugged in her ipod to the speaker and waited for the music to blanket the room. "Dont give me that look sister." Ingrid said noticing the look Bo had flashed at her. She let out a soft laugh and sat down next to her on the couch. "It has a good beat. If you play it at full blast while you are driving down the road, everyone will think youre cool."

Ingrid sipped at her drink while she listened to what Bo said. She kept the straw in her mouth and would take sips every once and a while. “Oh yeah? Well, I am pretty much friends with everybody so spill the beans. I wanna know what happened!” Ingrid ran a hand through her long golden hair and lifted her legs up so that she was sitting in a cross legged position. “Did you get in a fight? Bo, did you punch someone?” She said a little too excited. Ingrid wasnt normally into the whole gossip scene, as she would much rather have the attention be on her, but Bo was known for being the ‘responsible one’ of the group, so if she did get herself into a fight, Ingrid wants to know about it. 

"Four am rehearsal? Gross. I am sorry hun. How are you even functioning right now? At four am I was just crawling into bed." and Ingrid wasnt even exaggerating. She loved the nightlife of the city, and a majority of her nights were spent on the move. Her rehearsal times tended to be more towards late morning to early afternoon, as those were the times when she was most likely to actually show up on time. Ingrid would have been an idiot if she didnt notice the change in Bo’s voice as she asked her about whats up. And Ingrid wasnt an idiot. The blonde knew that Bo was hinting at her eating habits. She had noticed the girl eyeing her proportions all night. Sure, Ingrid was skinny, maybe a little too skinny, but having an eating disorder was not the cause. In fact, the whole thing was a ploy for attention. A part of her felt guilty for lying to everyone close to her, but the larger part of her reminded her of all the attention that she had succeeded in getting. Ingrid loved the feeling of being in the spotlight, for good or bad it didnt matter. She knew that if she told Bo the truth, it might ruin Bo’s trust in Ingrid, and could break up the bond that the pair shared. Ingrid couldnt risk it.

The pop star inhaled slowly and exhaled loudly before responding. There are so many ways to interpret the question ‘whats up with you lately’, Ingrid debated on which approach to take. She decided on the most vague, as in reality, nothing was wrong with her. She was living the life. “Well, nothing much. I cooked myself breakfast today without burning the house down. Yay me, and also made it to rehearsal on time! We should celebrate that as well.” She finally answered taking another sip of the Seven Up. Ingrid knew that that was not the answer Bo was looking for, and based on the tone of her voice, Bo wanted a more serious answer. But Ingrid was on the verge of intoxication, and didnt want anything to accidentally slip out. She hoped that Bo wouldnt sense her hesitation, or if she did, at least interpret as Ingrid trying to save her all the gory details of having anorexia.

[bomarlow]

Relief. That was her automatic reaction to "I cooked myself breakfast this morning." She was anorexic and not bulimic, well, as far as Bo knew. So, she was assuming that Ingrid took food down and that was all they had to worry about. "That's good." she said with a comforting smile and her own comforted sigh. It was stressful looking after Violet, Ingrid, and Piper. Piper seemed to be in her own world almost all of the time, Violet was dramatic and honestly needed a maternal figure emotionally most of all, and then there was Ingrid. Honestly, she felt like Ingrid was someone she could always spend time with. Violet was probably her best friend in the world, and Piper was the sweetest girl she'd ever met, but Ingrid was who she turned to for more adult fun - things she couldn't do one-on-one with Piper or Vi. It was something reserved for Ingrid - and she wanted her to be alive and well for at least sixty more years so they could continue to turn up together.

Of course, at the rate that her friends were wearing her down, Bo may look eighty years old in less than five years. She swore she found a grey hair recently, and she wouldn't be surprised either. She's always tired - not just from jet lag and rehearsals (which don't help), and not just from the absolute hell of fretting and doting over her friends in a completely accidental and natural manner. It's also because, hey! Who the hell is she to look after them? Beyond that, who the hell is she. In Bo's world, she grew up with everything planned out for her. Her parents pushed her to date one guy through her life (her parents and his parents were convinced they'd have little fair-skinned brunette babies) and they'd picked her Uni and given her about four options for school - she was raised to be a prodige. She listened to music they approved of, watched shows they approved of, dressed in a way they approved of. Everything she wanted and everything she loved was frowned upon, and she was stifled to the point where she became their doll to dress up and lead around.

A Barbie doll is said to be treated as an extension of it's owner. It has no real personality on it's own. So, without her parents, what is Bo like? What does Bo like? How does she behave? She didn't know who she was beyond 'the maternal one', and she wasn't even sure if she wanted to be the maternal one because, out of all The English Roses, she had wanted this the most.. and yet it seemed like she was having the least fun, getting the most stress, and not earning all the recognition that she wanted. Not that it was for the fame, but she felt like she deserved more appreciation from everyone overall. She did a lot for the group, for the music, and for the fans.

She sighed, realizing she'd all but forgotten Ingrid. "Woah, sorry. I totally just zoned." she admitted with a flush of her cheeks, turning them scarlet from white in a manner of seconds. She needs to let loose, to celebrate with Ingrid. So she throws the screwdriver back and chugs, grimacing at the strong taste of alcohol, but she knows after a few of these she'll be hammered and she won't feel so lost anymore.

[rexsalah]

R E X and B O // the faux fight

[rexsalah]

"Best stunt man in town, Miss Marlow," Rex retorted, tipping an invisible hat with that irritating, in-built confidence the boy possessed that had made just about everybody he knows want to suffocate him at some point. But he wasn’t done, he couldn’t be, he knew what Marc’s orders were and he knew, if he didn’t comply, there was no end to the punishment he’d get. It was almost like being in school, with the rules and the demands and the fierce consequences. But these consequences wouldn’t just effect how much lunch time Rex got that day, it would effect his life. And, more importantly, Bo’s. He refused to let her get in trouble because he didn’t do his job well enough.

"Excuse me," Rex said, changing his tone of voice entirely, into a softer one that would imply he was the nicest guy in the world, "I didn’t mean that - you look amazing," he complimented, brushing the front section of her hair behind her ear, as if he was about to say something sweet or even romantic. "You know, in a Wednesday Addams all-grown-up kinda way.”

As he took a few steps back, Rex was vaguely aware of the cameras all around him, noting the red lights beginning to blink as people started to record the two. Clearly, they were only getting started on this whole ordeal. Rex wasn’t dreading it too much, though, mostly because nothing you could say to him would really offend him, he’d probably just embrace it in some, super-annoying way. But he wasn’t sure the same could be said for Bo. Part of him wanted to push the cameras out of the way, hug Bo and tell her she, in fact, looked beautiful tonight and he knew she didn’t need a plus one and she was one of the most talented people he knew. But he knew that giving into that part of him would mean Marc would be on his case for the rest of his goddamn life and everyone would know that they’d been faking their hatred for eachother. So he continued, his eyes burning into hers with a hatred that wasn’t truly there.

"So," Rex continued, in effort to keep this little fight up for the cameras that were all slowly being clicked on and pointed in their direction, "You planning on staying long? It’s just… you know, I’ve kind of been waiting for the fun to start and the boring folk to piss off home." he slipped his arm through hers, "Want me to walk you to the door, my love?"

[bomarlow]

It hurt. It really did. She knew it was bullshit. She knew it was all for show - an act to satisfy Marc's needs to remain in the headlines.. but that didn't mean that these words didn't sting. Bo was the maternal one of the group, the other three came to her for support and trusted her like little ducklings following around the mother duck.. but that didn't mean that she was invulnerable. Truth be told, she was very sensitive. She paled a bit, hurt shining in her eyes. Wednesday Addams? Sure, her look was dark.. but that was her thing. She was supposed to dress mysterious, classy, and mature. It went along with being portrayed as oh-so responsible. She swallowed hard and glanced at her heel-covered feet before she looked up at him.

He doesn't mean it. He wouldn't ever say anything like that to you. But how does she know that? Sure, he's one of her best friends and she trusts him, but should she? It was a dog eat dog world and maybe he was just pretending to like her. Maybe he lived for these "faux" fights, as they were the only chance he could voice his true concern. Of course, that was highly unlikely. It would be easier for them to just be admitted enemies.. but there was always what if. What ifs made Bo's stomach churn and her head pound.

"Fuck you." the singer said, jerking her arm away and pushing him back a little bit. "You are not going to touch me without my permission. I don't even like you, and even if I did, I wouldn't be caught dead with my arms linked in some jovial manner with some stunt guy, even if he thinks he's the best in town." she said with dark eyes. Sometimes being upset could fuel the lies. "Your face isn't on the screen and your voice isn't heard for a reason - because nobody wants either of those things from you. You're good at falling and being pushed aside - so why don't you leave me alone before you have to put those stunt skills to use?"

[bomarlow]

ooc:// replies are drafted!! will be posted tonight. thanks for being patient.