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Gabriela and Nick?

Gabriela-and-Nick tell us what happened at the FNB premiere challenge.

@notorious-nicholas .

he’s out of danger means he will be okay, or at least that the possibility stands that he will be alright with only minor difficulties. the world is lighter immediately, but where everyone is hugging everyone and sharing smiles of relief, charlotte is quick to retreat away from the waiting room and out to the chilly air of a night in aspen without a coat and still wearing a ridiculously ellegant party gown. she looks around, squinting as she walked further out, nearly reaching the sidewalk, past the hospital’s front parking lot and lobby, the few benches outside for waiting, too. bringing her hands up to her mouth, together, concave, she blows into them, squeezing them afterwards and folding her arms over her chest.

she shouldn’t feel bad for the things she said. afterall, they’re the truth. isobel had no right to be there and it was all her fault, she was the reason they had to be there, she was the reason logan left and, above all, she was the reason they weren’t a group --a family-- anymore. because she hadn’t cared enough, because she’d been selfish and envious and stupid, now it often seemed they stood all alone. each one of them, individually, against the world, where there had been a luck of fortress before. so why did she feel like she could cry or scream or possibly start hyperventilating? swallowing thickly, the elitist walked back to the entrance and sat on the cold steps, burying her face in her hands, head hanging forward and her neck bent, looking more defeated than ever before.

after a while, she dared look up. up at the sky, grey and bleak. a shaky breath escaped her, lips pressed together so tight she felt they could crack. ‘ fuck sake! ‘ charlotte murmured under her breath and reached for the cigarette pack tucked safely in one of the hidden pockets the dress had (custom made, for her comfort), taking one out. the lighter’s flame trembled as she lit it and took a long drag, her pulse and her head both a mess. as she exhaled, inbetween the smoke, the brunette caught sight of a... familiar but misplaced frame, a frown immediately appearing on her forehead as the figure grew closer. ‘ what are you doing here, nicholas..? ‘ however, her tone lacked that... charlotte montgomery touch, the superiority airs and god complexes.

#notoriousnicholas #tfrnick #c. nick.#para.

Nick, Aaron and Jason had a boys weekend and I NEED to know everything!!

Bitch, me too! I’m so over this ‘what happens on boy’s weekend, stays on boy’s weekend’ crap. Nick Vanderbilt, Aaron Vandervort and Jason Walker… I need to know everything immediately too.

How did Aaron even survive? Did they drink? Gamble? Steal a Lambo and take it for a joy-ride? Seriously, how did Aaron even survive? Shouldn’t Jason be in school? Did they stay up past Aaron’s bedtime? Did Nick give everyone mani-pedis? Did anyone confess to murder?

Someone get these boys talking. Now.

#tfrgg #tfrnick #tfraaron #tfrjason #tfrmissingmonth

g’morning, sunshine!

@notorious-nicholas, cos i can.

‘ -----MOM?? ‘

charlotte’s groggy voice echoed down the stairs she was walking through and into the main livingroom, eyes still more closed than open just like she was more asleep than awake. logan’s superman shirt was one size too many for her slim, petite frame and it hung loosely from her shoulders until reaching a few inches above her knees, the booty shorts hidden underneath. she was pretty sure she’d heard her mother fluttering around the house the whole night since she’d arrived from bangkok, thanks to the jetlag for sure, but she still hadn’t seen her.

the brunette’s steps were heavy and slow as she rubbed her eyes and yawned, her long curls up in the messiest bun charlotte montgomery had ever been spotted with (except there was nobody to SPOT her, huh? home sweet security guard). from the end of the stairs she heard her mother’s answer and her feet lazily guided her to the livingroom, a maid immediately bringing her the morning coffee, which charlotte sipped and cringed at, practically slamming it down on the silver platter the maid held.

‘ stronger, and with cinnamon, it isn’t that hard. ‘

she watched the maid scurry off into the kitchen once more, practically trembling from charlotte’s words. the maid was fairly new and, yes, still learning, but there were no excuses for faults in her morning coffee, no sir. as soon as her mother opened her mouth, she knew what was coming her way as she took the last final steps to the back of the couch, a male’s back, profile, but nothing she spent too much time dwelling on. with her parents being amidst an ugly divorce, charlotte wouldn’t be too surprised if her mother decided to be that much of a bitch and bring a man or two into the house.

‘ come on, charlotte, she’s new, you can be nicer than that. and aren’t you going to greet nicholas? ‘

that ------ that wasn’t what she had been expecting. as soon as the name fell from catherine montgomery’s lips, charlotte’s sleepy eyes widened as she turned, with bewilderement where there had previously only been the remains of a night spent, on her heels for looking at him. she couldn’t believe it, she couldn’t just couldn’t believe it. and her mother did do morning mimosas and that was exactly what the elder woman had in hand and what was on the coffee table, along with a hefty breakfast for at least five more people. her mouth fell open for a second as she tried to order her thoughts, her mother’s voice as a background noise that became more prominent as she picked up on what her mother was saying (’he told me you two had plans, why haven’t you told me about--?’). before she could say anything else, charlotte was plopping down on the couch, feet on it as she pulled her knees up to her chest and huddled against nick’s side. if he was going to play dirty, then she was going to, too.

‘ yeah!! totally forgot ---- overslept... ‘

saved by the bell, or --- well, a cellphone ringing and charlotte’s mother excusing herself as she accepted the call, the maid moving out of the way just in time for not spilling charlotte’s newly made coffee all over mrs. montgomery’s gucci shoes. the brunette, now with the coffee in her hands, turned to nicholas and arched her brows.

‘ ----care to explain? ‘