primadonna girl

"A pretty face doesn't make a pretty heart."

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How did I get stuck with him?

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[danielle-sutton]

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March 24th, 2017. It’d been two years since the exchange ended. Mason was four years old now, Danielle was married, and goddamn, was life good. It was weird how things worked out that way. isn’t it? When Danielle was eighteen, she was NOTHING but stressed out when it came to her future. Who wouldn’t be? She was eighteen, pregnant, and alone.. Not to mention, not in her best mental state. Little bit of an unknown fact about Danielle Sutton: All that time she spent alone in her room, moping? There was a bit of a reason. She wasn’t the happiest, and she absolutely refused to take antidepressants that she had actually been prescribed. Her mental state was absolutely fucked, but she got past it. Things did get better. Every time she saw some bullshit Tumblr, Twitter, Facebook, Instagram post, etc., that had the words “it gets better.” sprawled out on it, the young female would want to scream. Little did she know how right they were. She had the best life now. She had a perfect family, and that was all she could ever ask for. Life was perfect. 

She was married and, with the little bit of extra money Adrian had, the family had a bit more of a chance to go more places and do more things. She was lucky. They were visiting New York for a bit of time, a place that was all to bittersweet for Danielle. It was the last Exchange place she actually enjoyed. She couldn’t enjoy the island. Not with it being the place where Mason’s father basically tried to murder her. Not with that being the place that Bluey died. 

Bluey was alive in New York, and the place held nothing but pretty good memories. Now, here she was, Mason’s hand in hers and walking him down a street. She had taken him out for the day, showing him around. She told stories as she went along the streets, places she remembered, all followed by the boy making a comment, or saying how he remembered a name. Danielle always told stories about the people on the Exchange. She showed him pictures, and talked about every single one. Mason knew most of them, but there were some faces he did get confused. The next stop for the two of them was Frozen Yogurt, after Danielle insisted that she didn’t care how full Mason already was, he at least had to have a spoonful of one of the best Frozen Yogurt places she had ever been to.

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March 24th, 2017. It had been two years since Elle Griffin had well and truly left the person that she used to be behind, in almost all senses. Broken pieces of who she used to be and who she now was still lingered in an attempt to slot together and create a whole. She was a Mother, a step mother and a girlfriend, a hundred things that she had never thought she would be. It was weird how things change, how people changed. Only four years earlier she had been standing on the doorstep of a foreign house and screaming the odds at a curly haired boy that she had continued to push to the back of her mind, a sad residing piece of history, to this very day. 

High heeled boots clacked heavily on paving stones of New York City, a place that hadn’t made her head spin in years. Lights flickered, her cell phone buzzed and she glanced down at a picture of Elliot Potter and two little children swamped in sparkly things. She didn’t smile. An eye roll was the closest that she came to a sign of affection for these whimsical things, but anyone who had known her once upon a time would of noticed the slight twitch in the corner of her lips, a sign that had never appeared in the past of something beyond tolerance, maybe even l o v e.

It was a sharp turn that took her by surprise, a stranger shouldering her, the hint of something soon disappearing from her face as she angrily shoved them to the side. Time had changed a lot but it couldn’t change her attitude, that was just who Elle was. Annoyance clear on her face she stormed into the Frozen Yogurt store that was to her right, slamming her bag down on the counter, “Stupid asshole,” she pulled out her purse, staring at the cashier, “you,” she demanded, “Get me strawberry, fast.” It was with the same irritated look on her face that she turned with a huff, her gaze landing on... 

“Danielle Sutton,” and now she was amused, “Where’s that swanky model husband of yours?”

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[quietlywilliam]

@williamgrace: Happy Valentine’s Day to the girl that means the entire world to me. I’ve loved a lot of people in my life, and not a single one of them ever turned out to be at the right time until you. I tell you every day, and probably multiple times a day, but I love you. I’m so glad that you put that Christmas hat on for me that one time. Crazy blondes are definitely my type, but only if they’re you. Thank you for keeping me on my toes. Thank you for loving Madi as much as I do. Thank you for being the thing that reminded me it’s okay not to be perfect all the time. And mostly, thank you for not letting me live a boring life. Love you xx @queenelle

ps. I’ve never wanted to kiss someone who was glaring at me until I met you. ;)

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text @ will

Elle: Thank you for choosing me.

Elle: I've decided that once a year I should be nice to you. That's a lie. I'll probably be too disgusted with myself by the end of this to EVER do it again. Three weeks ago I sent you an I love you text and I'm still hurting a little bit inside so you can imagine how AWFUL this is going to be. More awful than that dinner with my parents and a TV crew. I'm getting off topic.

Elle: I didn't know what being loved was all about. I had Caden in my life, you know about that. I always related love to some low key/high key level of hate. I didn't understand why someone would love the softer parts of me because they couldn't love the hard bits. I loved Austin. That ended in flames... Literally. You were different. I hate saying this but I think you knew me. You didn't love me because I was strong and mean and rude or had an image. You loved some other weird as hell part of me that I didn't really recognise. I wanted you. I knew that before I admitted it, it's hard to even admit it now. I didn't just want to fuck you. You weren't just a game to me, you were fun but you were all the things I'd told myself I hated; Kind, reliable, comforting, sensible(most of the time). I guess that if you weren't someone else's then I never would of even tried. It's really fucking hard to admit that but I want you to know, in case you ever doubt it, you're literally all I could of EVER wanted. Probably more.

Elle: I don't know why you chose me over Lacey. Sometimes I look at her pictures. Sometimes I look at her and Drew together and I think that anyone would of been stupid to choose me over her. Lacey was kind and sweet, she always is. I fucking hate that. Can you hate someone for being nice? I'm not asking you why you picked me... Elle Griffin doesn't ask for reassurance, as you know.

Elle: Thanks for liking me.

Elle: I mean, really, thanks for liking me. Thanks for liking brown hair and glasses. Thanks for liking dumb as hell Christmas hats. Thank you for liking games and awkward confessionals. Thank you for liking high street labels as much as Gucci. Thank you for having no idea what the difference between a $2000 bottle of wine and one from my parents vineyard. Thank you for knowing that I wouldn't be an asshole to your daughter. Thank you for telling me who I was when I had no idea. Thank you for not going back to crosswords and all that "boring stuff" I told you to. Thank you for not getting married and having boring kids and a boring life and sitting on the front porch with other couples (which can't happen because everyone probably thinks I'm a bitch).

Elle: I love you, William Grace. Even though even your last name is really boring. Even though you're a classic "nice guy" type who never made me want to burn down an entire city. I love you more than I've ever loved anyone (well... besides myself). You're lucky to have me. I guess what I'm trying to say is I'm pretty lucky to have you too, you're not so bad, boy next door. Even if I'm still 99.9% sure you tried to kill me. I'll never let that go.

Elle: By the way, if I get any less than the amount of roses than the specific (and self calculated) amount of days since you first laid eyes on me then I'm going to be highly disappointed. You better work, Will. I'm a high maintenance girl.

Elle: If this wakes you up then don't talk to me about it until I've had three glasses of red wine or am holding a child so I can't kill you.

Elle: Happy Valentine's day, babe. I love you.

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For 20 years I had a hundred Valentine’s day cards in the post, pictures, flowers sent to my door and endless gifts. This year I have one Valentine. As much as it physically pains me to say this... I like it. No, @quietlywilliam, I’m not talking about you, that would be disgusting. I’m talking about the little blonde angel that stumbled into my life after a run in with a psychotic blonde that we don’t talk about anymore (Is that your type?). I always hated kids but this one’s ok. It’s probably just because she’s blonde and looks good in Chanel. Madi, will you be my Valentine? I mean, you probably don’t understand this but you’re way more fun than your Dad. Just get back to me whenever you learn how to use a cell phone. I’m not going to get any better offers. If any three year old boys happen to be reading this by chance, hands off, she’s way out of your league. Even if you’re a billionaire. Happy Valentines day everyone and to all you sad single people, please don’t cry into some cake -- it will only make things worse. 

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[quietlywilliam]

@williamgrace: inappropriately dressed for the weather but still cute

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@queenelle: why let him carry your bags when he can carry you? #whipped

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I wondered if you could make more one or two manip of Ash and Tyler Posey. Tks so much <3

Sorry gurl, this is a character blog not rph???

[stfuelle]

are you happy with how your life turned out?

Who wouldn’t be? I’m Elle Griffin. I want to say I’m kidding but I’m really not.

I saw Hannah again and didn’t push her off a boat this time, I guess you could say that we’re friends now instead of frenemies, she even lets me in her house without carrying an alarm for her own safety. I still haven’t spoken to Caden, such a shame considering how well we got on. Oh, how time flies when you’re having fun.

I miss Elliot but he had a good career, and I assume he had a good life because he went out with a hell of a bang. I took the twins in and the best part about being a sort of Mom is that I got to skip all those disgusting years of nappy changing and cut straight to the good part where the tiny tear aways always run around screaming and yelling. They take after their Mother. Glamorous but extremely outspoken.

Sometimes I send postcards to the other people in Exchange, but mainly that’s just because I want to remind them that they always hold a special place in the longed after heart of Elle Griffin. Gotta love the little people. I actually saw Freya a few weeks ago, it was a wonderful run in, it’s so nice living in the same area as your only real competition in the bitch factor. 

I used to think the world was full of idiots, but I suppose I’m starting to think that I must be one too, I mean, five years ago I still thought that the sun shone out of my own ass, and I still pretty much do but now there’s someone else who’s ass is almost as good. It’s hard to forget a lot of the people that I met, even if I would prefer to but without the Exchange I would be a much shallower person, I would of never got to meet Caspar Morgan and find a friend for life, I would of never got to fight with Caden, I would of never got the chance to burn Austin’s office down or have the pleasure of sleeping with Izzy to spite Jace. There are so many things I wouldn’t have now, but the most important one is Will, because maybe he tried to kill me and maybe sometimes I want to punch him in the face but at the end of it all, he’s the only person that I think I’ll ever love this much. Without him, well, I’d be much more of an asshole to this very day.

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[stfuelle]

Eleanor Griffin: I’ve never been sadder, and that says a lot considering the complete fuck up that my life was six years ago, but today I found out that one of my very best friends is gone forever. I can only assume if Elliot was around he’d say something about ducks are sweet things and I’d roll my eyes incredulously, so I suppose I should say a few words about Elliot Potter, not the washed up star but the boy that I once knew. Elliot was caring, funny, he was a lovely person, always looking for the good in things. He was the Father and parents to the two children that I carried on his behalf and an amazing Uncle to Alaska’s daughter, Lacey. Despite how his life ended, I have no regret about providing him the twins, because I know that even though they have lost their Father, they will always remember him as the brilliant man he once was. RIP Elliot, I’m so sorry that nobody could save you from yourself. Don’t worry, I’ll try not to let the twins inherit too much of my personality X

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[stfuelle]

@queenellegriffin: so much for never seeing each other again @its-hunterjones 

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I think I might always be in some kind of love with you.

F. Cabanes (via pinkrobotboogaloo)

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Philip K. Dick, Valis

[quietlywilliam]

He placed his own hand over top of hers where it lay to tuck her hair back, his motions gentle, knowing almost the exact reaction he’d get from his next words. Every part of him knew he was about to lose this. He was about to lose all of the progress he made with her, and it was then that he knew, they might actually have their final goodbye. With a deep breath, he prepared himself for the explosion. “You know I can’t, Elle.”

[stfuelle]

And just like that, she heard the confirmation she needed. The answer she already knew, and she shook her head, "Yeah, right, you can't, you shouldn't, you don't want to." Her words weren't btiter, just honest, and she stepped backwards, almost stumbling over the familiar steps of her own threshold as she pushed her front door open, "It was stupid," she told him, and then she stepped in, "Bye Will," closing the door in his face.

[quietlywilliam]

"I always did hear that drunk words are sober thoughts." He replied with a swift wink in her direction, although he wasn’t sure if she caught it. He followed her out into the streets, allowing her to lead the way of a place he was far from familiar with. "I’ll be looking forward to that picture," he told her with a small smirk. He wondered if that was true, if at one point they’d have an actual last goodbye and never hear from each other again. His eyes focused on the house ahead of them. "You get to stay here, and I live hours away in California. It doesn’t seem like I’ll be that far away pretty soon."

[stfuelle]

"Good." She said simply as she finally arrived on the doorstep of her very expensive, very large, very memorable home, finding herself come to a standstill and her gaze dropping to the ground as she tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, "You could stay here too..." the words had left her mouth before she had the chance to stop them, "With me."