haunted

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call || owen 😘🥊

owen: no one would think that. addiction...it’s not easy. and people handle it differently, but it affects them so much. if she was a good mom to you, then that’s all that matters. addiction doesn’t make her a bad person, it just makes her not perfect. and no one is.

[ a pause, deep breath ]

owen: i’m sorry that i came at you the way i did. miles is my best friend...and i know that charlie is not all to blame, but it’s not easy for miles to have him around, you know? we were all shocked and didn’t know how to handle the situation.

sloane: /i/ know that... but not everyone does

[ a pause ]

sloane: i know- but i just... he lost his dad, owen. he doesn’t need an entire groupchat full of people jumping down his throat on top of that.

[sloanesss]

call || owen 😘🥊

[ silence for a few seconds ]

owen: i’m sorry, s. i didn’t know...

[a pause]

owen: are you okay?

sloane: well, i don’t exactly advertise it

[ a shaky breath ]

sloane: i don’t know. i just- it’s just hard, you know? and i could sit here and blame the person who hit her and my dad’s car, or the doctors for giving her the prescription, or the people who dealt to her. but it- at the end of the day, it’s not anyone’s /fault/.

sloane: [ weakly ] and i don’t want people. to think she was a bad mom because of it

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call || owen 😘🥊

owen: [sighs] didn’t know you guys were close at all

owen: i’m confused... [a deep breath] what happened?

sloane: we're not... i guess. i just- didn't think it was right for everyone to call him out like that. people change.

[ a pause, followed by a shaky breath ]

sloane: you know that my mom... died a few years ago. but um- i never really talk about... how

[ another pause ]

sloane: she- she was an addict, owen. for most of my life.

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call || owen 😘🥊

owen: [ tentatively ] i know. we don’t exactly .... talk a lot when we hang out. look, i was just defending miles...

sloane: and i was just defending charlie.

[ a deep breath ]

sloane: i know you think that i don't know what the fuck i'm talking about, but- i do, owen. too damn well.

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call || owen 😘🥊

[ waits for a few seconds ]

owen: [finally answers, a soft sigh] ...i don’t wanna keep fighting, okay?

sloane: [ gently ] i don't either, i just- there's a lot of shit you don't know, owen.

[sloanesss]

call || owen 😘🥊

[ ringing ]

sloane: [ deep breath ] ...hey, i think maybe we should talk

[sloanesss]

text || owen 🥊😘

owen: ok got it

owen: since when do you care if i do?

sloane: i don't

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text || owen 🥊😘

owen: jesus

owen: i know we’re not fucking together, but how would you feel if i started pulling off shit like that with someone else right in front of you?

owen: i wouldn’t do it though. i wouldn’t do that shit to you or anyone else that i’m seeing

sloane: i wouldn’t care, because we’re not together

sloane: and im not pulling any shit, that’s just the way me and levi talk to each other. it always has been.

sloane: so you’re seeing other people?

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text || owen 🥊😘

owen: idk what you want me to say, sloane

owen: i’m agreeing with you. we’re not together. i’m not annoyed.

sloane: you know you say you’re not levi, but you sure are fucking acting like it

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text || owen 🥊😘

owen: i’m not

owen: you’re the one that texted me. what do you need?

sloane: are you seriously going to be like this?

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text || owen 🥊😘

owen: nah fam, i’m not levi. you’re not talking to me like that

owen: if you don’t want me to comment on your shit, then keep it out of the group chat.

sloane: i don't understand why you're mad, owen

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carmenflores​:

the whispers behind her back were one thing. carmen had gotten used to them a long time ago, victor liked to gloat about the things the two of them did behind closed doors. most of his locker room talk was based on lies but carmen never contradicted him. she understood it came with the territory. she had to pay the price, for popularity, for her sister’s future, for her safety. so she held her head high, her friends showed her fangs, and she showed no pity. whispers behind her back she could deal with. even now, when the entire town seemed to be buzzing with news of her return, everyone stumbling over each other trying to figure out why. but they never would. so she held her head up as if she was still wearing her crown. but having someone call her a runaway bride to her face? that was different. carmen pursed her lips as she was stuck behind sloane of all people. the grocery store at lake wisteria was so small there were only two cash registers and usually only one of them was manned. today, the one cashier seemed to be struggling with a client, so carmen shifted her weight from one foot to the other, holding her basket against her hip. she could keep quiet, if @sloanesss​ did. 

sloane had never really had anything against carmen, or at least not her specifically. the group she’d hung around in high school? well, sloane had a lot against them. it was the looks they gave her in the halls, the snickers in the stands of levi’s hockey games, the words written in bathroom stalls. sloane could handle an insult, appreciate it even, if it was warranted. but she’d never done anything to those girls besides date someone they deemed out of her league, and while she’d never said anything directly to sloane, carmen was just as bad to her. she remembers the day in the salon well, the family and friends bustling around, critiquing her work. all that perfume. just for carmen to run. if she was honest, sloane thought it was kind of badass, but of course she’d never admit that. seeing carmen in her peripheral is enough to bring an evil grin to her face, turning just enough for them to make eye contact, “how much of a hassle was it to send all those wedding presents back? better or worse than cancelling the honeymoon?” 

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text || owen 🥊😘

owen: i feel like i should be the one annoyed rn actually

sloane: last time i checked, we weren't together

sloane: so please tell me why /you/ should be annoyed

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avgvstslippedaway​:

august’s earphones were blasting music as loud as her ears could take it as she made her way through the grocery shop. nothing ever changed in lake wisteria, not even the grocery aisles. even if it was the first time in five years she was doing this, she could have done the week’s shopping with her eyes closed. and maybe she was, because out of the blue a figure rounded the corner and august had to pull the car towards her before she knocked her over. not just anyone, her. “sloane,” she breathed out, her eyes as wide as hers as she pulled her earphones down, only catching the end of her sentence. “i’m sorry… i didn’t see you,” she said stupidly. but she couldn’t help it, for almost a decade, the face in front of her had been one she had tried to forget. 

it’d been years ago. nine years ago, to be exact. but sloane still felt just as hurt as she did at thirteen, when suddenly her best friend stopped returning her calls. all of a sudden it was cold shoulders and turning the other way in the hallway, like sloane had dreamed up their whole friendship. she’d never gotten an explanation, and she’d never been able to come up with one, no matter how much she racked her brain. “of course you didn’t,” she scoffs, hands moving to rest on her hips, “since when are you back?” 

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leviastcn​:

it didn’t seem to take much for sloane to get a rise out of levi and last night’s interaction in the group chat ( of all places ) was no exception. and yet, levi had found himself sitting in the middle of sloane’s living room, fidgeting under her hands as she attempted to fix his hair cut. “ maybe you should stop jerking my head around and i’ll hold still, “ he grumbled back, crossing his arms over his chest and slouching in his seat. when he agreed to come over, he expected something a little more exciting than a hair cut. “ i’d rather you shave it all off than whatever the hell you’re attempting to do right now. – can you just hurry up and finish? “

they’d always been like this, so hot and cold, flirting and then at one another’s throats and then back to flirting. its evident in the kiss she places on his cheek that now she wants to play nice, if only to get him to sit still long enough for her to finish the haircut. “if i shave it all off i’m definitely not going to touch you,” she chuckles, clippers whirring back to life as her free hand holds him steady, “two more minutes.” 

[sloanesss]

text || owen 🥊😘

sloane: seriously?

[lyrics-and-music]

Somebody Else // The 1975

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