the lucky one

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msg: margoooo

rebe: kissed him where tho ??

margot: on the lips oh my god

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msg: margoooo

rebe: FJFDKSL he really thought those shirtless dms were gonna make me want him :(

rebe: mE TOO

margot: i did kiss **** once

margot: in between engagements

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msg: margoooo

rebe: oH my god i only have 3/5 fuck

rebe: did **** hit u up too when they were on their last tour

margot: YES oh my god

margot: can't say i didn't consider it, but i'm holding out for *****

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msg: margoooo

rebe: good hes not worth it

margot: i have 4/5 of One Direction's numbers

margot: i don't need him

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msg: margoooo

rebe: block him or something

rebe: u dont need that

margot: i don't even /like/ him

[notxmary]

msg: margoooo

rebe: try being a model

rebe: that shit never wears off

margot: like i said... its whatever

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msg: margoooo

rebe: its not whatever if youre upset about it

margot: its fine, rebe

margot: the novelty of fucking the movie star wears off pretty fast

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msg: margoooo

rebe: whAt ???

rebe: what an ass

margot: it's whatever

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msg: margoooo

rebe: tea huh?

margot: he didn't even show up, so...

[notxmary]

msg: margoooo

r: okay :)

margot: yes?

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wtfrebe​:

rebe knew where margot was. it was the same spot they always went when something had gone wrong. “okay, you have two options,” the blonde mumbled as she sat down next to her friend, her eyes focused on the waves crashing in front of them. “you can either tell me what the fuck is really going on. or we can sit here and pretend that all of this is completely about your career being over forever.” it was pretty straight forward, and had it been anyone else, maybe she would’ve been a bit gentler. but there was no need to with margot. “also, do you have an extra cig i can bum?” 

“my career is over,” she says in a huff, handing the cigarette over before rebe’s even done asking, “not because i can’t get a role, or ignore all the shit everyone is saying, but because i want it to be. i can’t do it anymore. i don’t want the entire world talking about me, i don’t want to do these stupid movies i don’t care about, i just want... to be left the fuck alone.” she knows she’s being a diva, despite her best efforts, but she can’t help herself. “i wasn’t built to be an actress, i don’t belong there. not like you do.” 

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hvndstied​:

a small ding chimes out from the phone that’s been shoved into the pocket of savannah’s jeans, forcing her fingers to fidget with the strap of her bag instead of checking it. the window that her parents had been allotted to see her was closed. not indefinitely, like she told herself that it would be in moments like this. but it wouldn’t be today. she feels a familiar rush of heat to her cheeks, one more trait to add to an already expressive face. silly. she was just so impressed that people who had run in the same circles in this sleepy little town had gone after their dreams and made a name for themselves. it was something sav couldn’t help but dream of. “ sorry, i probably seem like a starstruck fan or something but it’s just nice to see you in real life and not on the cover of something. ”  

margot’s eyes fell on savannah’s bag as she heard her phone go off, her hopes rising and falling as she sees her ignore it. she’d been hoping it’d be her out. it wasn’t that margot disliked the girl, not by an means, but it felt awkward. especially because margot was almost certain savannah had no idea anything had ever been going on between her and merritt. she brushes the comment off with a wave of her hand, polite smile still on her lips, “it’s nice to see you, too, savannah. how have you been?” 

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foreversmerritt​:

there’s a bit of a disconnect - between the person on the phone and the one standing before him. merritt isn’t all that surprised. after all, was she ever that great at hating him? he certainly had nothing but good memories - other than that last one that was seared directly into the most painful pieces of him. when you grow up with parents who abandoned you at such a young age and, then, are continuously reminded by the people you try so hard to love right that everyone leaves, there’s difficulty in believing it’s not true. was he supposed to believe people when they say they’ll be in touch or that they’re leaving a place, not a person? it all felt like he was being conned into something he’d never fully trust. 

mer’s own smile barely reaches the corners of his mouth as he watches margot’s falter. in what world did she expect him to not know the things she had done? there was a pop culture gossip king in every prison and his was too big of a guy to even contemplate fighting as the negative commentary about miss margot henderson came flying from the man’s mouth. of course, he’s not even sure she knows about his little trip to connecticut, but his thoughts are the same. he’s positive that her face was all over that J17 magazine or whatever other teen gossip sites existed out there. “i know… about why you’re back here?” his laughter is light as he pushes his sunglasses onto his head. “doesn’t everyone?” there’s a piece of him that hopes his own reasons for being back don’t need to be revealed yet. if anyone is to be surprised or disappointed, it’d be margot. “what are you reading?” he asks, pointing to her discarded novel. 

doesn’t everyone? the words ring in her ears as they leave his lips, breaking right through her tough exterior and bringing a splash of red to her cheeks. he was right, of course, it was all anyone could seem to talk about these days. but part of her had hoped that it was all in her head. maybe not everyone was talking about it. maybe the media she chose was subjective, skewed towards stories like hers, a bubble she’d trapped herself in. but merritt  didn’t exactly seem like the type to care all that much about the drama of teen stars. so if he knew... well, then everyone must. 

“yeah, i guess they do,” she shrugs, tucking a piece of hair behind her ear, “just didn’t think you paid attention to any of that stuff.” she’s embarrassed, that he knows things about her she’d never chosen to share. she’d always been a private person, even in fame, picking and choosing the stories that were ‘leaked’ to the media. her personal life, the one everyone saw, was just as fictional as the movies she starred in, and she liked it that way. her eyes fall down to the book she’d cast aside, fingers running over the pages as she turns it so the cover is facing him, “little women. what about you?” 

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text || ambrose

ambrose: be there in twenty

ambrose: i’m heartbroken after learning this. you better fix me

margot: i could think of a few ways to do that

margot: see you in twenty xo

[good-gals]

[leviastcn]

@notxmary !

[ltbelanna]

[ofmiles]

@notxmary​

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text || ambrose

ambrose: i’m okay with that. i could use some fun

ambrose: can i be your liam? im like 10 inches smaller than him but i feel like i could still do enough damage so you can write a bop about me. or a script since you’re an actress and all

margot: [ margot has shared her location ] see you soon?

margot: you know i'm not a writer, right? lmao