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nicole. 21. don't let them in, don't let them see, be the good girl you always had to be.

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shay mitch duh

idk age we can figure it out whatveer fits plots lol

ok so i have mutiple ideas sry if this doesnt make sense its also nearly midnight i gotta be up in 6 hrs lol kms 

ok 1 cliche but like used to be repressed but hated the life she was livin under the shadow of a sibling or the thumb of a parent and she had always wanted to be an artist but her family was super into book smarts and one day she snapped and ran away from home and is sligtly homeless atm very brash and brazen doesnt give a fuck attitude super happy doesnt care if she sleeps on a park bench bc damn shes doin what she loves (street artist??)

2 is the girl who is pretty shy and people are intimidated by her solely because she is mysterious. not so much backstory more personality on this one. she doesn't like confrontation so she doesn't speak her opinion but she does have a very strong opinion mb super right wing or st 

3 bad ass babe who rides a motor cycle lives in a studio apartment and works some lame job or maybe is like a vet or something and LOVES lil animals (bc unexpected) but she's a total bad ass and is the person you call to kill the spiders type of deal. she likes to drink and smoke cigarettes yay

4 super outgoing chick who is a bit of a hippie. smokes tons of pot and SWEARS she can read peoples palms and totally believes in spiritual shit maybe a bit pushy w beliefs bc drama idK

5 IDK i see her like addicted to drugs mb like coke or M or something not heroin bc idk thats just 2 intense, some posh drug or maybe like painkillers or st and she was super high and pierced or own septum or or or st but she's addicted and gets in fights and was kicked out of her house by roommates or st bc she couldnt pay rent bc coke (/drugs) are expensive and more improtant than livin in a house xox im so tired i may add 2 this text me loveeeee

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admitting her real age was difficult. mostly because she loved the feeling of being viewed as an equal, and not a child. she hadn’t been a child, not for a long time, but when people found out her age they instantly thought the worst of her. austyn hadn’t looked her age ever, really. she was always the girl people assumed was a few grades higher. it was possible, as she was an evanston, that she had been held back a few grades, but no it was just her looks. her big doe eyes feigned innocence, but they were lined with place, and her barbie lip pout gave her an air of superiority that people confused with age. that was fine with her though, austyn had been itching to be eighteen since she was twelve. she never fit in with the people her age. well, she didn’t fit in much with anyone at all, until matthew came around.

“get over yourself, matty.” she quipped, keeping herself from whining at him. if they were going to have an argument about her age, the last thing she wanted was to whine. she had a tendency to snarl when she didn’t get what she wanted, but she was doing her best to at least appear mature, though she didn’t think she was doing too well. her bottom lip stuck out in a pout and she felt her eyes roll as he shouted her age back at her, before jumping off of her. she missed his weight and his warmth and she crossed her arms over her chest and turned her head to look at him. “fuck you asshole. you love it when i don’t wear panties.” he was just angry and embarrassed that she had tricked him, that was all. but it still pissed her off that he thought he could call her names. the fact that she didn’t wear panties was something he liked about her, but now that she was fifteen it was disgusting? he was an idiot, he’d already fucked her, why did it really matter how old she was. “we’ve already fucked like one thousand times, matt. get over it.” she snapped, twisting into a sitting position on his couch.

it didn’t matter to austyn that he was getting angry, because his clenched jaw and pulsing vein was getting her even more wet, and wearing a pair of jean shorts without underwear was getting exceptionally uncomfortable. “don’t call me names, you prick. you love fucking me. you love my fifteen year old pussy.” she screamed at him, standing up, but keeping her distance for the time being. she felt her heart beating hard in her chest as she tried to calm down, but if he didn’t stop calling her names she might lose it. she didn’t even flinch when his fist went through the wall. in fact, her eyes rolled towards the ceiling and she shook her head. “now who’s acting fifteen?” she asked, her eyebrow quirked. she took several steps forward, her body inches from him after he spoke. “keep calling me names, mother fucker, and i’ll show you what this fifteen year old is capable of.” she hissed, before spitting at him, her saliva spraying across his cheek and to the floor.

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francesca couldn’t stop the prideful smile that fwll across her lips as oliver mentioned that her work was always of high quality. having someone who had that much power - not in cptv per say but in other places (though his reputation at cptv was amazing as well) - approve of your work when his standards were so high was a thrill. francesca was someone who sought approval of those in higher standings than her, and receiving the approval from mr. graham was something like a high. she had been given the job a few months back because none of her coworkers wanted it. so they shoved it upon the lowly intern. little did they know that she and oliver would gel so well.

soft clicks of francesca’s heels filled the office as she walked forward, preparing to sit in her usual spot. oliver’s desk always found itself between the pair, and while francesca had never minded, when he asked her to come around to the other side of the desk she could feel her heartbeat pick up in pace. she kept her emotions in check and walked around to the other side of the desk, placing her palm against it as she stood next to oliver’s chair.

“i didn’t mean to keep you waiting for so long.” she told him, looking from her papers to mr. graham. she bit down softly on the inside of her cheek to calm her nerves a bit. she wasn’t sure if she was nervous about being alone in the office (possibly the entire building) with oliver, or the fact that her work might not be up to scratch. “it was a bit different than what i’m used to working on and i really wanted to make sure the work was perfect.” she informed him, though she prayed that she wasn’t coming across as incompetent. that was the very last thing she wanted oliver to think of her. “but i think in the end i figured it out. it should be up to your standards.” she smirked. his standards were the highest standards she ever had to live up to, and she hoped he realized that.

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working for cptv was exactly what frankie wanted and needed. it was honestly perfect. the hours she was receiving worked nicely for her, and now that she wasn't carpooling with beau stratus she could arrive early if need be. and lately, she found herself winding up at the office a little earlier than normal. she would stop at the whole in the wall coffee shop a couple blocks away from the building and grab herself and oliver graham some coffee. not because she felt the need to suck up to him (she had gotten past that point), but because it felt like a proper routine, and frankie liked the routine she had fallen in to with mr. graham.

maybe it wasn't the coffee routine that francesca liked, but the routine which involved the man she was interning for making slight sexual comments whenever she was in the room. or the way his hand would linger whenever he touched her. francesca found herself getting chills whenever her fucking looked at her, which was a bit ridiculous and childish, but she had never held the attention of a much older man before, and it thrilled her to no end. even though she had been doing her best to reject the feelings and tingles she got, it was difficult. she didn't want to put her job in jeopardy though, and she knew that mr. graham would eventually leave cptv, but still, keeping him at arms length was exceptionally difficult.

when oliver told her that she would be staying late to help out with one of his projects, francesca had absolutely no problem with it. any other intern would moan and groan about having to stay late, but any extra time the small brunette could spend with mr. graham was fine with her. "mr. graham?" francesca asked sweetly, leaning against his door frame, papers in hand. "i think i finished the report you wanted. do you want to double check?" she stepped into his office and placed the papers on his desk, a relaxed smile on her face.

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