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“that is really high.” leticia muses with a whistle as she walks past the zipline, already knowing that she has no plans of getting on it. no, she was there for the food, friends, and the photobooth ( if she could find anyone to take pictures with her ). “i would much rather check out the pavillion and eat with the horses or watch the show.” she continues talking to the nearest person. she’s always been a talker. the kind of girl who finished her own work before her classmates and then got in trouble for distracting them while she waited. “i said i’d go though.” she muttered to herself, before turning to her neighbor in line. “will you go with me? i’m an excellent cell phone photographer and i’ll totally make you look good if you keep me from losing my lunch up there.” excited at the prospect of not having to do it alone, she gave them a winning smile. @charmingstarter​.

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💬 roman ↔ leticia

roman: how bad can it be

roman: alright i need you to do me a favor

roman: if you're with sam and you see me, distract her

leticia: ask me later lmao.

leticia: hmm, i don't know, man. she's my cousin. typically that's where my loyalty lies.

leticia: what's in it for me?

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💬 nat ↔ leticia

Nat: that is terrible

Nat: but you're probably right

Nat: you'll be drinking just as much as me then

leticia: hey, take that up with future nat not me.

leticia: oof, i don't know. i'm trying to contain myself and six drink leti would flirt with a telephone pole.

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📱 samantha

Samantha: lol yeah at least one of us is talking to her

Samantha: ay cariño you and lena are really too soft for this world

Samantha: idk what the fuck happened to me LMAO but hey WHO KNOWS right??? maybe this is the part where a total stranger you meet in a newly opened equestrian park turns out to be ~the one~

leticia: you're a bad influence !!

leticia: and oof, miss me with your weird sister fights.

leticia: i'm neutral !!

leticia: are you ghost writing a hallmakr christmas movie about me?

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💬 nat ↔ leticia

Nat: so many people will be there 😕

Nat: so many bad decisions can be made

Nat: by me

Nat: especially if they will have alcohol

leticia: if you don't end up tattooing your own name on the butt of some investor by the time the weekend is through ...

leticia: then you didn't have enough to drink and that's that !

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💬 roman ↔ leticia

Roman: hey you gonna be there tomorrow?

leticia: against my better judgement?

leticia: absolutely.

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📱 samantha

Samantha: NO MA'AM

Samantha: LETI. what if he's like REALLY CUTE?????

leticia: i should've texted lena for this lmao

leticia: i mean if he's really cute, i don't think you or lena can stop me.

leticia: pero i promised i'd stay single after that asshole dumped me on snapchat.

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📱 samantha

leticia: i'm gonna need you to run interference tomorrow.

leticia: under NO circumstances must you allow me to give my phone number to any of these out of town caballeros.

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leticia & dimitri, dimitriperez.

Dimitri hadn’t even noticed the car at first, he was busy finally messaging people about his mothers funeral. Mostly family from Chile who didn’t seem to care either, his father had taken her from her family and she blindly followed him. Even still he had to get it done, he was hoping he wouldn’t be the only one to show up. He was already betting on him having to pay for all of it. He would have to figure that out. The laughter he heard was a more than welcome distraction. Raising his head he looked over the car in question and couldn’t stop himself from laughing aloud with her. “No but I wish I did. Or I wish that I owned the car.”

thank god there was someone else there to witness this with her. even if he was staring at his phone screen initially, he looks up in time to catch it stopped at the light. “do you think we could flag him down?” she asks, emboldened by having someone there with her. “and like tell us what is going on with that thing. there’s gotta be a story about that right?” or the person was just completely batshit bananas. she wasn’t sure which. “i have the cutest little retro bug; i don’t think i could do that to it. i mean, if i had like a toyota corolla or something, then maybe, but it wouldn’t look that good.”

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leticia & leyla, leylaxoden.

making her way to her own vehicle she finds her attention jumping to the stranger confessing her surprise  – if that was the right word, to seeing the wacky car. which, admittedly, it brought a sense of newfound amusement what with her not having seen anything like it herself before  (  at least not in the length of time she had already spent in town  ).  with a smile widening on her features she can’t help but stare at the eccentric hatchback, a soft chuckle escaped as she looks back towards the girl. “yeah nothing to do with me.” there’s a faint shake to her head. “though there’s a guy in there,” the store she had just come from, “with the weirdest shirt on. never seen anything like it. probably his.” she lightly laughs, merely assuming it was his.

“too bad, huh?” leticia laments, amusement still clear in her features. “but can you imagine what their house looks like?” her gaze follows the other woman’s to the store and her eyes widen curiously. “you have got to tell me about that shirt.” charming was either biker vests or six inch heels in terms of the more dedicated looks ( though most of the townies dressed along a varied spectrum of normal ). it wasn’t like the city where you could sometimes see people playing bagpipes on a unicycle or wearing ironic mullets. all but shoving her phone in the other woman’s hands, leticia’s smile grows. “but will you take my picture with the car in the background before the light turns green? i wanna convince my cousins that i'm gonna buy it.”

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“you can’t ask me to get out of bed, lena. so don’t even try, if that’s why you’re here.” leticia protests as if that isn’t exactly what she needs. if anyone was used to her melodrama, which mostly she reserved for only her nearest and dearest, it was her cousins. “i’m dying.” she tells her cousin flopping back dramatically on her bed. there are tissues, a laptop with a como la flor sticker among others. one reads chula. another ready la muy muy. the rest are various yoga brands, though lululemon is not among them; leticia thinks they’re the devil ever since some customer at revival told her some creepy stories about them. on her bedside table are, what one might infer, a couple of bowls leftover from comfort eating ice cream. leticia could die tomorrow and even an archaeologist, years later, could figure out one very clear reason for the nest she’d made in the bed of her modest, but well decorated, studio apartment. she’d been dumped. again. 

truthfully, it’s not even that she likes bruce that much--what a terrible name, bruce--but that she’s alone. again. not even by her own choosing. alone, dumped by a guy named bruce whose parents still paid for his car insurance even at twenty-nine. a guy who didn’t even own a separate shampoo or body wash. a guy who invited her to meet his parents in escondido and made her pay for half of the gas. they’d only been dating for two months, but it was long enough that she deserved more than a fucking snapchat telling her he wanted to see other people. how corny. “querida, he couldn’t even drive his shitty honda the fifteen minutes across town to dump me in person. two months and he snaps me like we just met at rendezvous last night.” @lenamartiinez​.

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leticia & delphina, dclphined.

where: the auto shop who: OPEN 

“I think mercury is in retrograde or something.” Del popped the lollipop out of her mouth before pulling out a calendar from underneath her desk to show the customer in question. “That might be why you’ve been feeling out of sorts lately. I suggest some healing crystals, maybe a couple pieces of rose quartz or amethyst.” She pointed her lollipop at the person before clearing her throat and handing them their receipt. “Your car’ll be ready in a few days. Don’t forget the amethyst!” She called, watching them walk away, only to turn to the person stepping towards her with a smile. 

“Good morning! Mercury being in retrograde bugging you too?” 

leticia was bored she’d forgotten her cell phone at home, which meant to instagram scrolling. she’d taught her yoga class that morning, had been milling around the record store until her coworker said she ought to take a lunch since no one had been in since noon. hoping to run into her cousin or, if not sam, maybe raf who could tell her where she or lena were at and she could have a nice fat reuben from hale’s with some fries to mop up the dressing. instead she she’s the bright smile of charming’s own stevie nicks. “oh, i gotta tell you--” leticia said, with an unbridled chuckle. “actually, you know it’s mostly cancer season i think. i’m all moody and day dreamy this time of year. how about you?”

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you must go on a date with someone purely off looks, who are you taking?

“ ¡ no manches !” leticia laughed, her voice a playful whine. “you cannot put me on the spot like this.” really, she falls in love like five times a day, so who wouldn’t be on her list? “my friend told me that she had the most beautiful therapist, so i made her show me a picture? i’d ask her on a date for sure.” nodding along for emphasis, she tried to think of a couple others. “listen, for a small town, there’s a lot of good looking people. that guy who owns the tattoo shop? the girl who works at the tattoo shop? there’s a cute bartender around here too. oh ! and have you seen that doctor with the beauty mark? you can’t ask me to limit myself when it’s just based on looks, güey !” really you can’t. it’s her favorite subject. ( @nadinecaine, @wesleymvddox, @nataliaballard, @rojjaas, @leylaxoden )

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“oh, my god--no, no--” leticia couldn’t quite get the words out right between laughing and struggling to open her phone’s camera before she missed the photo op. “don’t judge me,” she said to the person next to her, “but i’ve literally never seen a car with that much shit glued to it. what is this, a parade?” the car in question was some kind of 80s hatchback with what appeared to be barbie heads, trophies, army men, and anything else like that covering it in its entirety. the whole thing was spray painted gold. snapping a photo, she turned to the other person. “can you even believe that? i haven’t seen something that wacky since i lived in tacoma.” pausing, she narrowed her eyes in amused suspicion. “wait, you don’t know the driver do you? because if you do, i demand you tell me everything about them.” @charmingstarter​

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leticia & alexander, halealexander.

alexander wasn’t surprised that the town had come up with the plans they had in order to help the town. he had gone to the bake off only for a few minutes. he had even stopped at the concert. the one thing that he could not participate in was the run for a cause. he didn’t see the point in running for miles upon miles. that was why he was more than happy to just mind his own business. he had decided to check out the stalls again before he was just ambling about. he had been thinking about heading to the diner to see how things were. perhaps to even see if his staff needed some help. he had peeked into the diner to see that it wasn’t incredibly busy. most of the residents of charming were out and about, supporting the town. 

he had decided to take some time and have a smoke. all the while checking his phone to see if there was anything that he had missed. a sigh came from him as he slid his phone back into his pocket. the last thing that he had been expecting was for someone to actually speak to him. it took him a few moments to realize that she was clearly one of the people doing the run. he was tilting his head to the side as she explained her situation,” there’s a sign back that way,” he motioned behind him,” pretty sure you missed a turn and i’m guessing you have some fun plans for tonight? the date auction or pub crawl?” 

running in place just enough to keep her heart rate up, leticia felt a bit silly stopping to talk. she kept an eye on her smart watch and tried not to sound too entirely out of breath as the spoke. she took her eyes off her watch long enough to look in the direction he was pointing, before looking back sheepishly at her watch and then him. “wow, i am really in my own head today.” leticia laughed. “thanks for the heads up. i usually just run on my own, so trying to stay part of a course ... it’s easy for me to get distracted.” that was true her whole life. she’d done track and field in high school and she was always getting distracted thinking of some prospective date or some other life she wished she’d had. it got better when she came to charming, in some regards, because her quality of life improved. it got worse, in others, because she started dating and leticia villalobos had the uncanny ability to attract the worst suitors.

“oh, i don’t have any super specific plans.” she was going to check out the bbq, that was for damn sure, and the pub crawl and auction. “after this i was planning on hitting up the barbecue and eating myself til i can’t move anymore. then hitting the showers and coming out again for the other stuff.” she was certainly going to have to make an appearance for the date auction. that kind of entertainment was rarely free. “i can’t resist watching everyone bid on dates. it’s going to be like reality tv, right?” smiling, she stopped paying attention to her watch, but kept jogging in place. “what about you? excited for the festivities?” she was draining her time, but maybe she could sneak in a shortcut if she kept her heart rate up. nobody had to know; it’s not like she was gunning for first place.

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