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ashermcintosh:

“i honestly can’t tell if you’re serious or not.”

Oh I’m serious, Ash. As serious as dad’s new arm candy of the month.

I found myself in Michael’s after class today and let me just say... I’m quitting school and selling sunflower crowns for the rest of my life.

theteaguevdb:

Teague liked working at the Lima Bean. He would go into the office, gather whatever he needed for the day then head out. And as he was the boss’s son, no one really did anything to stop him. It helped that he always managed to get everything done, early. He headed for the coffee shop, his phone in hand, texting a co worker, offering to bring them back a coffee later. He was in front of the Lima Bean when he felt someone run into him- or maybe he ran into them, really he had no idea.

“Shit-” He managed to not drop his phone, catching it after it slipped. “It’s fine- Oh hey.” He realized who it was and what little annoyance he’d felt faded. “Sophie.”

With the limited amount of people that stuck around and dealt with Sophies inability to be social; rather wanting to hide away in her notebooks and books, rather be in her fantasy world, it always surprised her how well her and Teague got along. Though she supposed their ‘acquaintanship’ had something to do with the fact that they came from the same affluent families.

Stuffing her hands into the pockets of her sweatshirt a small smile appeared on her face. “Hey, Teague. Sorry...again for bumping into you.” She said, shrugging her shoulders. “Got way too into my thoughts again.”

Sophie was running on fumes, at this point. She always had to work harder than some of her classmates, but she managed. And while most of the time being the daughter of a basic millionaire, it helped her get the best tutors money could buy; but on the downfall, it also made her father be on her case more often than not. In the moments that he cared, he was always asking where she was, what she was doing, treating her like she was a child. And for the most part, she was okay with that. Until it got constant. And with finals coming to a heed in the next month, she was already stressed and annoyed enough to the point where she was close to losing it.

So she took a break, shouting out that she was making a coffee run and bolted from the house before he could stop her. The walk was short, but enough time to clear her head. She got lost in her thoughts, trying to sort through what she still needed to do when she was brought back down to reality as she bumped into someone outside the Lima Bean. “I’m so sorry!” She exclaimed, looking up at who she ran into. ( @theteaguevdb )

@theteaguevdb: I asked my old college group chat what I should dress up as for halloween.

@theteaguevdb: the overwhelming majority voted for Draco Malfoy. So, get ready Potter.

@sophmci: oh my god.

@sophmci: Better start practicing that accent.

margotmcintosh:

Margot let out a huff at Sophie’s comment and left it at that. She had a fantastic sense of humor, so she thought. How else would she have been able to get in with the elites of New York? Oh yeah, money and good looks. “Um, I think I definitely came home longer than that,” she didn’t, but who could blame her? New York or some foreign country was much better than the small podunk town of Lima and she never stayed in one place long enough for her dad to know where she was or else he’d probably drag her to Yale himself. The man never knew how to respect others wishes. She knew that came with the pain of never seeing her siblings but she tried to come back, but it wouldn’t take long for her to get angry at her dad and she’d up and leave in the middle of the night. At least she knew how to keep up appearances. If she wasn’t going to Yale, the least she could do was have her pretty face end up on the front page of E! News or DailyMail until those fucking videos got out. “Damn,” the brunette muttered, choosing to just suckle down her coffee in defeat. She made a mental note to just order a different drink next time. “Fun! I watched the movie. I absolutely adore Keira Knightley,” she gushed. It was no secret that Margot was a believer in watching the movie and never reading the book. The idea of actually reading anything other than an Instagram caption made her queasy.

Sophie gave her sister a look, a look of slight disbelief. She loved her sister, deep down, no matter how upset she was at her at that moment. But frustration would bubble inside her when it seemed like Margot couldn’t realize how Sophie was feeling. “If you did, you wouldn’t think I look ‘so grown’. Considering I’m pretty sure I look the same as I did last year.” She shrugged, typing a few words on her computer before looking at her sister. Although Sophie slightly understood why Margot didn’t want to stay in Ohio, not only was the small town filled with small minded people, it wasn’t the best place to make a name for yourself; it still hurt that she had left so quickly without a second thought. “Sorry. Coffee just tastes... super bitter to me. Could never get into it.” She said, a laugh escaping her. Raising her eyebrows, she glanced between her book and Margot. “Yeah... yeah the movie is great. Both of them. But the books are even better. Unfortunately, I can’t use the movies in this.”

margotmcintosh:

Margot was pleasantly surprised to actually being around a McIntosh at the moment, although what else did she expect? Between five kids and a small town, she was destined to run into one of her siblings, if not all. “Sophie!” She grinned with a smile. The eldest McIntosh was always in her own world and frankly only cared about her own endeavors most of the time so making conversation would be hard, but thank god for Margot’s people skills. “God, I was just joking,” she said, tapping her freshly manicured nails against the table. “You look so grown! It’s like, so cute,” she gushed, taking a bite out of her croissant. It was significantly better than the coffee, but Margot was convinced it was hard to fuck up croissants. This one specifically was flaky, buttery, and still warm. “Are you sure?” She asked, scooting the coffee over to Sophie. “Try it. It’s just like not right and I’m like the most grateful person ever. I’m not gonna like go and complain, but something just wrong about it,” she gestured once more for Sophie to try it before she stood slightly from her seat to peer over at her younger sister’s laptop. “What’re you doing?”

“You have a horrible sense of humor.” Sophie said, grabbing her book out and placing it on the table. She wasn’t all that surprised, that weird sense of humor ran in the McIntosh family, none of them really able to outgrow it. “Of course I look grown, I’m nineteen now. Something you’d notice if you came home for longer than a week at a time in the past five years.” To say Sophie was still upset that her older sister left when she was so young would be an understatement. It was a hard time for her at fourteen, and with Margot flying the coop and Coco leaving soon after, it was hard for the youngest female to have to grow up without a female figure in the house to help her. A lot of feminine things she had to learn from people that were her own flesh and blood and she was bitter that Margot didn’t seem to realize that. “I don’t drink coffee, so it wouldn’t taste right to me either way. This is hot chocolate.” Sophie uttered, lifting her cup to her lips to take a sip of the hot liquid. Putting her cup down, she turned her laptop slightly to her sister as she pulled up the half written document. “I have to write a comparison essay on Pride and Prejudice versus Pride, Prejudice and Zombies.”

margotmcintosh:

𝗢𝗣𝗘𝗡 𝗦𝗧𝗔𝗥𝗧𝗘𝗥.

WHEN: An unknown day, midday

WHERE: The Lima Bean

STATUS: Open

There were always certain constants in Lima, Ohio that Margot could never forget. One of those constants being the Lima Bean. It was a Lima staple and when Margot was a wee teenager she would spend all of her allowance stopping by and grabbing an iced vanilla latte with almond milk and a croissant. It was absolute heaven, but now that she had experienced New York pastries and coffee, she wasn’t sure it’d be the same. For fucks sake, she had been to France and had smoked cigarettes, drank coffee, and fucked a Gaspard Ulliel lookalike for a week. Or… was it Gaspard Ulliel, perhaps? Either way, she had drank and ate far more delicious items in different countries and states, could the Lima Bean really live up to her expectations? So as she took a walk from her apartment, she entered the coffee shop and was filled with the aroma she once remembered from her teen years. Grabbing her usual order, she was a little offended no one had recognized her yet. No applause? No ‘welcome back, Margot’? These Lima duds didn’t know shit about greeting superior people, did they? Grabbing her croissant and her coffee, she found the nearest table and sat down, dramatically tossing her sunglasses from her face to her table until she realized someone was sitting in front of her. “Oh my god, you can’t just like sneak up on people like that,” she teased, a clear joking manner on her face as she smiled. Taking a sip of her iced coffee, she grimaced at the taste. Was it too pretentious if she preferred NYC coffee instead? “Do you think they can like… burn iced coffee? Because I think this is kinda burnt,” she said, pointing to her drink.

Sophie was about to lose her mind; her father was on another one of his power trips, though it seemed like he never came off of them. She had slammed door as he rambled on about something or another, toting her book-bag along with her as she walked the streets of downtown lima. It wasn’t until she made her way to the coffee shop that she decided to spend a few hours there to do some homework. Stepping in she let out a groan, quickly observing how busy it was. She knew she could just walk back out, go to the library or one of her siblings places to hang out for a while. But the smell of coffee and baked pastries always helped her focus. With a sigh she quickly ordered a hot chocolate and two chocolate chip cookies, before turning around to survey the seats. There was one empty seat and although she was actively avoiding the other occupant, she had no choice but make her way over. Plopping her items down on the table she sat, pulling out her laptop. “Don’t get your panties in a twist. There’s no other seats open.” She muttered towards Margot, rolling her eyes. “Uh, no? That’s just not possible, Margot...” She trailed off, eying her sister as she placed her laptop on the table and opened it up.

jaxondelmonico:

“if i have to listen to my mom talk about one of her ‘nightly adventures’ one more time, i swear to fuck, i’m going to projectile vomit all over everything she owns. it’s just - fucking disgusting. i can’t take it anymore.”