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dolliemcclairy‌:

“Sure, okay,” Dollie said, taking a piece of gum. “What flavour is it?” She didn’t stop to wait for an answer, already popping the piece of gum in her mouth and beginning to chew it. Worst-case scenario it was spearmint, and all that meant was that she’d have to find a bin to spit it out in. She could deal with that.

She waited for Kallie to take a few selfies before leaning round to rest her chin on her shoulder. “Take one with me?” she asked. “We can upload it on facebook and remind everyone we went to college with how cute we are now.”

“It says ‘fresh mint’ on the package... as if that means anything. Kinda tastes like peppermint, though,” Kallie answered, tossing the pack back into her bag before turning back to the table. She smiled when the girl’s head landed on her shoulder. “Oh my god, yes, of course!”

Kallie pulled her phone up and posed goofily with her tongue out, then added a few face-recognizing filters to the two of them and took a couple where they had hearts circling their heads or glitter on their cheeks. “I hate asking people to take pics with me because I never know if they actually like it, you know? Some people get so weird about having their picture taken.”

#dollie

florencepsource

January 8, 2020

#that second picture was definitely kallie having to go on a group date on the bachelor #and she couldnt get any attention because some whiny bitch slipped and fell #and then everyone called her heartless for saying it was a play to get more facetime with the bachelor

veronicasloane‌:

“It would be a little weird if they didn’t have that,” she said, although not sure where it would be at. Veronica was still browsing through some of the bath bombs she could make, waiting for the one she wanted to make the most to make itself known. “Seems like one of the types that would be the most popular. I’m sure it’s around here somewhere.” Veronica finally found one that looked good - mainly being hooked in by the description of ‘This is a great bath bomb for stress relief’ - as the other woman worked on her Instagram post. The event had to be getting great promotions with everyone’s social media accounts. Even Vee had posted a few things throughout the day - pictures with a few of her friends at the event, or whatever had come out of the end of her class. She was digging out the first supply she would need when she heard a familiar question. Thanks to Hellmouth, Veronica had gained herself a pretty huge fanbase. Still, it was a CW show after all, and not everyone cared for CW shows. That meant she typically seemed vaguely familiar to some, but they couldn’t figure out who she was. “Maybe,” she said with a shrug. She opted for this kind of response instead of immediately bringing up the show - just in case it was one of those rare situations where she only looked like someone they knew. “I’m Veronica.”

Kallie picked up one of the powders and sniffed it, tilting her head slightly as she took in the light floral aroma. Not bad. She wanted detergent, and there certainly was a lot of lavender-y smelling detergent out there, but she preferred just that plain, clean, soapy scent. Like her favorite fresh cotton-smelling spray from Bath and Body Works.

Veronica. God, that sounded familiar. Kallie tilted her head a little bit. “You on a TV show or something? I swear everyone here is on some channel or other. Hell, whatever you’re from, it’s definitely less embarrassing than my TV history.”

An image of her yelling profanities at her ex-boyfriend from Paradise had once ended up on the cover of Us Magazine. Granted, it was one of those little corner specials that nobody paid attention to next to the big story about rumors that Princess Kate was expecting twins. It was easy to look past the ugly-crying face of the villain from Bachelor in Paradise when the face of an English royal sat half an inch away on the page. But still- people who didn’t watch the Bachelor sometimes recognized her from that awful picture. “I’m Kallie, by the way.”

#veronica

josefinadelafuente‌:

Meditation had never been something Josie had tried before. Yoga? Sure. She wasn’t a complete yogi, but she liked a good yoga class occasionally. It was a good exercise and much more enjoyable to her than going to the gym. She figured she might as well try out the class, especially since she liked yoga, although it did seem a little odd to just sit silently. At least with yoga, she was actively doing something. Her body was stretching, she was concentrating on whatever pose she was doing; it built stamina and flexibility. What would meditation do? Outside of maybe leave her to her own thoughts… which seemed potentially terrifying. Josie chose to stick it out though, ultimately parking herself in a spot and hoping she came out of the class with clarity opposed to anything else (unlikely). It wasn’t easy though, because that feeling that it was just silly continued to run through her brain. She poked open an eye occasionally, not sure if they were allowed to be open (it felt like not), and as she did so, she heard the person next to her speak. Josie tried to stifle a snort, because she wasn’t wrong. “You’d think so,” she said, keeping her voice low to avoid being on the receiving end of someone’s death glare. “I’m waiting to see if it’s going to prove me wrong.”

“Oh thank God,” Kallie sighed and turned to the woman next to her. “I was worried I would be the only one who didn’t know what she was doing.”

Kallie glanced around and took notice that she seemed to be the only one who wasn’t taking this gravely seriously as well. What kind of sticks were these people shoving up their asses to make them so serious about sitting on the ground and breathing calmly? That was one thing she’d noticed since moving to LA; people were very serious about things, but they were the opposite kind of things that people would be very serious about in a place like New York. Other places in the country they were invested in their jobs and the stock market and shit. Here in LA, god forbid if their green smoothies didn’t have the correct amount of wheatgrass, or if some blonde reality star so much as uttered a whisper during their pop-up meditation class.

“Are you from here?” Kallie asked the woman who had answered her. “Can you give me an answer why all these people are so... into this stuff?”

#josefina

nolieparker‌:

Nolie opened her eyes at the voice next to her, blinking a couple times as her eyes adjusted. A reality show contestant herself, Nolie didn’t take long to recognize Kallie- she’d spent nights running in from dance class to turn on the Bachelor in time to stretch and cool down as the show played, and stolen moments away from rehearsal for the tour to catch up on Paradise. And she wondered, immediately, what the hell this girl was doing in meditation. To be fair, she seemed like a lot, if her television appearances were any indication. Perhaps meditation would actually be a good idea.

She shrugged. “Technically, you can do most of this stuff at home,” she whispered, grateful to be in the back of the group with a lower risk of being heard over the humming. She’d chosen the spot to stick closer to Charlie, who lounged behind her, chin on the ground. “Google could accomplish some of these classes. I guess it’s about being part of something.”

The first thing she noticed about the girl was her dog.

“Oh my god, he’s so cute,” Kallie gasped as she turned her head towards the canine. “What’s his name?”

There were some angry shushes from a couple sitting near them- two white people with dreadlocks and a distinct aroma that really meant they should be more chill than they were currently acting. Kallie rolled her eyes.

“Oh, go smoke another doobie,” she spat back in a whisper, then turned back to the girl sitting next to her. “Sorry, I promise I’m not... like, mean. Or anything. Unless you’re mean to me first, which you haven’t been. Sorry. What’s your name? You look a little familiar, but... ugh, yeah. Sorry.”

Oh no, the Minnesota was coming back out. Kallie could feel it every time she heard herself inexplicably apologizing for no particular reason. It happened every time she was out of her element, and meditation class was so far out of her element she might as well have been in a different world. Sure, there was yoga class and shit back in her Minneapolis suburb, but meditation felt so... crunchy.

#nolie

veronicasloane‌:

The other woman answered her shortly, although Veronica had done the same before, which led her to being unable to bring herself to care – yet, anyway. “Seems like magic would be better put to use by putting them together for us.” Veronica didn’t mind making a few things every now and again, but she never really considered herself to be a crafty. “Personally, I don’t care much for any of the ones with glitter. Bitch to clean.”

“Fair,” Kallie answered, taking in the powders and mechanisms in front of her. She lifted one up to her face to sniff it, took in a big whiff, then scowled and nearly threw it back on the table. “Ugh. Vanilla. I don’t want to get out of my bath smelling like a cupcake left outside by a six-year-old. Is there any, like... clean smelling stuff? Like laundry detergent or something? I wanna smell like fresh cotton.”

Kallie pored over the powders for another moment before pulling her phone out and quickly tapping Instagram open. Even if this class was a complete failure, it would make a cute story. So she picked up the cutest one- a pink, glittery pot of bath bomb powder- and lifted it up to the camera while holding down the Boomerang button, watching it go back and forth as she wrote a quick caption and posted it. Then she set down the powder and looked at the woman next to her, scrunching her face a little.

“Do I know you?” she asked with mild recognition.

#veronica

dolliemcclairy‌:

Dollie broke out into a bright smile, genuinely happy to see somebody she knew. “Kallie!! You’re looking great! I love what you’ve done with your hair today.” She hadn’t really been a fan of The Bachelor until she learned that her sorority sister was going to be a contestant. She’d watched it for Kallie, but stayed for the trashy reality TV drama. And that meant she’d watched as her fellow Kappa had been dumped in Paradise a few months ago. Dollie knew that sucked at the best of times, she couldn’t imagine having it broadcast on TV for all the world to see.

She’d never been quite sure how to approach Kallie Soderstrom, who had always seemed so untouchably cool in her mind. But there was no way she was leaving a fellow sister to brood alone after a break-up, not when she’d fallen back into her life like this.

“I think Kevin, maybe?” she suggested. “Kallie-and-Kevin has a nice ring to it.”

“Done,” Kallie waved her hand in front of her face as if making a proclamation, then dug her hand into her purse next to her and pulled out a pack of gum along with her iPhone. “You want a piece?”

She popped one of the pieces of gum into her own mouth and started chewing before carefully lining up the succulent on her phone’s camera, holding it in her hand and then turning the camera towards her for a selfie.

“Don’t judge me,” Kallie said before lifting up her plant and landing a kiss on it, snapping a couple pictures of herself before laying both the succulent and the camera back down on the table.

#dollie

Where: LA Resolutions - Meditation class

When: Sunday, January 5th

Who: Open!!! - @thejunglestarters

Kallie hadn’t ever really been into the whole yoga-meditation-raw vegetables-hemp-namaste kinda thing. But it seemed the whole god damn city of Los Angeles was, and if she was going to be an Angeleno, Kallie figured she might as well start doing as the Angelenos did. Which meant forcing herself into this meditation class.

“I’m really paying to just sit here quietly with a bunch of strangers,” she muttered to herself, rolling her eyes and closing them again. The instructor was leading some kind of humming thing that they were supposed to follow, which Kallie attempted before needing to stop in order to stifle a laugh. She opened her eyes again and turned to the person on her right, keeping her voice down. “Isn’t this something that’s like... completely possible to do at home? For free?”

#open

veronicasloane

Where: L.A. Resolutions - Bath Bombs Class

When: Sunday, January 5th

Who: open!! @thejunglestarters

“Something tells me that this is going to be a bit of a mess,” Veronica said as she looked at all of the supplies laid out on their table. “I’m an avid user of bath bombs, but I’ve never made one before.” Veronica had a pretty decent sized tub, primarily because she enjoyed a good bubble bath soak after a long day. It always involved three dogs sitting on the outside of her tub, head on their paws and perfectly timed whines for their owner to come out and pet them, but she still enjoyed her baths - however long they lasted. “Have you ever done this before?” she asked the person next to her.

kallmekallie

Bath bombs. Of course a god damn reality star would be caught in a bath bomb-making class. But that was the funny thing about having been the so-called villain of a season of reality television; you kind of lose all interest in other peoples judgement of you. She’d certainly gotten more than enough criticism on Twitter and Instagram from “Diana, God-Loving Mother of Five!” or “Linda, Mommy of Keightlynne and Jaxsonne and Blessed by my Lord and Savior Jesus Christ!” to lose any kind of concern of obsessive Bachelor fans equipped with smartphones. Kallie could already see the tweets. “As if Bachelor Kallie couldn’t get any more basic, here she is making bath bombs!”

“Nope, never done it before,” Kallie answered bluntly as she took a seat next to the woman at the table. “Any magic shit here or just glitter and perfume?”

#veronica

dolliemcclairy-deactivated20210

Where: LA Resolutions - Gardening class

When: Saturday, January 4th

Who: Open!! - @thejunglestarters

After being shown by an instructor how to properly repot her baby spider-plant, Dollie picked out a brightly-coloured plastic pot and moved to a table to have a go herself. She was as gentle as possible, cooing softly to her spider-plant in mumbled baby-talk as she patted soil around its roots.

She looked up to reach for the watering can, and nearly leapt out of her skin when she realised someone else was at the table with her. “I’m sorry,” she said automatically. “I was talking to Steven.” She nodded down towards her plant by way of explanation. “Does yours have a name yet?”

kallmekallie

“Dollie,” Kallie breathed as she took a seat. “Thank God, I know someone here. My stepsister had work today and I couldn’t force her to take off to come to this thing with me.”

Dollie McClairy was a year older than her and had been a fellow Kappa when they went to Wisconsin together, and she had a reputation as being one of the nicest girls anyone had ever met. Which meant Kallie had always felt the need to stay away and hang with people she could shit-talk with. But seeing a familiar face was more of a relief right now than anything, and they’d been out of college for a few years now.

Kallie set down the succulent she’d grabbed from the table as well as the collection she’d been handed from the expert at the front. “No name yet. But I’m open to suggestions.”