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@hollingshunter
mileshworths:
Why does it always come down to me and what I’m supposedly doing wrong? You’re not oblivious to his behavior, Hunter. Don’t act like I’m the devil child.
I know he’s not perfect but he’s our dad. Then how come Frankie and I don’t have as many problems with him as you do? You’re the only one who sees him as some evil warlord. And you don’t make things much easier.
A mandatory career fair is ridiculous for a lot of reasons, but it’s an excuse to escape my weekend job. Following along with Simpson’s charades is a lot less hellish than working for a Hollingsworth.
For once I can agree with you, once. Maybe if you weren’t acting like such a jackass, working for dad wouldn’t be so difficult.
I would have enjoyed a weekend away after such a busy internship, but my roommates are flat out horrible. I don’t understand how Simpson chose rooms, but he’s out of his mind.
Don’t flatter yourself, your the most repulsive person in that room. Hopefully you survive the weekend, wouldn’t want anything bad to happen to little miss legacy now would we?
troubledsong:
This is clearly ticking you off. It sounds like you’re going to explode with rage which makes this all even better. Calm down, little Hollingsworth.
Your very existence ticks me off as our air could be used by someone not so worthless. No wonder my brother likes hanging out with you, you’re both clinically insane.
Text || Hunter
Yael: I definitely know you do. I'm sorry for being weird these last few days and everything. I hope you can. Same here. I'm like flattered that you like me and everything I just don't think that would be a good idea to jump into right after you broke up with Arlene.
Hunter: It's okay, I understand where you're coming from. I know...I just would rather have you as my friend than not at all. It would really suck not having you in my life. I've lost two people I care about to those stupid legacies and Arlene. I couldn't even fathom losing you too.
outcastyael:
That sucks. I’m sure that you weren’t really that “rude “ to them. Some people just like to complain about nothing really. I know you would have. It’s super fun. I’m sure you would have done a great job with it. This guy yesterday told me I was okay for a girl. Like who says that still? True. Least I have Clare. Don’t worry I was way ahead of you. She already told me not to touch her belongings. Like why in the world I want to in the first place? But maybe I should put a little surprise inside her bag.
I wasn’t, they were just being stupid as usual. Yeah, I’ve learned that a lot at this place. Ha, no need to rub it in, I’m already jealous enough as it is. Wow, he must have an abundance of low self-esteem or something. I’m sure you’re more talented than any other guy there. Be careful, you might catch her bitch if you touch her things. You are genuinely my favorite person. What are you thinking?
It's the fourth day of your internship and one of the people whose medicine you stole is asking to pick up their pain pills.
Hunter was working in the back when his mentor came back rummaging around for a certain prescription. He could tell his mentor was a little frantic. “Uh, something wrong?” Hunter stepped away from his station and stood beside his mentor. “This woman is here for her pills but I can’t find them anywhere. Do you know where they might be?” Hunter made his way over to the computer, his hands ready on the keyboard. “What’s the name?” Hunter typed in the information that his mentor gave him and his eyes widened when he saw what came up on the screen. “Um, well her prescription was one of the bottles I got rid of yesterday. It was several months old and you told me where to put ones from certain time periods.” The truth was Hunter had taken that women’s pills for himself. He was a bit mortified at the situation but his only saving grace was that it was one of the older prescriptions. His mentor sighed and drummed his fingers on the counter. “Alright. Why people wait so long to get medication is beyond me.” Hunter breathed a sigh of relief, he was safe, for now.
mileshworths:
My feelings are genuinely hurt. Why do you like inflicting this kind of pain on your own flesh and blood? You need to pop a Xanax or something, nobody is going to bother you. Just ignore me the same way you always do at home, problem solved.
Yeah okay, we all know you don’t have any feelings to be hurt in the first place. You always bother me so maybe I should pop a Xanax or better yet, give you some kind of sleep medication so I don’t have to hear you at all. I already planned on it.
outcastyael:
Pharmacist sounds like a pretty boring job. I’m so glad I got Graphic Design. Though the people there can be really stupid sometimes. Least you’re not stuck with Becky and Clare. I’m hoping to avoid my room as much as I can.
It is, yesterday people were complaining that I was rude to them or whatever. Maybe if they weren’t being such idiots, I wouldn’t have been so “rude.” You’re lucky, I would have killed to get that internship. I bet that’s fun. Well Becky, I am so sorry you have to be stuck with her. But Clare’s not so bad, at least she’s in our circle. You guys have Becky outnumbered so you should probably plot some kind of prank to make her life miserable.
troubledsong:
Did I hurt your feelings? I mean your usual complaining is pretty lame and repetitive at this point.
No, I’m just sick of hearing your trap constantly flapping over nothing. News flash, no one wants to hear what you have to say, ever.
It's the third day of your internship and your mentor asks you to do more behind the scenes work. He wants you to make a list of patients who haven't picked up their prescriptions yet and remove any that are a year or older.
After several customer complaints from yesterday, Hunter’s mentor put him back behind the scenes for the day. Hunter couldn’t have been more grateful to not have any kind of human interaction with the outside world. His task for the day was to collect all the prescriptions that patients had not picked up and to get rid of any that were too old. He was supposed to place them in a separate bin for the pharmacist to get rid of, as tedious as it seemed, it was better than having to pretend to like people. After placing several bottles in the bins, he began to examine the pills a little more closely. Many of the older pills were painkillers, which he found odd that people wouldn’t pick them up. He played with a bottle in his hand and looking around to make sure he was alone, he stuffed the bottle in his pocket. For the rest of the morning he made it a priority to take several bottles and hide them in his backpack as he planned on selling them.
Text || Hunter
Yael: I've been thinking a lot since the party about everything that's happened between us.
Yael: I still want to be friends with you. I want things to go back to how they were before. We don't even have to hang out in secret. That was kind of dumb of me to say at that party.
Hunter: I'm so glad to hear you say that because I want that too. I really miss you. Don't worry about Arlene either, I can handle her. I just want us to be able to at least be friends again.
troubledsong:
I think it’s fitting for you. You know a boring and pathetic job to fit a boring and pathetic person. I’m sure you’ll survive the weekend.
Shut the hell up, Esme. No one asked for your opinions which are usually pretty much pathetic in itself.
mileshworths:
Oh, the horrors of sharing a room with me. Shouldn’t you be happy it’s not a complete stranger that you loathe? At least I’m used to you slamming doors in my face. If you gave a similar attitude to someone who doesn’t know you, they might punch you or something. You basically lucked out.
I guess between the two, you are the best available option but that doesn’t mean I like it. I’m sure I’m more likely to want to punch you instead. Just don’t be a dick the whole time. As long as you stay out of my way then we’ll be just fine.
It's the second day of your internship and your mentor asks you to greet customers. One of them says you're rude and wants to speak to your mentor.
Hunter wasn’t one for social interaction to begin with so when his mentor asked him to greet customers for the day, he almost threw up in his mouth. He groaned as he walked over to the front of the cash register where he would spend the rest of his morning. As the next customer came up, Hunter was already annoyed. The customer stood at the register, waiting to be greeted. Hunter leaned against the counter, waiting for the customer to say what they needed. “Can I help you?” His tone was a little harsh. “Yes, I’m picking up a prescription.” Hunter reluctantly pushed himself from the counter. “Kay, what’s the name?” The customer eyed Hunter, before opening her mouth again. “Hello? I can’t get it for you if you don’t tell me the name.” The customer crossed her arms. “You know, you are quite rude, young man. Where is your manager?” Hunter rolled his eyes and laughed. “Are you serious? Yeah, whatever lady.” Hunter disappeared behind the shelves to go get his manager.
My internship couldn’t possibly be any more lame. Who the hell finds it interesting to be a pharmacist? Thank god it’s only for a week. First this and now I get stuck rooming with my obnoxious brother for the weekend? I already have to deal with him at home, now I can’t even get away from him on a weekend trip.
Text || Hunter
Yael: I was wondering if I could talk to you.
Hunter: hey. yeah, what's up?
