it's our curse

high heels in her hand, swayin' in the wind while she starts to cry mascara running down her little bambi eyes "lana, how i hate those guys" lola pacini. 15. grade 9.

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girl people do not live with their significant others at 15 years old

"and most people don’t get kicked out at 15. the hollingsworths are very kind for what they’re doing for me.”

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are you going to mooch off the hollingsworths forever or do you have plans to move out soon?

“it’s not mooching? people live with their significant others all the time.”

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would you ever talk to your mom again if she came back into your life?

“no. i don’t need her.”

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what made you fall in love with hunter?

“he’s caring. he’s got a good heart. and i guess maybe i need someone to care about me for once.”

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plans after graduation?

“go to university. do good things with my life.”

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beehavingbadly‌:

“Why do you think you won’t win?”

“i dunno... i guess the competition is really stiff around me, and why would people vote me over any of them?”

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Thoughts on arlene thinking she can steal your man?

"she can think whatever she wants. but i know hunter loves me.”

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good to know ✘ lola

Hunter: couldn't help the smile that continued to grow after hearing Lola's reassurance but he could also feel his cheeks turning red when she admitted to loving him. "I love you too, Lo," he replied, as he looked at her even though her focus was on the pool. "And I'm really lucky to have you," he added, placing her hand under her chin to pull her face up to meet his. He placed a soft kiss to her lips and still remained to have a small smile on while doing it.

Lola: perhaps it was the inherent romanticism of being thought of, but lola couldn't help the smile pulling onto her own lips whilst observing hunter's own declaration of love towards her. "you actually think you're lucky?" she questions, smile widening as he pulls her face up. the kiss is one that draws forth a glowing blush on her cheeks. "i think you're great, hunter, so great. you've done so much for me, and i'm so, so thankful."

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frankiehcllingsworth‌:

“lo…i need your advice. i’m not sure how i feel about being a plastic prospect – people think it’ll change me, but i know that it won’t. i don’t know what to do.”

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“they’re going to have expectations of you, franks. they’re not going to want you to hang out with certain people or talk to certain people, and if that’s what you want, then that’s fine. but they won’t make an exception to what the plastics are known for just for you.”

[semipretentious]

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huntcrhollings‌:

“I just want what’s best for her and I don’t think that’s with the Plastics. You can pick whatever dress you want and I’ll match it.. even if it’s pink. I think you’d be able to pull off anything, though.”

“yeah, well i don’t think that -” she forces herself to stop, quickly cluing into the idea that hunter likely had no idea of what happened in frankie’s brief stint of promiscuity. and lola intended to keep it that way. “i dunno. whatever makes her happy. i’m sure the plastics in 3 years won’t be the same as it is now. but, really? you’d go to prom and wear pink for me? now that’s sweet.”

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good to know ✘ lola

Hunter:'s facial expression turned blank as he listened intently to everything that Lola was saying. He froze briefly, not exactly knowing how to respond to what he just heard. Without saying anything, he scooted closer to her, wrapping his arms around her to pull her into a tight embrace. "I'd rather you not sell pictures of yourself anymore," he stated, his voice low and to the point. "But I hope I never made you feel like you weren't good enough because that's just not true. I always had a crush on you, Lo, even when I know you are so far out of my league and that's why I just get scared of losing you," he continued, rubbing her back gently as she started to cry. "Do you really love me?" He asked, looking down at her.

Lola: accepted his embrace fully, leaning her head against his shoulder. "okay." it was a likewise low and to the point, the word lingering in her mouth for far too long. "it's whatever," she says with some hesitance, despite evidently not being whatever. "you don't have to be scared of losing me, hunts, because there's no one at this dumb school or anywhere that i'd rather be with." though she tensed at hunter's initial touch, lola quickly became receptive, releasing any tension and resuming her gaze at the pool. "yes." there was a complementary nod. "i really love you, hunter."

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txt 💌 tris

lola: whaaaaat tf is going on

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huntcrhollings‌:

“I still don’t agree with what Frankie’s doing but it’s her life I guess. I uh, don’t know much about dances or anything so I’ll probably need your help on what kind of suit I’m supposed to wear or how I’m supposed to match your dress.”

“she’s not perfect, but no one is. and she’s one of my friends so i’m going to root for her and be happy for her regardless. but... hm... well, i saw on pinterest that some guys match their suit jacket to the dress, but if i go with that pink dress... i dunno how fun that would be for you. maybe i could go for a badass black dress, or something - that’d be cute.”

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good to know ✘ lola

Hunter: looked at her in slight disbelief. "It's the fact that you're selling pictures of yourself to strangers, Lola!" He shook his head. "Of course I'm upset. You're giving these guys ideas that they can make moves on you or whatever and you didn't even consider how I'd feel about it." He turned his body away from hers as he felt himself getting more upset about the situation. "If you needed money, you could've just asked me," he replied. "Or if it was a pride thing then you could just get an actual job that doesn't involve horny guys gawking at you." He crossed his arms as he noticed her looking like she was about to cry. "What're we doing, Lo?" Hunter asked. "Are we just too different to make this work anymore?"

lola: "i don't want to just constantly leech off of you," she exclaims, brow furrowing. "and i guess it was kind of dumb in hindsight, but i didn't do it to hurt you, hunter." this was where her voice lowered, tone dropping deeper beyond her usual chipper and peppy self. "you know, ever since my mom left, i've been worried about not being good enough for anyone. and then, one of the last actual genuine conversations i had with my dad... he told me the truth." she angles herself to mirror hunter's turning away, not wanting to disconnect from him. "she used to... touch me, hunter, so i dunno; maybe i'm just subconsciously thinking that all i'm good for is my body, but it was really stupid, okay?" and perhaps then is when she cries. "no," she says, shaking her head. "i'm sorry. i should have been more open with you. i never should've let this happen. but you mean the world to me, hunter. i love you, and i don't want some stupid shit like this to be the end, or whatever."

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huntcrhollings‌:

“I have no doubt that you’d be nominated for queen in a few years but okay, I’ll go to this one.”

“with franks being on her way to becoming a plastic, i’m sure that crown will be hers, but thanks. it means a lot. really. and i think you’re gonna love whatever dress i decide on - you totes get to see it first.”