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margo: so there's something you're not telling me?
margo: interesting.
logan: you know its a lot easier to talk to elvie bc he doesn't think

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margo: so there's something you're not telling me?
margo: interesting.
logan: you know its a lot easier to talk to elvie bc he doesn't think
phoebe’s trip back home to vietnam had been exactly what she needed ── a much needed break from the stress of new york city and constant hustle and bustle that never quite stopped. she’d left pretty abruptly, hopping on the first red eye flight she could book so she never really got a chance to say goodbye, especially not to logan but phoebe knew that she’d never actually leave if she had to say goodbye to logan face to face. but, she’s back now and she’s brought vietnamese candy and snacks so that has to make up for something, right ? at least that’s what phoebe tells herself when she pushes the key ( that logan gave to her, trusted her to have ── phoebe still does a giddy little dance whenever she thinks about that ) into the lock of logan’s front door, opening it just far enough so she can peek through the opening. “ helloooooooo? ” phoebe calls, taking the key out of the lock and sliding the necklace back around her neck ( right next to her heart where, she feels, is very fitting ) as she opens the door even further. “ logannnnn, i’m here, please don’t kill me for ghosting. i’m back now! ” phoebe bounces on her toes, the bag of snacks and candy swishing back and forth from her arm. “ just to let you know, if you roundhouse kick me, i will cry. ”
Logan was both good and bad at holding on to grudges. People who left her life tended to leave a lasting mark. If they weren’t around to defend themselves then the grudge would grow and grow until it was a part of her. Abandonment wasn’t something he could simply let go of, whether it was friend, family, or love. But the second that person came back--- The little girl in her seemed to reach out for them. The anger would bubble up but once it was unleashed, she had nothing left to hold on to. That’s what happened with Ivy. She screamed at her in a Target, ignored her in the woods, until finally texting her for answers. The grudge was gone, and somehow that hurt a lot more than the anger. But when Phoebe left... It was different. It wasn’t an intense fire of anger. It wasn’t fury. It was just sadness and disappointment. Unlike Ivy, Logan didn’t try to stop her. She’d been down that path before. If people wanted to leave, then there was nothing she could do about it. So she worked more than usual and tried to occupy herself with other things, other people. Her friends were there, Niko was there, even Sage was there. And then one by one, everyone else began to leave. Sage left. Niko left. Everyone faded away until all she had was her squad of best friends. People she clung to without even telling them. Last week had been particularly rough, but she’d gotten through it. And now Phoebe was back. And once again, Logan came full circle. A part of her was furious, another part was upset, and another part was just relieved she came back at all. “You can stop screaming, I’m right here.” She replied from the living room. Logan is sprawled out on her back on the couch, a bowl of popcorn sitting on her stomach. Every so often she grabs a handful and shoves it in her mouth. Phoebe’s arrival sends waves of confusion through her. Do they hug? Does she say hello? Does she even stand up from her position on the couch? Instead, she remains exactly where she is, a blank expression on her face. “Hey.”
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margo: of course
margo: ice cream THEN sky diving?
logan: deal
logan: i'll tell you everything 10,000 ft in the air
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margo: well at least you're aware..
margo: hm. okay...
margo: elvie is a danger to himself with or without you lol maybe you shouldn't work? do something fun? do you wanna??? go get some ice cream or something? sky diving?
logan: thank you.
logan: ice cream or sky diving. is there a middle option or
everrosekincaid:
Some of the rooftop bars around here would be perfect places to blend in, if they already weren’t reserved for fashion week. Anything that was pricey or fancy enough may have already been booked for private parties be the designers being showcased in these runway shows or by people who just want to show off their money. The rooftop bars also felt like it wouldn’t be much different socializing wise than where they were right now. A smile grew on Everleigh’s face at Logan’s idea. “A thrift store?” She contemplated, the only time she had ever gone into a thrift store was to see if there were any good books. She never even considered buying clothes or anything else from there.
“Aren’t you supposed to wash the clothes you get at those stores before actually wearing them?” The brunette raised a brow at the other girl. “Oh what the hell, I’m in. I’ll need to look for a backpack or a big purse too. My mother will kill me if I lose anything I’m wearing right now.”
Logan spent a good majority of college in thrift stores. In high school everyone knew who she was. University was her shot at a semi normal life. It didn’t matter how much money was in her account. Spending a little bit on clothes that were cool without looking--- like a wealthy kid’s clothes? Definitely worth it. Some of the best items she had were from Thrift stores. To this day, she still found a new leather jacket almost every year from the one near her apartment. Maybe Ev wasn’t exactly the type of girl who’d normally be in there, but she was certain they could make it work for one night. “Yeah, it’s not as scary as you think.”
The way she shrugged is just another way of saying she didn’t really care. Most thrift stores in the city washed the donated items before selling them anyways. And even if they didn’t, whats the chance of getting something from a shirt with the tags still on it? After all, a bunch of thrift stuff was just clothes people never wore, forgot about, and then gave up. That was the fun of it all. Someone else’s forgotten treasure became brand new to you. “They have great backpacks. I found a wicked one with patches on it last time. Just trust me.” Hopping off the counter, Logan peaks outside the bathroom. Only when the cost is clear does she sneak away, trusting that Everleigh is right behind her.
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margo: you're being so weird rn
margo: uh ok
margo: cause i can get you ANYthing you just gotta tell me
logan: i know
logan: im not myself lately but i dont know how to fix it.
logan: i just need to work on ghost gallery or coolsville seeing as elvie might die if i dont follow you guys
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margo: when are you ever distracted??
margo: seems serious to me.
margo: ... do you need anything...
logan: good question
logan: seems september 20th is my time
logan: uh
logan: i dont know
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margo: ...right...
margo: you don't sound fine lmao
logan: im a little distracted
logan: nothing serious
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margo: really? i think it'd make me look like a chunk of snot tbh
margo: are you good? i expected you to remind me i've got coolsville in less than a month
logan: shit sorry. yeah coolsville starts soon
logan: I'm totally fine. I probably just forgot to write it down.
ellvie:
i fucked up is a phrase that elvie has heard ( and said ) countless times, and it’s one that, in his experience, has a vast range of possible meanings. logan could be referring to her choice in slushie vendors, but she could also be referring to some catastrophic decision or event or interaction. it was quite the toss up, in elvie’s opinion. he frowned, brows knitting together and mouth falling open as he prepared to press for details, but logan pulled his jacket around her shoulders and climbed out of the van while he was still contemplating how to approach the topic without spooking logan into recoiling like a turtle retreating into their shell.
elvie called her name as he hopped out of the van with a grunt of exertion. he scurried across the parking lot and managed to reach the door to the convenience store a split second before she did. “logan,” he repeated, sounding a little breathless this time. elvie flung himself in front of the door so that he was looking logan in the eye…and she wouldn’t be able to get around him. “what happened?” he asked her again, “i’ve never seen you like this before.” he’s used to logan being composed and organized and unflappable, and now he’s struggling to reconcile his image of her with the person standing in front of him.
Even fucked up and getting over an intense high, Logan is still the definition of a type a personality. She’s completely out of her element both physically and mentally, yet she still has a clear idea of how this evening it going to go. The plan is simple and if she can just get through it then tomorrow they can pretend like nothing happened. Step one was to buy the biggest slurpees they had and a bunch of candy to keep them both occupied. Step two was to avoid his questions until he either forgot or gave up. Step three was to rant to either Elvie or to herself in the bathroom once they got back to the apartment. Step four was to drink water, pass out on the couch, and forget all of this happened by morning. It was easy enough, if you didn’t think too hard about her current mental state. It wasn’t like she was used to this. A breakdown wasn’t acceptable for someone like her. She was supposed to be controlled, analytical, composed, not a hot mess in a 7/11.
She can hear her name fall from his lips while she continues to forge forward. If they could just get inside and stuff their mouths then she wouldn’t have to talk right now. She needed more time to calm down. More time to think about how she wanted to explain. More time to pull herself together so that she didn’t look like a complete maniac when she finally snapped. Turns out, when you have people who care about you--- It’s a lot harder to hide. “Elvie please.” Her voice is sharp, probably harsher than she would’ve liked. But she can’t help it. For the first time in years she can feel tears welling up. Everything is hitting her all at once like an eruption. She can’t even meet his eyes for fear of her last wall crumbling. Her life is being pulled in a million different directions. There’s the girl her parents want her to be, who she feels she needs to be, who others need her to be, who she truly is. It’s all so jumbled and on top of that-- Everything is changing. Her career is shifting, Ivy isn’t the monster she once thought, Niko left, even Sage left. A girl Logan didn’t even realize she cared about until now. Phoebe left weeks ago. People kept changing, everyone kept leaving her. And it didn’t seem to matter how much she loved them. Her hands are shaking, trying to say something to shut him up. Something to stop the conversation dead in it’s tracks. “Please don’t leave me behind.” Is what she says instead. An almost desperate whisper from a girl whose completely lost herself in the span of one night.
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margo: wow even if i dye it green
logan: dark green yes. neon green no.
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margo: what if i dyed my hair?
logan: hot
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phoebe: i'm ALL guts shut ur big fat mouth.
phoebe: i'd have one less BULLY!
logan: one less bully and 0 friends
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phoebe: i don't need to reach ur back all i need to reach is ur thigh and sever ur femoral artery and u'll be dead in minutes logan.
logan: you dont have the guts to kill me
logan: physically could you do it? sure. but emotionally? imagine the toll
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phoebe: am i really gonna fall asleep or am i just going to pretend to fall asleep until YOU fall asleep and let your guard down and i can kill you for calling me short.
phoebe: Watch Your Back.
logan: you're definitely going to fall asleep
logan: and you cant reach my back
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phoebe: screams. you take that back right now.
phoebe: omg. lets watch it. i might fall asleep tho im so tired.
logan: short stack.
logan: deal.