#& devon.

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alcohol is clouding her mind, but there's only person she wants to call. him. " can you pick me up? i'm at this party ... you know that guy weston? yeah, his party. and i uh ... " she rambled on, trying to explain it as much as she could. " i don't ... i don't feel so good. please. " // @vvhimsicals

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" it was all a game to you. " she should've known better. a scoff escaped her lips. devon didn't see herself as naive, far from it, but she'd believed that he'd been interested in her. " how much money did you get, huh? " // @mccntower

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devon usually attended every event she was invited to, if she knew the guest list was good. then she had something to write about. and it was for charity, which was a good cause after all. so everyone dressed to the nines and mingled about. amongst all the celebrities she had previously written about, she had a lot of friends. many people liked her honesty and blunt ways to write. but not ... everyone. devon kept her eyes open as she moved through the room with her long black dress moving with her. feet took her to the bar, and there he was. one she had been writing about for years and especially lately since he decided to really live out the rockstar life. " a glass of red, thank you. " // @fallenstcr

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devon hadn't been able to stop thinking about him. the touch of his lips still lingering long after they parted ways. but then she had to go out there and be the supportive girlfriend for the cameras. kissing him felt nothing like kissing shiloh. he set his whole body aflame with only one kiss. so when the brunette got ready — hair curled, makeup glowly and a new silky dress hugging her figure — would she see him at the party? her boyfriend was supposed to be there but had other business things to attend so she went alone. most people there knew who she belonged to anyways. she gladly accepted a glass of champagne as she was welcomed inside. eyes scanned the crowd and there were a few men she would be talking to, men with accounts too big. devon spoke to a few friends until her champagne was gone. making her way to the bar to get another drink — she saw him. with another girl, a really pretty one. long hair and a great body. of course he wouldn't come alone, he had to play the part of the playboy. why was she annoyed by it? " mhm, so you do dress up? here i thought that one piece was the only thing you owned. " devon teased, trying her best to act like her normal self. the femme leaned against the counter, ordering a drink for herself. // @ghostwritcr

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devon had always been drawn to him, ever since she first saw him. but it had turned into something deeper than physical attraction. she had been convinced that he had been toying with her, only because she was with one of his top competitors. " please shiloh ... let me explain! " she feared that the truth would come out but she never thought her own companion would rat her out. dev had wanted to quit it all when things turned serious and feelings got involved but her companion didn't — him accusing her of going soft for a playboy. dev was the one who had thought shiloh was the asshole while it had always been her that was rotten. " at first i thought you were playing me, that you just wanted another notch in your belt. " lump was forming in her throat as she tried to explain, desperately trying to get him to look at her. " i know i'm fucked up, i wanted revenge when you turned me away ... i thought i wasn't good enough for you. but i swear, i tried stopping it all when we got close. " she'd been so set on getting back at him but that didn't mattered when she got to know him. see how much he cared about the people around him, how hardworking he was and how he wanted to get to know her in return. no one cared about her shit, what she'd been through — but shiloh listened and he understood. " please ... please, don't leave. " teary eyes begged him to understand her now too. she could feel her heart breaking inside her chest, piece by piece. " it wasn't a lie. i don't want to lose you. " // @ghostwritcr

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she cursed underneath her breath, feeling the sand fill up her shoe. devon didn't ask to be sent away but it seemed like her family thought she was getting too spoiled in the big city. so for a few weeks for summer ... she was supposed to stay with her granddad. someone she barely even knew. and he was grumpy and barely said a word when she got there. so the brunette flew the house and went to the beach --- wasn't that what they did in the movies? sat by the beach and got calm? instead, she got a shoe full of sand and the wind blowing her hair in her face. devon lost it for a second, taking of her shoe and throwing it away in a fit of rage. " oh shit. " what she didn't think through was that her shoe almost hit someone.

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she was preparing for the worst but hoped for the best. no one at the paper wanted to do it so it was down to devon to get a good interview. the brunette wasn't the kind of girl who got starstuck by celebrities, so a musician with a big ego wouldn't be too hard. hopefully. they met up at a restaurant, where many of the rolling stone's interviews were done. it was laidback and low profile --- anything to keep the stars comfortable. dev looked down at her phone, watching time go by. but then she saw him enter, making her stand up. " devon reyes, the rolling stone magazine. " she tried her hardest to be professional, even though everyone had warned her about him. how his ego made it impossible to have a normal conversation. // @spectraled