“Happy, party on a yacht day!”
"Yay!" Imogene smiled, handing her a glass.
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“Happy, party on a yacht day!”
"Yay!" Imogene smiled, handing her a glass.
“am i sun burnt on my back?”
imogene reached up and smacked her back, "did it hurt more than i usually does? if the answer is yes than you more than likely have sun burn." she smiled at her.
This is so amazing, I can’t believe I’m on an actual yacht!” she smiled, “Now let’s get this party started!”
imogene looked at her, sipping her champagne. "it is pretty nice, my family's yacht is bigger though."
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bates hadn’t really done much for the past couple of days or at least much with anybody in the house, he was waiting for the news about the hit and run to die down which it seemed to be doing before he really talked or did anything with anybody. he needed space and time just like everyone else did, he had spent most of the few days out exploring hawaii and taking photographs of the island then in his room reconnecting with his love of classical music on his phone and catching up with his favorite artists. he felt refreshed after hiding out for that time being, feeling a lot more energized and better than usual. making his way down the stairs into the kitchen, he rummaged through the fridge for a drink before making his way out onto one of the balconies to relax for awhile although surprised to see imogene had already had the same idea. “well, there’s a face i can’t complain about seeing.” he smirked at the girl with wink following after his words as he approached the railing to lean back against.
imogene was lounging on one of the beach chairs, a magazine in hand. her head snapped up at the sound of someone joining her. "surprisingly, you're not the first person to say that." she teased, sitting up from her position to look at him. the few days of no one talking to her have been absolute heaven to be honest, she didn't have to deal with anyone's bullshit, it was just nice to have some peace and quiet. "but i guess i needed some eye candy." she pulled up her long legs into her chest and patted the empty space with her foot, "come join me. I have some ideas for our ship name." she grinned at bates, holding out her hand to steal his drink.
"it's my defense mechanism, i can't fucking help it." imogene set her cup down and bit her lower lip. "i'm sorry for almost killing you." she murmured, picking up one of the cupcakes she made earlier and bit into it. "for your sake and everyone's sake, i'll try and not to be on attack mode 24/7."
"everybody thinks that i'm that bad, you are the only one who thinks that i'm not capable of murder." she tilted her head back, her eyes stinging as tears threatened to slip. "shit, i know you didn't mean it ro, i never take anything you say seriously. that's just how you are, i didn't take it in offense." imogene was surprised to hear roman apologize, it didn't come often. "thank you though, ro. maybe just maybe you have a heart." she teased, pushing him a cup of coffee on the counter.
"everybody in this fucking house assumes we did it on purpose. i loved andrew, he was like my brother. do you think that i'm not hurt too? do you think that what happened doesn't eat me up inside. all of you are fucking idiots if you think we intentionally hurt somebody. do you want an apology? would it matter, would you even accept it? i don't think anybody would so get the fuck out of my face and back the fuck off. if you hate me, leave me alone, don't talk to me." imogene huffed out in one long breath as she brewed her coffee and prepared to make pancakes for her and sam.
imogene was just coming back from the event and as soon as she saw bradley, she couldn't help but roll her eyes. did no one in the fucking house have a brain? it was accident, they didn't do it on purpose but since everyone saw imogene as a self righteous bitch, they assumed that she did it on purpose. "get off the ground, you look pathetic and the cameras won't buy it." imogene snatched the chips up from the floor next to her, "i know he was 'the love of your life' but before you break down, just know that everyone in the house feels the same thing that you do." she opened the bag of chips and poured them into a bowl for bradley. "i know you and everybody in this house want an apology but even if i did apologize, no one would accept it. what's the point?"
#samogene: after the reveal
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sam, like the rest of the group, was completely and utterly shocked at the reveal of who was driving the other car. imogene and bates were two of sam’s closest friends, she didn’t know what to think or how to feel about it. to her, it was still an accident, and whether everyone else saw it as that or not, she knew that the two of them would never have done something like that on purpose. they both loved andrew, everyone did. everyone was handling this differently. some wanted to be alone while others didn’t, and it was hard to keep track of who wanted what and when. she hadn’t seen bates yet, and imogene fled the scene as soon as the bomb dropped, so sam set out to find her. checking on her best friend was really only half of the reason she left the cabana so early, the other half was because being around so many emotionally unstable people while being emotionally unstable herself kind of freaked her out even more.
when she got back inside of the house, she was grateful to have found the door to imogene’s room shut. “immy,” she said, knocking gently. “it’s sam… open the door?”
imogene wasn't the type to cry in front of others, she'd rather wait until she was alone to become vulnerable. after the reveal, she wanted to leave as soon as possible. fuck this show and it's fucking producers, they didn't know shit about the accident. she sniffed as she opened the door, wiping her eyes quickly. "have you come to fight me, scream at me, go ahead. i'm sure that you won't be the only one." imogene crossed her arms over her chest, refusing to look at the blonde. "and i'm packing my shit so if you've come to say that i need to leave, you're too fucking late."
bates had figured that everyone in the house had gone to bed, he couldn’t really find it in himself to sleep and he wasn’t sure what was causing it. he’d tossed and turned for almost an hour or so. giving up on it, he got out of bed and made his way through the house quietly, he didn’t want to wake anyone especially if anyone was to be pissy about it. at first, he rummaged through the fridge for anything to eat and nothing caught his eye so he flipped the tv on to watch something although nothing was entertaining enough especially since he rarely watched tv. he laid himself out on the couch, moving his arm over his face to cover his eyes as he let out a slow breath.
"you know, you look suspicious of something." imogene said, walking into the living room with a pint of ben and jerry's. the brunette took a seat on the recliner next to him. "i know somethings up when you act like this." she tilted her head to the side, "what's wrong bates?" she questioned, "if it's about you know...that, than stop. everything will be okay, i promise." imogene reached out and ran her hands through his hair, gently tugging the ends. "if anything, i'll handle it. okay?" imogene leaned back and put another spoonful of cookie dough ice cream in her mouth before offering him some.
“the fact that they’re using andrew’s death as some sort of twist for their show is fucking pathetic..”
"i'm a cold hearted bitch but this show honestly took it to a level it didn't need to go to."
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"i dared her to do that to embarrass her. clearly, she is so used to being naked. maybe that’s how she ended up being able to afford her plane ticket. porn or prostitution, maybe both.” she leaned against the counter, “i couldn’t agree more. i’m a cruel bitch and watching them suffer for their naivety keeps me amused.” a small smirk spread over her face as she looked at ashton, “what’s your sob story? how’d you become so guarded?” she questioned, pushing over another cupcake toward him. “i’ll show you mine if you show me yours.” imogene teased, tilting her head.
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