Often - The Weeknd
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Often - The Weeknd
Scarlett licked her lips before shaking her head at the girl’s comment. She knew Julie was just as scared as she was, way deep down inside. She just knew how to hide to well. But Scarlett still couldn't shake the anger off. Julie was right, they already were in rock bottom. Scarlett would do anything for this girl and she had no idea why. She hated the way she had Scar pulled in. She hated that she still cared so much about her, even after everything that has happened. “I honestly don’t know what you want me to say. I’m not going to say a clever comment back and end this with a quick make up fuck, it’s not going to be that easy. Not anymore.” Scarlett was silent for a few moments, “You fucked me up.” If only the blonde had the courage to add on by saying and I don’t regret any of it.
Her reply sucked all the lightheartedness out of the conversation, as expected. Julie new not to underestimate her as much as Scarlett did the same for her. The options were clear as Windex, either leave her alone forever or face the inevitable-- as much as Scar wanted to deny it they still loved each other, and they could get back there. Her and Julie, against the world. Sighing, she got out of the bed, closing some of the short distance between the two, a dangerous lack of space to say the least. "Oh Scar," she started off with a condescending voice, "do you honestly think you've ever been anything but a pain in the ass?". She glanced down at the floor at her words. The audacity was extensive, truly, and of course Julie just had to match it up. "I don't remember holding a gun to the back of your head to do anything." she admitted, a new low for even Julie. "Christ, you leave a girl hanging on her ass, get her to cover for you, and get this in return? I know what you're getting for Christmas this year. Bull shit."
Scarlett finally lifted her head up to see the girl who was the most toxic thing to ever happen to her. Her piercing eyes watched the brunette sit on her bed, Scar could tell her to leave but she knew she wouldn’t listen. What a stubborn bastard. “This is all just a big joke to you, isn’t it? Not surprised, that’s how things have always been with you after all. Always having to make some stupid snarky comment to piss people off.” She knew the night she laid eyes on Julie that things were going to end horribly, but you know what they say — love makes you do stupid shit.
Only a shrug followed her words, taking them in one by one like water to someone who's been lost in the Sahara for weeks. Sure, her smile might have faltered, because in all honesty it was Julie's fault for why Scarlett was her. She told her to jump, and the blonde would ask 'how high?'. They were treading dangerous waters here. Then again this was prison, what worse shenanigans could they get into? "At least you're cute when you're pissed off.", her eyes wondered off her face, unintentionally looking her up and down before she let herself get too distracted in the game. Mostly because, it wasn't a game, this was Scarlett. Not a pawn in some overplayed Monopoly board. "So what? Is there really anything to take seriously? We're already in rock bottom, I thought you liked being a bottom."
Once she heard the familiar voice, the blonde was frozen. She stayed sitting against the wall where she was, not moving a muscle. Scarlett knew Julie was there, she had seen her days ago but had been avoiding her as much as possible. The blonde had no idea what she felt towards the brunette anymore, it was just a mix of feelings she couldn’t explain. “Don’t.” Only one pathetic word could come out of her mouth. Scarlett continued to not move, holding back whatever anger and sadness she was feeling.
She knew that deadpan face anywhere, with looks that could almost literally kill. That blonde slayed Julie, she could easily rip her heart out of her chest and feed it to their dog -- wherever he ran off to. Wasn't that the reason they were in this mess in the first place? Julie, selfish and scared. Scarlett, vulnerable and naive. Two pees in a cliche, lesbian angst pod. Julie stepped into the area, a classic Santos smile to accompany her irresistible charm. "Don't what? I'm aware of the health hazards but I really wanna win some Dorites." she was really pushing her limits here, sighing she gave up with her smile progressively fading, "--Alright, babe I'll save my HBO hour for later.". Juie sat on her bed, criss-cross applesauce like she owned the damn pace.
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apparently people like to apply then not get on idk sigh
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"Why are there very big cockroaches with wings on them here and what the hell are these people feeding them. Unbelievable."
"Ah, you always found it frustrating to adapt to new settings. I see you haven't changed." Her smirk grew wider, resembling one a lion would give to a gazelle, even if Julie should have been on her knees begging for forgiveness. As she reached to the end of the short wall, sliding her finger tips down and tapping the corridor nonchalantly.
"Please tell me you caught it though, I need to find a good one to race."
L.E.S. | Childish Gambino
I think it sounds kind of fun.
Lots of things sound kind of fun, I just said hypothetically it's not as fun.
Drinking games, those are always a blast.
With good liquor, they are the fire to my loins.
Guessing your pale ass is new,
Oh—I’m sorry, I wasn’t paying attention. Do you need my help with something?
Yeah, sir, Anita's at it again. She's trying to cut my hair off and sell it for contraband mascara. Can we deport her?
I still say we initiate them with some sort of torment. Why would we give them the good stuff right away?
Oh god no, I mean we drink it, not them. Who the hell told you I'm Mother Teresa?
Hm, you’ll have to show me this game once we come across some of that moonshine, then, huh?
Well we could have a practice round. Like-- drink every time they complain about lack of privacy in the showers.