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     â ââââââââ whatever. your shit doesnât make any fucking sense. ânavy isnât my colour.â like FUCK. â
â i look like a 10 year old child in navy, thatâs all there is to it. would you just let me  be, i didnât kill a man. itâs harmless really, they wonât miss what i took. â
    âYOU WOULDNâT BE getting pricked if you stayed still, frank. work with me, princess.â mia remarks as she adds another pin to the dress where a new stitch should be. she quickly grabs a needle and thread to gently tie everything together before saying, âyouâre almost done, i promise. and this is for one of my classes, i need to make a modern design with a sleek frame and thatâs where this dress came from - and you just so happened to be the best model for it.â she then says to the girl, âwell, if you like this dress, i might get to be the one designing your wedding dress for you.â
  âTHIS SORT OF makes me wish i had actually gone to college, you know.â frankie starts, never considering how exciting and hands on the whole thing could be if you picked the right major. ânot that i can sew or draw to save my life but still, an interesting concept since i thought the most stressed you could get was writing an essay for a deadline, let alone making a dress.â peering down at what mia was doing, she let out a soft laugh at the mentioning of her own wedding.  âiâll never get married but i hope that i go to some wedding in 5 years and have them gush about how their dress is a mia de haven original. â
   sheâd moved around enough as a kid, so much that it alone wouldâve been enough for elena to be sick of travelling. all over portugal, spots in spain, and nearly the entirety of the states before her parents had found a good place for them to settle. but she hadnât had enough yet. her creative mind sent her exploring for most of her high school years, visiting places she thought sheâd never have the chance to visit â- and it was all part of the life plan sheâd set out. travel early, get everything there was to see of the world, then enjoy her life with a family right after college. to think that there was a chance that she couldnât do that with the one boy she thought sheâd have by her side, terrified her. her whole plan was now set back several years. if jacob moved on to do his own thing, sheâd be left on her own. could she find someone like him again ? she honestly doubted it, and elena was never a pessimist. â home ? â the word gets caught in her throat as a few tears roll down her cheeks. â yeah. yeah, âcourse you are. but i need more to a home than just you and me. canât you⊠you know you donât have to travel right away, yeah ? you can take time. we can travel with a kid, is that such a bad idea ? â
   jacob couldnât stand this, nothing felt right and it probably wouldnât feel that way for a long while. no matter what conclusion the pair came to, neither would be fully happy with the decision. turning to face the girl that he had been in love with for the past 3 years, he felt a lump in his throat begin to form. heâd seen her sad before and had definitely experienced her anger and stubbornness but this wasnât any of that, it was the look of total heartache. a hand brushed against her cheek to wipe her falling tears, swallowing hard as he did so. â i wish i could say yes and agree but think about it. what do you expect me to do between starting a family and waiting for our kid to grow up. â the question is somewhat rhetorical, knowing there was no answer she could say besides listing off some dead end job, one that would probably take all of the adventure out of him over time. â i canât be what you want right now and iâm sorry, i would do anything to be okay with settling down in the suburbs but i wonât be in that mind frame for sometime. weâre jacob and elena, weâll always be that -- thereâs nobody else like you but itâs not fair on either of us. â he confesses, pressing his finger into one of his eyes as if itâll stop the flow of tears brimming in his eyes.
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HADLEE: thatâs what i said! HADLEE: hurry , i may have made a few cookies to get him to help decorate
SOLACE: as if he is being rewarded for being a lil shit SOLACE: as long as you donât break out the gingerbread SOLACE: understandable though, i think heâs the only one that can actually reach the top of the tree
   her accent is thick, her words beginning to slur together in a mess of desperation and nothing short of that. their relationship had been one of her longest lasting, one that she wouldâve SWORN on her life would be the last one she needed. something about them clicked ; their interests, their personalities â- nothing clashed in a way that was worrying. but as someone that loved to live in the present, elena hadnât given much thought to what would happen when they got older. â fuck, iâve done my travelling already. â her voice is weak, a slight quiver in her lower lip that makes her look just as weak as she feels. â iâve been all over the damn world, jacob. â she forces herself to take a deep breath as she combs her fingers through her hair, allowing it to shield the curve of her face â- heâd seen her cry before, but she couldnât show weakness then. â all iâve ever wanted was stability. â
    the maleâs head was a whirlwind of thoughts, feelings and solutions that were crashing into one another at what felt like fifty miles per hour like a chemical reaction of realisation laced with sadness taking over his being. though everything came to a halt when she said sheâd already been free and seen the beauty that different places and cultures have to offer, every solution fizzling out. â and iâve had my stability, college was it for me -- i waited patiently to kick the routine college instilled into me. i think iâd lose my mind if i had no time to find myself. â he inhales sharply, knowing that whatever he said would make the situation worse and the slight hinder in elenaâs voice makes him realise that his whole world is crashing down around him in this very parking lot.  â i thought i was stability to you -- home even. â
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HADLEE: your brother doesnât seem to enjoy these festivities HADLEE: as much as either of us do HADLEE: pls come home for christmas before he kills me
SOLACE: clearly heâs not really related to me, what a scrooge SOLACE: iâm due home on monday, pls tell me you havenât started baking without me
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   her legs push up against her chest, chin resting on her knees as her gaze falls ANYWHERE but the other sitting beside her. â how doesnât this affect you ? that⊠that you donât want anything that i want ? â she laughs, almost bitterly as she presses her fingers against the corners of her eyes. â how couldnât we have figured this out years ago ? â
 jacob eyes are squeezed shut as he listens to her speak, her voice had become familar over the years and was arguably one of his favourite things about her. even now, when he could tell that she was hurting, her voice was calm and somewhat pacified him all those times he needed it. â because i thought that was the point of us, we werenât your run of the mill couple, settling down was never an option. â the male tries his best not to sound frank about his words while maintaining the tone of his voice, not wanting it to quiver as he spoke.  â thereâs plenty of time, el. look at it from my point of view â you can come back from travelling but once you have a kid, thatâs it. â
      âCAN YOU FUCKING stay still for two seconds? goddamn,â mia complains, laughing a bit to show that sheâs joking. she managed to rope the other into wearing one of her designs so she could alter it, knowing that sheâd end up owing them for helping her out. âi already said i owe you big time for this, canât you just do this and then get payback later? i really need this finished.â
   âHEY ! YOU TRY having a needle pricking your skin by accident every 5 minutes. â frankie quips back, trying her hardest to stand upright and still at the request of the budding designer, getting more used to the tight pulling and the weaving formation of god knows how many pins to hold the design in place. âyeah, yeah, i got you. at least tell me what this is for, i feel like itâs my wedding day with all this fuss.â
skye rolls her eyes playfully before turning to him with a smirk. â you know, if that happened to me i would be happy too, too bad it will never. â she joked, in fact she didnât used to do that kind of comment but it was good to mess with him. â whatâs that supposed toâ yeah youâre a eighteen years old boy but doesnât know anything about lilac girls things and why or for who theyâre buying. and stop crying, weâre already leaving. â she complained at his comment, bumping her shoulder on his arm. â letâs get something to eat somewhere? iâm hungry. â
â uh, youâre not involved. you can get a bunch of girls in your room, only  wearing underwear whenever you want -- itâs called a sleepover. â he  puffs, almost in jealousy though his idea of what girls got up to at those  kinda things was completely warped.  â weâre going to mcdonaldâs and  i donât wanna hear any arguments, i need a big mac pronto. â matthew  practically nudges her in the direction of where his car is parked. â never  again will i be dragged shopping, make the most of my wonderful company  while you can. â
âwell, if you put it like that, iâm sure every nameâs copyrighted with someone already.â
â i canât believe you are being like this, when i win a grammy  for best new rap artist -- iâll remember this. iâll thank everyone  but you because you are providing no help.  â
she didnât mean any of it, veronica probably couldnât tell, though. falling silent, the brunette couldnât muster a single string of words, she could only focus on the aching feeling at the pit of her stomach. âiâm not denying shit, i think i know myself better than you do.â she spat, offering the girl the fakest smile she could manage. âmhm, just know that those guys will do a better job at fucking me than you ever did.â this was all a mistake, something that blew out of proportion because she refused to face up to it. âiâm not listening, in case you havenât noticed. you know where the door is.â
 this was an absolute mess, and veronica could see no solution to the issue  at hand. if she backed down, she would end up looking weak and valerie in  turn would continue to deny her sexuality but if she walked out of th door,  god knows what would come of their so-called relationship. a sarcastic  laugh passed through pale pink lips at her horrible retort about her per-  formance in bed. â i knew you could stoop low but denying the fact that i  gave you the best orgasm of your life when these little boys can barely  keep a good thrusting rhythm. â a roll of verdant hues accompany her  words before she gets up, though passes the front door and veronica  now stands peering up at the brunette. â come on, make it easy for me,  look me straight in the eyes and tell me i never mattered and that i was  merely someone you used to experiment with. over and over again. âÂ
âwhat the hell are you âoh god.â
â right jingle bells, that isnât helpful. oh god is big seanâs thing,  like sure his actual pseudonym is big sean but iâm still sure  that oh god is copyrighted by him in some way. â
â okay so, iâve spent the last 2 hours teaching myself how to rap busta rhymesâ part in look at me now. i think i can do it. i even learnt the ayo breezy ! part. i think my rap career is ready to take off -- help me think of a good pseudonym to go under.  âÂ
âitâs not a fucking attitude. you donât have to do that, though, it clearly doesnât fucking matter.â thereâs a sigh pushing past her scarlet lips, and sheâs tugging at her hair in frustration. âiâm not making anything complicated, you already are somebody to me but doesnât seem like thatâs enough, is it? iâm obviously doing a shit job at proving it to you.â the last bit of veronicaâs words drove her over the edge and it was almost like she had no control over her own hand as it knocked over the first thing her eyes landed on. âalright. youâre right. you know what? weâre nothing, you mean nothing to me and if it really had to come down it, weâre friends. i toyed around with you, yâknow, to experiment, thanks for the sex. is that better? does that tell you where we fucking stand now?â at this point, the brunette didnât process anything that came out of her mouth and she knew she was going to regret saying all of those things in an instant.
 â wow. â thatâs all veronica could muster up for the moment, taking in the  loud thud of the fruit bowl knocking to the floor. â in my almost nineteen  years of living, iâve never seen someone been a) so spiteful or b) try so  hard to deny their sexuality. â though her heart was hurting at the words  that flew out of the brunetteâs mouth, she knew this wasnât really about  her but it was about valerie keeping herself closeted. â 100%, thanks for  clearing it all up, doll. when you go out and fuck 5 guys in order for you  to keep this ridiculous façade up, remember what you threw away. â to  be perfectly honest, veronica couldnât understand the hatred towards  having such a small part of your life go against what was deemed  normal. â your internalised homophobia is a joke, no matter whether  youâre lgbt or not -- itâs an ugly trait to have, knock it off before someone  ruins that pretty face of yours. â
âwhat does that even mean, veronica? whereâs all of this coming from?â sheâd been dreading and fearing this conversation for as long as she could remember, simply because she had no answers to offer. âiâm not ashamed of myself,â the brunette spat, annoyed at the choice of words the other had, âiâm not fucking ashamed of you either.â yet she couldnât bring herself to even look the girl in the eyes, so she kept her distance as she turned around, gaze jumping to anything but veronica. âiâm just - i donât know. i, uh, i like you and you like me so why does it have to be complicated?â
â drop the attitude, i get that this is something youâd rather avoid but i canât  deal with having to shrug my shoulders whenever my friends ask if iâm  seeing anyone. â she sighed, though she would continue to protect valerie  as it wasnât even an option to out the brunette, even if it was to her group  of accepting friends. â youâre the one making it complicated, i donât get  why you want to keep me in the dark, like weâre fuck buddies -- i wanna  be somebody to you but youâre not letting me. â though her voice was  laced with infuriation, she didnât want her anger to force the other to doing  something she didnât want to. â look, iâm not gonna stand here and listen  to all the excuses that youâve told yourself a thousand times over. just  figured you should know where i think we stand. â