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No, no, no. Not again. “You’re not going to find what you’re looking for,” she spoke out of the blue. “Whatever reality show you’re on? You can find it elsewhere.”

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“I’m not crying.”

﹝👿﹞⸻ HIS HEAD COCKS THOUGHTFULLY to one side, the slightest hint of a frown on his lips. if there was one thing that michael couldn’t stand, it was a liar–but, then again, the odds would likely turn in his favor. liars were usually punished; he HIMSELF was one of the biggest liars & manipulators the world had ever seen, but he was untouchable. instead of immediately taking his rage out on the girl, or just outright KILLING HER, he tilts her chin up and wipes away at one of her tears with a jeweled finger.

❛ there is no need to lie to me, ❜ he says. ❛ did i not tell you to be honest with me, at the start of this interview? ❜

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"I never thought I'd say this..." The starlet sounded defeated. "But there isn't anything we can do about." It wasn't like Madison to not be plotting revenge. Maybe she'd grown up a little bit after dying twice - not much but enough to know that petty revenge that could just land her in the grave again wasn't worth it. She reached for her best friends hand and gave it a squeeze. "No one said we have to stay...let's get out of here together. Who needs this Coven and these bullshit rules anyway. We're strong enough without them. And without that bitch that never should have become Supreme in the first place." It should have been one of them leading the Coven and not Cordelia. She'd never liked living in Miss Robichaux's anyway and there was nothing legally binding saying she had to remain there. "We could get the hell out of here together. I'm eighteen now so my parents can't stop me from taking the money that belongs to me. We can go anywhere."

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Callie wondered where the hell Madison was,she’d been wanting to speak to her,ever since what happened at that stupid frat party. But Madison had been avoiding basically everyone,including her. Which was unlike the beautiful starlet,her and Callie were close,they had a lot in common that made both girls close together. They had shitty parents,they both fell addicted to drugs and alcohol,they did what they wanted to do- that was just some things the girls had in common. They knew everything about each other,and there was no way in hell she was just going to let her best friend suffer,alone. The other girls in the house thought Madison was heartless bitch who only cared about herself and partying,but Callie knew her better than they did. She’d often stick up for Madison whenever the girls would gain up on her,and they’d always ask why.

Simple answer,Callie loved Madison Montgomery as more than a best friend. Of course that was between herself and Madison. No one else knew that,not even Cordelia. Nan knew since she could read her every thought,though she was sweet enough to keep quiet about it.

She found Madison,and it was obvious she had just been crying once she saw her on the bed. She shut the door behind her,frowning when she saw her fellow witch,’‘I-I’m not gonna leave,Madi. You don’t have to tell me anything,just let me comfort you.’‘

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As soon as Madison heard who it was she let her defenses down and turned to face the other girl standing in the doorway. "Sorry I didn't know it was you. I thought it was Zoe. Or fucking Cordelia. No one in this place knows how to knock." God, she hated that nosy Headmistress. Zoe was okay - she meant well - but the starlet was still sick of having her coming in and asking questions.

Arms opened and she reached out for her friend to come and join her on the bed. "You don't have to go. Come here." Normally Callie would be the first person in the house she would seek out but she had been so upset when she'd finally made it home and she didn't even try.

Comfort without having a painful conversation was always ideal. Not talking about anything - especially the frat party - was a welcome one and for the moment at least she'd gladly take it. "We'll talk about it later. Just hold me." There was no one else that Madison trusted that completely to be so vulnerable around. When she wasn't in so much pain that she couldn't think straight she would be more willing to open up.

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         “ it’s good to see somebody with a GOOD fashion sense around here , other than me . “ jade spoke looking towards the person she hadn’t recognized from Hollywood Arts before . crossing her arms over her chest she looked her over once as if sizing up the competition. “ Sikowitz’s class is down the hall. you won’t want to be late.”

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MICHAEL EMERSON for @deadspeakings ! !

      s a n t a  c a r l a , c a l i f o r n i a . 1984 . a few years before he was fated to move there . his mother insisted on  d r a g g i n g  michael and his brother sam out to visit their grandfather out in the middle of nowhere . he vaguely remembered maybe being there once when he was younger but he knew that lance , his father , never liked his grandfather . so that was why it was just the three of them this evening . the old wagon trekked up the large lot of land his grandfather owned - putting away as it came to a halt finally . michael climbed out of the front seat , walking around to his motorcycle that he insisted dragging along on a trailer . before his mother or brother could ask anything of him, he was already straddling the small engine revving it to life . riding off down the dirt path he eventually reached the boardwalk . he wasn’t one for carnival  g a m e s  or  p r i z e s  but hey , maybe he stood a chance of making a friend or two down there . 

parking his motorcycle on the boardwalk , he chained it up to a wooden post and placed the keys in his back pocket . at least it wasn’t tourist season yet . the majority of the rides were not even operating yet and it was the peak hours during the night . making his way down towards the haunted castle ride he pulled a cigarette from his pocket , searching around for a lighter frantically with the unlit cigarette between his lips .

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     Roxanne sucked sharply at her Marlboro, staring across the parking lot at the liquor store. “Peter wanted us to grab some Grape swishers and a bottle of vodka for the party.” A stream of smoke pours out her mouth. The rest shoots from her nostrils. She flicks the cigarette to the ground. “...So, how do you wanna go about this? You wanna distract the cashier or should I?”