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joeysalvatored:

“Better alert the media then.” Was Joey really going to confide in Valerie Arslan? If this wasn’t a sign of how he’d changed this past year, he didn’t know what was. Joey had never liked her - it wasn’t a secret. Their mutual dislike rivaled only their mutual love for Molly and that was just the way of things. The thing was though, even if he didn’t like it, Val might actually have some insight here. After all, she did love drama.

“Me and Isabel went to prom together. Each other’s date, y’know? And… Let’s just say, hypothetically, I’m not really the guy she wanted to go with and, again, hypothetically, she wasn’t really who I wanted to go with. And then maybe seeing the person that I- that this hypothetical person- wanted to go with, made him- me- start sayin’ some stupid stuff. About my romantic, uh, whatever with Isabel.” He wasn’t sure any of that made sense but he looked at her for answers anyway. “You know?”

She laughed again, her usual low and dry reserved just for Joey, tossing her hair back with one hand. She expected him to tell her to leave him alone or that it was none of her business, but when Val looked back towards him, she noticed the way his facial expression had shifted. And then he went on. Her eyes widened as he explained, and instinctively, one delicate hand went to clutch at her chest like she was a Southern belle hearing scandalous gossip. “Wait, you two are just faking it?” Val whispered, her voice full of shock. Then a thought crossed her mine, and she pulled her voice even lower. “Wait, wait, wait, is this about Molly? Are you still hung up on her?”

#joey #swoon im in love w her its true!#but also...... lookin at u booboo <3

joeysalvatored:

“Oh, here she is. The cherry on top of the cake that is my life.” Joey could have sworn he used to say stuff like that to her with a much more scathing tone. Now it felt more like a ‘hello’ - not that he was gonna get into his complicated, non-friendly, friendship (or whatever) with Valerie Arslan. No therapist had the hours for that. “What are you talking about? I’m a regular Casanova over here,” he shot back. But Valerie had known him for how long? He was definitely going to regret this. “Well, I mean, news of my romantic nature with Isabel Valentine might have been slightly-,” greatly, “-exaggerated.” By me.

Val only smiled sweetly in return at his remark, feeling like she was in fact the cherry on the cake of his dreary life. But lately she hadn’t been keeping the closest eye on him, as was obvious by how much this news had taken her by surprise. Was he floundering at simply being in a relationship? “You’re a regular something, Joey, but I wouldn’t say Casanova,” she scoffed, though he must know that too. She raised a perfect brow in his direction, now confused more than anything. “Do go on, I’m intrigued.”

#sorry for instant replies hehehe #joey

joeysalvatored:

“Yeah, well, when you know… You know. Just can’t fight what’s right. There’s, uh, no stopping love.” Joey was actively digging his own grave. He had been actively digging his own grave all night and the fact that Isabel Valentine was nowhere to be seen at this after party to stop him did not help. Joey had been accidentally spinning their romance to people he’d barely talked to all year for at least half an hour now. Man, where was Isabel? Or anyone! Anyone who could just get him to shut up. Thankfully, his listeners saw the keg and made their exit but who knew how long it’d be before he started spewing his romantic word vomit again.

“Please. Kill me.”

With crossed arms, Val watched from a distance as Joey seemed to stumble through whatever mess he was trying to pass by their classmates. But she’d known him for too long-- though she’d never say cared-- enough to tell when he was either lying, or feeling totally out of place. When the party-goers he was talking to walked away, she saw her opportunity and sauntered up to him. “Isabel Valentine, huh? I never pictured you as a romantic, Salvatore.”

#teehee!#joey

gofor-faye:

Faye Montgomery had probably been tipsy 0.5 times in her life which was perfectly fine, thank you. A glass of champagne at a gala, a sip from a questionable flask at cheer camp. She turned her nose up at warm beer from the likes of Steven Beaumont but tonight was different. Tonight… Well, it had all but been the end of the world, hadn’t it? Crown? Gone. Jesse? Gone. Her besties were nowhere to be found so here she was, verging, she’d say, on drunk. How ridiculous.

“Heeeeey! Take a picture with me. Ohmygosh, cute. You should be a model or something, love that.”

She’d kind of lost track of Faye somewhere between the poor blonde losing the election and everyone piling into their cars and party-vans and fancy limos to head to the after-party. But when she spots her, Val quickly makes a beeline in her stilettos-- whoever switched to flats were just weak. “Hey, are you-- Wait, what are you doing?” she asked as she stared at the phone. “Are you drunk?”

#take two on these two!#faye

bad-kitty-katriel:

Maybe it’s the shots, but this party isn’t that bad. I guess.

Oh, it’s definitely the shots. Catch me dead before I give credit to a guy for doing anything right. What’s his name-- Steve?

#katriel

robbie-wilson-ltd·:

What. The actual. Fuck. Did I order a can of bullshit with same day delivery? No.

Someone. Explain. Now.

Looking pretty stupid right about now, huh?

#im sorry for her NVKJSDVSD #robbie

gofor-faye·:

The morning after she had knocked on Jesse McArthur’s screen door had been the last time she was ever going to waste her time with him. That’s what she’d vowed to herself. She hadn’t told anyone what had happened, not all of it. She just wanted to get through prom, have it go just how she always dreamed: a cute, parent approved date and the crown on her head. In all actuality, she’d gotten the first one checked off the list. Then this happened.

What. The. Hell.

Did he really hate her so much he had to rig the vote against her? Because that must have been what it was. It must have! He was just- just trying to ruin her life and now she didn’t even have a chance—

“Ohmygod,” it came out on a shrill note, practically a shriek (she was thankful they’d put the music back up at last), “Oh-,” how could he? “My!” She was going to kill him. “GOD!”

It wasn’t like Val was the smartest person around-- she’d definitely failed a couple classes in her lifetime-- but she was by no means an idiot. So after hearing Mr. MacDonald announce the dumbassery that Jesse McWhatever had committed, her first thought went to Faye, heart breaking for her friend’s dream. But her second had been: if Jesse was rigging the vote, and it caused Faye to be disqualified, wouldn’t that mean...? Val didn’t get a chance to finish her brain puzzle as she heard the piercing scream of her friend, and she dropped Thought 2 to go back to Thought 1, immediately at Faye’s side.

“We can fight this-- there has to be a way to fight this, right? Obviously, you didn’t stuff the ballot, and they can’t prove that you did! This is bullshit, it’s not your fault!” she huffed.

#faye #im screaming along w faye tbh i love this drama #also look at these hoes together again B)