“I swear to God, if you fucking say my name one more time, I will kill you.... Now what do you want?”

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“I swear to God, if you fucking say my name one more time, I will kill you.... Now what do you want?”
“Listen very carefully,” he spoke as he put his hand on the persons shoulder, pushing them along with him as he walked along the side of the dark alley. “Someone is following,” now while he didn’t specify who, he knew that it would be best for them to tag along –– someone in danger always obeys. “You’ll be fine,” his scottish accent thick with his words. “Step by step. We’re going to round this corner and one more block and I’ll buy you a drink,” he said picking up pace. “How does that sound?”
“I mean it’s not like it’s set in stone yet.” Emlyn said with a small shrug as she sat down, “But they have let me do a few episodes in the past and apparently I did a good job. So, you know, I’m hearing that they’re considering making me more of a regular. It’s not like it’s my own show or anything but still, definitely a step in the right direction! One step further to Emlyn Barret: Designer Extraordinaire!” she exclaimed with a grin.
“The school year hasn’t even started yet and I’m already freaking out over which colleges I’m applying to” he said, groaning and putting his head down on his notebook, where he had all of his college options and their pros and cons written out. He didn’t want to make a decision that he would regret later. “This is impossible”
if there was one thing charlotte loved about being a getaway driver, it’s the adrenaline it gives her. it took her only a few weeks to memorize new york’s roads at the back of her palm, maybe it really does run in the blood. she wouldn’t exactly call it getting lost whenever you find her at the most random places, it was because that certain place just ran through her mind. now she found herself parked in front of neon, it was quite a loud place, and she loved it, well sometimes. now she heads inside, not really to join the people dancing, but just enjoy the music.
“You know, I’ve officially decided that my least favorite part of college is when classmates suddenly realize who my mom is and want to play twenty questions.” he said with a sigh. “I mean, I’ve always tried to avoid as much of the ‘spotlight’ as I could. I don’t get why people suddenly think my mom’s career is my favorite topic of conversation as soon as they realize she’s an actress.”
As of late, Taylor seemed to constantly be in a sour mood, but this day, in particular, had her lashing out over the smallest things. “For fuck’s sake, can this fucking day get any worse?” she grumbled with the cigarette in her mouth, shaking the lighter vigorously in hopes of getting it to work. The lighter in her hands clicked over and over like an enraged cicada. Her patience was wearing thin and the nicotine withdrawal was starting to kick in. Reluctantly accepting her defeat, she threw a half-assed glance towards the person nearby, “got a light?”
“If you could give me some space I’d be grateful,” Rachel said between gritted teeth, her speech slurred. Her appearance was rough -- baggy clothes, messy bun, big shades covered her face but the expensive bag that sat with her and the shiny watch definitely gave away her status. “Don’t make me call the police.”