PERFECT MISTAKE

emilio aldea. twenty eight. trouble.

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Camila: It tastes the same, don't even try.

Emilio: How would you know? You don't know what my taste buds are experiencing.

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Camila: You could always order your own pizza.

Emilio: But it tastes so much better when you order it.

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“H-have you seen Charlie? Charlotte? She didn’t come home last night and I’m really, really worried. I’ve been texting and calling and she isn’t responding.”

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“I have no idea who that is, so... Can’t really help you there.”

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Camila: I fell asleep while eating pizza last night and then woke up at 5am and continued to eat it.

Camila: I'm doing this adult thing right, or at least I think I am.

Emilio: ...So that's where the pizza went.

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camilaaldea:

“I am an excellent driver, I’m just not good at parking. There’s a difference.”

“Well, parking is kind of a part of that, so I don’t think excellent is word you’re looking for... Decent, maybe.  Next time, I’m driving.”

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luckyalmasri:

“I’m still in school, actually. You know, that whole education thing is kinda important nowadays.” As opposed to being scared of him like most girls her age would be, Lucky’s eyes had suddenly lit up. She’d got under his skin, which was exactly what she’d intended to do. “Especially when it comes to options, opening doors. Can you imagine what would happen if I disrupted my schooling to go pursue my new dreams to become a mime? Complete anarchy, that’s what. I’d probably wind up chain-smoking, joining a gang, shaving my head and getting a few ugly tattoos to jazz it up.” She smiled at him sweetly instead. “God, life is so hard out here for a thug.”

“Yup, that’s me. The thug of bayside,” Emilio rolls his eyes again, a smirk lighting up his lips as he finished his cigarette and put it out under his shoe. This is why he stayed away from teenage girls -- they were petty and annoying and it made him remember how he used to be that age. It was disgusting. City girls he could tolerate -- sometimes -- but these small town hicks? He couldn’t deal with the small mindedness of it all. “Do yourself a favor, sweetheart, and grow up. There’s a lot more to the world than this.” he gestured around them to the town itself. “Believe me. If you don’t smarten up, there will be loads of other people who will have no problem smacking that little grin of yours right off your face.”

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“Don’t laugh at me, I may have overestimated this parking space. We’ll just forget this ever happened once I’m out of here.”

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“How do you still have your license? How?”

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luckyalmasri:

“Bruh, none of us belong here. People like me who were born here don’t even deserve to be here. We didn’t have a choice in the matter,” she tilted her sunglasses down to look at him over the rim of them. “You belong on an episode of Prison Break.” 

“Then... I dunno... leave?” Emilio lit his cigarette, taking a puff before rolling his eyes at her. “You’re old enough, right? Get off your high horse and do something about it, then. You have options -- so quit your bitching.” he took another puff, resisting the urge to blow the smoke in her face. “And you would make a great mime if you shut your damn mouth, but that’s just not how life works, sweetheart.”

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luckyalmasri:

“Dude, you totally can enjoy them, it’s just unexpected. It’s kinda like Barney singing about loving anal on PBS Kids.”

That doesn’t even make sense... At all, actually, seeing as those two things are completely different, but. Hey. Thanks -- you just have me another reminder why I belong in the city and not some hole-in-the-wall town up in bum-fuck USA.

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lucia-roma:

No actually that was all a joke but I appreciate your effort in attempting to answer all of my questions. For one, I’m not blind and can see the family resemblance. I would have thought you were a brother or a family member even if you didn’t tell me. As for the dog? Well the dog will do anything for affection, even getting up and personal with someone new.

I’m Lucia, your sister and I are new friends, or somewhere on our way.

Well, yeah. I just got here, I don’t need people thinking I’m sort of creepy stalker or some shit. I’m not all that into being the center of attention, so the less heat I have on me, the better.

On your way? You’re either friends or you’re not -- friendship isn’t really a destination.

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luckyalmasri:

“Okay, no offence but I was not expecting cupcakes with that whole tattooed head thing you’re channeling. Unless they’re made of like, death and children’s tears.”

So I can’t enjoy cupcakes if I have tattoos on my head? That seems a little fucked up.

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baker-dublin:

Damn, well that’s uh.. you’re a simple man, huh?

I guess you could say that.

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camilaaldea:

Wait, did you actually break into my house? Emilio, get it together. Not cool!

Well, yeah. My ass wasn’t sleeping outside -- I don’t know what kind of wolves or bears or shit would’ve come and eaten me if I did.

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margaret--jackson:

“Maybe she did one of those things.”

“Nope.”

You’re not a very talkative person, are you?

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jayden--burke:

“Nothing at all? That’s a bummer…um, I’m afraid I don’t know for sure, but I’m sure she’ll be home soon….”

There’s some bread, but it’s that whole wheat shit -- I don’t go near it.

She’s a nurse so her hospital shifts are probably wicked busy and stuff. Unless she’s been missing or something.

[baker-dublin]

What kind of snacks were you looking for, then? As a baker I kinda assume everyone wants sweets. 

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Like, chips and stuff, man. I mean, donuts are okay, but there’s nothing like a fresh bag of chips and a beer late at night.

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camilaaldea:

You never told me you were coming. Was I supposed to be expecting you?

Well, no. But I got in at like, two am and you weren’t even home. It was concerning -- especially since it wasn’t hard to get into your house, y’know. Your dog isn’t really the fighting type.