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i'm just glad i'm not scheduled for the overnight bc according to my friends who are, there are already 60 people out the front
holy heck where do you actually work?? but yes thank god for that overnight sounds like hell if there are 60 people out front D: the optus store i work for isn’t usually entirely busy but even i know we’ll get busy and probs have people waiting when we open at 8
“y’know, you’re not actually bad at this.” lily pointed out, one hand placed tentatively on hayden’s chest. they’d taken to the floor at some charity ball, accidentally pushed together in the crowd moving to the dance floor. everyone seemed to be too wrapped up in each other to notice the two rivals dancing. “did you know i was made to do cotillion in high school? it was awful, i hated it. i hate this less, though.” she said, a smile gracing her features. “don’t let it get to your head, though.”
↱ hayden getting lost with lily.
she folded her arms indignantly, glaring at hayden from the passenger seat. “if you had just listened to me in the first place, and used the GPS, we wouldn’t be lost right now.” lily snapped, having reached her breaking point. they’d opted to drive up the hamptons for a ‘covert’ weekend away, and no more than 45 minutes into the trip, they’d turned on each other. “you had to get all big about this, insisting you knew how to get there. i can’t even get a map up on my phone now — there’s no signal! great job hayden, really.”
lils and hayden are SUPER competitive with each other (surprise surprise) but like not only with the making each other jealous constantly tryna one-up each other crap but like. they play words with friends and drunk jenga and dumb games like that which they get full on riled up over. they’re honestly children wtf
every now and then lily drags hayden onto her private jet and they go to some remote place. mostly to bang but also they may or may not wake up spooning!! but they always come back really tanned and glowing and too happy and everyone around them is really suspicious for like a week but it blows over so it’s cool
hayden has lily’s apartment key bc in her words “having to open the door for you was tiring” and “now you’re just a more accessible booty call” so....... sure lily sure that’s all it is, ur not like, LETTING HIM INTO UR LIFE OR ANYTHING but yeah he has her house key and then when they have ~conflict~ she’s like. leave the key on the table on ur way out thanks bye bitch :(
I have this theory that you’re meanest to the people you care about most. I’m so sorry. Give me a chance to make it right. Look, don’t you think it’s about time we level with each other?
“i have this theory that you’re meanest to the people you care about most.”
"are you implying that i’m mean to you... because i care?” she let out a high and mocking laugh, taking a step closer to hayden. “no, no, silly. you’re just my chew toy — don’t get me wrong, you’re fun to roll around with, but that’s all you’re really good for.” lily’s words had a cruel lilt, and although her words were scathing, she had enough confidence that hayden would be able to take it. she didn’t get into bed with guys that couldn’t handle her, after all. “now, are you going to stop talking? i can think of a million better uses for that tongue.”
“i’m so sorry, give me a chance to make it right.”
“here’s how you can make things right, hayden. you can leave me alone — i don’t want anymore calls, or texts, and i sure as hell don’t want you showing up at my house.” lily’s voice was dangerously calm, as continued to explain the new terms of their relationship (or lack thereof). “honestly, i don’t even know why you bothered showing up here. but i think you’ve been here enough that you can let yourself out.” she quipped, turning on her heel and leaving him alone in her living room.
“look, don’t you think it’s about time we level with each other?”
lily quirked an eyebrow, folding her arms across her chest. “level with each other? sure, go on hayden. say your piece, no holds barred.” she challenged him. she certainly wasn’t comfortable with them having a serious conversation like he was implying, but lily wasn’t about to back down. he already knew too much, she didn’t want to give hayden the upper hand in a situation that could turn dire very quickly.
I hate how good that felt. If you could stop gloating in the face of my misery, that would be very much appreciated. Be careful. You just sounded generally concerned for me.
"i hate how good that felt.”
“wait, that was good for you?” she asked, her words punctuated with a scoff. “i’m not saying is was bad or anything, but...” lily trailed off, her eyes intent on his reaction. of course she’d enjoyed herself, hayden was good — and he knew it. but someone so smug, so hellbent on conquering, lily couldn’t let him take this as a victory. “anyway,” she began, getting out of the bed, and slipping into her formerly-discarded dress, “i guess i’ll see you tonight at that charity gala? try not to miss me too much, hayden.”
“if you could stop gloating in the face of my misery, that would be very much appreciated.”
lily chuckled, taking a long sip from the flute of champagne in her hand. “i’m sorry — i keep forgetting you have delicate feelings.” she simpered, although her words were far from sincere. “if it makes you feel any better, your boss is probably suffering worse than you. that really was a shocking debate for him, wasn’t it?” lily actively sought to prolong his frustration, taking some kind of secondhand victory at her mother winning the debate. “i’ll be nice from now on, i promise. she leaned over slightly, to give them both privacy, “i have a key to the penthouse suite. if you wanna talk it out, you can join me.” she slipped the keycard into his front pocket, patting it softly before vacating her seat.
“be careful. you just sounded genuinely concerned for me.”
“me? concerned? get a grip, hayden.” she rolled her eyes, slipping off her jacker as she kicked the hotel room door shut. “all i said was that you should be careful around some of those reporters — they’re all snakes.” lily reasoned, trying desperately to cover her own concern, something she wished he hadn’t picked up on. “who knows, you might slip up and spill the beans about us — i can’t have that.” she said, arms folded across her chest defensively. “anyway, it doesn’t matter. we’re not here to talk about that, are we?”
“Let me tell you about this boy - a boy with eyes the color of the ocean on a cloudy day, and a smile that’s… rare, yes, but possibly the most enchanting thing you’ll ever see in your entire lifetime. Calling him a boy isn’t quite right, calling him a man’s too mediocre, Grayson… Grayson’s something else. He’s more like… magic to me, someone who could tell me a complete lie and make me believe it. His words can put me under a trance, the way his lips wrap around each syllable and that accent of his that makes everything sound like music - he’s like walking poetry. He’s not just beautiful, he excites and moves you - he makes you feel something, deep in your gut. Not butterflies but bulldozers, yes, bulldozers just parading in your stomach - I don’t know if he has that effect on everyone or if it’s just me.
I met him when I was still pretty young - well, we were practically the same age, but he seemed light years older than me. He had read all the books I’ve been too afraid to pick up, and he brings up conversations about philosophy as if it was as simple as the weather. He had stars in his eyes yet a knife for a tongue - someone like him should not have been with someone like me. Maybe that’s why we didn’t work - humans shouldn’t even dream of touching the sun, and yet there he was - sleeping beside me every night, holding me tight and whispering sweet nothings in my ear.
Perhaps I should have known I was bound to get burnt.
In the span of two years, things have changed and I’m sure he has too - I don’t even know if whatever I’m telling you is still accurate. I haven’t talked to him since…. since then, but all I’m sure of is that I miss him. Terribly and constantly - I miss him. This is the first and only time I’m allowing myself to say this out loud… but no one will ever fill the hole he left in my heart, and some part of me will always belong to him. I mean, he was my everything - it’s not easy to let go of someone who you devoted your life to for a few years, and I… I…. fuck, I’m still in love with him, aren’t I?”
ELLE ON LINK
“Link? Link? You expect me to tell you all about this guy I’ve known since forever in one sitting? God, where do I even begin? Well his name’s Lincoln Howard Drewett, he’s the best damn architect in this whole city, and luckily for him, he’s my best friend. He’s the textbook definition of a ‘nice guy’, the kind of guy anyone would be willing to bring home to their parents - I haven’t met a single person who didn’t like Link. He’s a real sweet guy, sickly sweet even - he’ll tell you you’re beautiful on days that you don’t even believe it, he’ll bring you breakfast in bed when you’re sick and he’ll tend to your wounds if theoretically, you fall down on the street while chasing after a cute cat. Theoretically, okay, it didn’t actually happen in real life. Certainly not to me.
Well, we’ve been with each other through all our highs and all our lows. I trust him more than anyone on this planet - he knows my what shade of lipstick I wear, my social security number, where I keep my spare keys, what brand of tampons I use - everything, the same way I know what his favorite ice cream flavor is, the mobile of his dentist, how many bones he’s broken throughout his lifetime and even what condom he buys for his many, many weird sexual encounters. If for some reason, I end up in jail, I’d use my phone call on him - I just know he’d be able to figure something out, the same way he figures everything out and lands on his feet. He’s really, truly my definition of a superhero, because it must take some superpower to be able to live with me and my mood swings for this long, some superhuman feat to be the amazing guy that he is. My point is, he’s not just a best friend to me. He’s my other half - my soulmate, even. I mean, not… soulmate soulmate, just.. someone I can see myself fighting over the last toaster strudel when we’re 80, with bad hips and in wheelchairs.
Long story short: I love being his best friend. I love how he throws his head back when he laughs, I love how weird his eyes are, I love his bearhugs, I love listening to him drone on about something about a house or a building or whatever, I love how he smells good all the time, even after he plays lacrosse, I love how horribly he sings, and I love that stupid looking birthmark on his butt. And I’ll tell you a secret - don’t even think about telling him or else I will find you and burn your house to the ground - I love him. Not in a platonic way, not in a ‘I’ve-known-him-for-so-long” way, not in a ‘I’m-with-him-everyday-so-I’m-forced-to’ way, not even in a best friend way - I love him in a way that consumes every single molecule in me and it scares - no, terrifies me. Because I’ve seen what love does to people - it can ruin them from the inside out - and I don’t want to be that. I trust Link won’t break my heart the same way I trust him with everything else but if we’re being honest… it’s myself that I don’t trust. He’s too good for me and everyone knows it, which is why, I guess, nothing will ever happen between us.”
