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@charlotte-foxx
Someone asked me where I've been recently, and here's my answer! I've been working on some new 'heel' dances. Definitely not as much fun as it looks. @LadaKasynets is a queen, and @MyWayDanceCentre is my favorite. Enjoy! Flawless xx
As long as you’re full of your happy-go-lucky pep, I’m sure we’ll all pull through.
Oh, please, enlighten me with your positivity! You absolutely glow with kindness and joy, don't you?
Why is everyone in such a shit mood today? You all need Prozac or something.
in the n u d e (self paragraph)
Charlotte's decision wasn't exactly difficult. She was given two options, and her mind was made up immediately. The only thing that even made her pause for a moment was the thought that if Caspar was in the same situation as her, he wouldn't have done the same. Maybe their friendship was worth more to her than it was to him.
"Would you rather, tell the fangirls, NOT ANONYMOUSLY, all about how shit Caspar Kane was in bed, or leak your own nudes?"
Don't get me wrong, as fit as she was from the hours of dancing, years of critique had left her uncomfortable in her own skin. She knew people found her attractive, but she wasn't exactly confident with her body either. Her mind had been made up instantly, but that didn't make leaking her own nudes any less embarrassing for her.
Stripping naked, Charlotte stared at herself in the mirror, hardly able to look herself in the eye. What would Finn think? What would her parents think? What would Marc think? What would any of her friends think? Would this stop her from getting jobs?
Her friendship with Caspar was strained enough as it was, and she wasn't exactly rich in friends. She couldn't afford to lose him over this. That's what helped her press the button on the camera. That's what helped her send it in to the fan blogs. That's the thought that got Charlotte to send naked pictures of herself to every tabloid she knew.
She had always promised herself that she wouldn't be that girl, that girl who was known for being promiscuous. But here she was, trying not to cringe at herself for being exactly everything she promised herself that she'd never be.
Not quite fabulous yet, but it’s sure damn close to it. I’m Marley.
Pfft, like I didn't know you were Marley Sporle. You're a queen.
I'm Charlotte.
Well good, I would’ve hated to make my first impression of you rather rude.
Good to know. That must mean your first impression of me is fabulous now, right?
It’s people like you that make me wonder why they call me the bitch. I never spill coffee on homeless people.
I tripped! But whatever, I gave him money, and he was high anyways!
You must have done something to anger the coffee gods. Tell me, what was it?
Oh my god, is this some kind of karma for accidentally killing my rabbit when I was twelve? Ingrid, I don't know if I can handle this.
On purpose or was it an accident?
Oh my god, it was an accident! I mean, I'm a bitch, but I'm not that much of a bitch.
I dont know whether or not to be sorry for the old man for getting coffee spilled on him, or you for spilling your coffee.
Definitely me! It was the most beautiful caramel macchiato that I'd ever had. I might never tasted anything like that again!
I may or may not have spilled my coffee on a homeless man this morning. Tough life, you know?
habits -- charlotte, lottie, & sam
Immediately, Lottie took the cash that Charlotte had handed over and flipped through. There was no need for counting, she’d kind of trained herself to know how much was there on first glance. “Good guess,” she said, putting the money in the draw where the acid had originally been and slumping down on to one of the chairs in the room, “You got it right give or take a few dollars,” she said.
There was a bit of a silence as Lottie reponed the draw, taking the cash back out and putting it in her pocket instead. She glanced between what was in her hand and the girl who was limping around her room. Lottie would’ve asked what was up or what was going on, but her mind was in other places. More specifically, the money - or lack of it - that she had. She hadn’t shifted half as much stuff as she thought she would’ve and money was running tight. It was kind of pissing her off how she seemed to be giving things out but not receiving anything for it.
"What d’you mean is that it?" she half laughed. Lottie could tell Charlotte was new to the whole thing, it was evident in even the way that she moved around and handled the whole situation. "If I gave you anymore, you’d be on the floor within the next ten minutes," she giggled. It wasn’t really funny but there you go.
"Hey, listen…I umh, I’ve been expecting someone," Lottie said glancing up at the clock, "But, I have to go out…Could you just take the bag out of that draw for me on the way out and then give it to Sam? He should be around here somewhere," she quickly explained, continuing before Charlotte could retaliate, "Thanks babe"
Charlotte blushed, embarrassed by her lack of knowledge about the situation. Yeah, if Lottie thought she had any street cred before, it was all gone now. "Oops," she muttered, running a hand through her messy blonde hair.
Raising her eyebrows at Lottie's request, she nodded slowly. She'd heard of Sam Fletcher's smoking habits, but she had no idea he'd been doing heavier stuff. Not that she'd ever talked to him. It was still news to her. "This stays between us right? No one can know." Before the other girl could answer, Charlotte was opening the drawer and pulling out the bag she'd previously mentioned.
"Thank you. Seriously, thanks." She shot a grateful look back towards the other girl, clearly not know what she was getting herself into. And with that, she let herself out into the hallway. Rounding the corner of the hotel floor, and not paying attention to where she was going, Charlotte walked face first into a taller figure.
Sam.
"Oh! It's you!" she exclaimed, her face brightening for a moment. "I've got a present for you." Charlotte waved the bag at him, careful to make sure no one else was around.
"Look, this is sort of a weird request, but I've never really done this before. ....Would you mind if we sort of stuck together this time? I know we don't really talk, but I figure you know your way around this stuff." She paused for a second, smirking at how that sounded. "That wasn't meant as an insult, but the way."
habits -- charlotte, lottie, & sam
As soon as Lottie had texted back Charlotte, she’d fallen asleep. A conversation about dealing to her was like chatting about the weather - it meant nothing. She’d been lying on her stomach on the stupidly bright Disney covers just zoning out. She didn’t want to walk around trying to avoid wannabe actors stuffed into huge Mickey Mouse costumes. She didn’t want to pretend to love everybody and sit with them on stupid, novelty rides that played the same ambience music over and over again.
She didn’t even want to sit around the pool having to pretend to be okay with the mass number of kids that she knew would be excitably jumping around. All Lottie wanted to do was gone home - back to LA, but since that wasn’t going to be viable until Sunday, sleeping out was the next best option. She’d just gotten comfortable and almost out of her head when she heard the front door of her room unlatch.
"Do you not fucking knock?" was what she yelled, not bothering to move from where she was lying. Her mind had automatically jumped to the conclusion that it was either: A) A cleaner B) Rex C) Leah or Ava Simply because she honestly didn’t bother speaking to anybody else, so why they’d bother dropping by was beyond her. However, the voice she’d heard arise from the main part of her room didn’t sound like any of the above. “Oh Char!” she half mumbled, forcing herself to wake herself up a little more, “Sorry, yeah…Keep your voice down…”
Why Charlotte thought she could outright just ask for “the stuff” so casually in a family building was beyond her. She lazily opened a draw situated in the tiny ‘living’ area and started to fumble through various envelopes, “I’m gonna give you three…I didn’t shift as much of this stuff at Hideout as I thought I would,” she said turning back around to face the blonde, making a point of not giving her anything until cash was on the table.
Charlotte raised her eyebrows, crossing her arms across her chest as Lottie yelled about knocking. Normally she would been all over her sassing her, as Char didn't often hold her tongue. But, she needed this stuff, and she wasn't about to lose her only opportunity of getting it.
"Yeah-no, it's fine," she muttered, limping towards the coffee table in the center of the room. Her hip was throbbing, and she could see in the full-length mirror of Lottie's hotel room, that the bruise was getting larger. You could see the outlines of it peeking out from the bottom of her shorts. Fuck. It was getting worse.
Reaching down her shirt, Charlotte pulled out the small wad of cash she had stuck in her bra.
"I guessed on the price," she stated, dropping the cash onto the table. That was bullshit, she'd googled it, but she wasn't about to tell Lottie that. Charlotte was new to this whole drug dealing thing.
"Is that it?" she asked, gesturing to the envelopes behind Lottie.
habits -- charlotte, lottie, & sam
As Lottie's last text flashed across Charlotte's phone, she began feeling a mixture of relief and nervousness. She knew this was a bad idea. In fact, she knew this was a terrible idea. All her life, people had told her not to self medicate. It was stupid, and bad things always happened. But, what was she meant to do? She'd had a small accident involving getting out a jacuzzi in Hideout. She'd been drunk, and she fell. Something in her hip had cracked and now she could barely walk, it hurt so much.
Charlotte was fucking terrified. She'd read this story a million times, about a dancer who got hurt and never recovered. Injuries like this ended careers. She was determined to not let that happen to her. But, she was meant to perform on one of those Disney floats tomorrow, and if she went to the doctor, they'd only tell her that she couldn't dance. She'd been hiding her limp for days now, knowing that if management found out, she'd be done.
Slipping her phone into her bra, Charlotte began the short walk to Lottie's hotel room. Well, it would've been short, if she could move at more than a turtle's pace. She cringed and hissed in pain as she took another step, using the wall as leverage. God, this stuff better work.
When she reached the door, Charlotte let herself in, not bothering to knock. This wasn't something that was going to happen out in the hallway anyway. She'd never been one for consideration.
Biting her bottom lip to keep from swearing in pain, she leaned on Lottie's couch for support.
"Got the stuff, babe?"
Text : Lottie
Lottie: How much do you want?
Charlotte: You tell me. I just need enough to keep me going for a couple of hours. It's a one time thing.
Text : Lottie
Lottie: Do you have the money on you or..
Charlotte: Yeah, I have it.
Text : Lottie
Lottie: Depends on what it is x
Charlotte: I heard you're selling, and I need a little.
