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FOX: sand, jellyfish, the unspoken rule that you have to wear swimwear, the higher risk of sunburn, the higher risk of being hit with an object flying at dangerous speeds, the higher risk of seeing a bunch of people shirtless that you never needed or wanted to see shirtless, the high risk of seeing people you know, shorts? FOX: lmao was i talking about work or the beach there?

SNAPCHAT → open

AMIRA: and you hate work, yet you still show up AMIRA: what makes the beach any different

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the warm weight of amelia’s mouth on his is a palpable absence. still entranced, he recoils slowly, shuffling a measly step backward and folding both arms. crew members are shouting frantically amongst themselves somewhere in the distance. fox can practically feel the harsh studio lights above them intensify as heat pools beneath his pale skin. dylan’s scene was due to begin shooting at...roughly ten minutes ago. stepping solidly but gently out of amelia’s hold, fox hums thoughtfully. “still not convinced,” he murmurs, shaking his head. fox leaves it at that, striding straight past amelia and towards the nearest door. “but maybe you could change my mind at my apartment tonight.” the implication is there, brazenly exposed and a vivid contrast from what his initial answer might have suggested. he doesn’t acknowledge this, but simply lopes out of the room with a diminutive half smile stretching his lips apart.

it’s safe to say that amelia’s caught off guard by his impetuous change of heart; she audibly gasps in the cursory moment she’s given to draw a breath before fox’s lips are on hers and her concentration is demolished. somehow in the midst of her daze she manages to hook an arm around his broad shoulders, fingertips gliding down the back of his neck with a tenderness that differs from the nature of their kiss strikingly. amelia’s drawing closer and closer to him, all the while retaliating with just as much avidity. the way fox is addressing her right now, like she is as necessary to him as oxygen, is setting every nerve in amelia’s body ablaze. she doesn’t know what it is about this lanky boy that is so addictive, but she can’t seem to ever get enough of him. before amelia can untangle herself to clarify, ( does this mean yes? no? why does he have to be so damn confusing? ) his tongue is skimming her undoubtedly swollen lower lip, and she wonders if he’s doing this deliberately in order to divert her attention from the previous conversation – if he is, it’s working. as soon as she’s beginning to become absorbed in the intensity of what’s happening, fox is detaching himself all too soon and amelia can’t help the way her brows draw together in disappointment. “babe,” she fights to squeeze in broken phrases between his kisses, though the affection is causing her anxiety to ebb away into amusement. ( she attempts to will away the giggling as much as she can – she knows the reaction only encourages him and he really doesn’t need any more motivation. ) “what do you – fox! what do you say? you and me?” she’s anchoring him tightly to her with an iron grip on dylan’s varsity jacket, a hopeful grin stretching across her features. her expression is drenched in anticipation, and without giving him an instant to hesitate, she’s tugging him in and pressing her impatient lips to his again, her ardor only increasing with each passing second.

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@foxdelacroix: oh yeah, let's not only move filming to fucking moose territory, but also move the entire show to a channel about 30 year olds who wear plastic werewolf fangs and pretend they're in high school

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“well i could’ve gone for that bottle blonde mess on your head, but then again, so could anyone. it looks like a fucking traffic cone. i’m surprise you aren’t accosted by crossing guards more often.”

“oh god i’m ass who thinks girls and guys can’t be friends. wow i shouldn’t have expected more from you. and dissing me on my shoes? that’s really the best you’ve got. i’m sorry for you.”

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“are you done? because i think the bus is here to take you back to middle school. you might remember it as the place where that comeback should’ve stayed. then again, your memory seems to be a little spotty or selective seeing as you don’t seem to recall that you aren’t corey’s girlfriend. he’s already got one of those and makes sure the entire fucking world knows it every ten minutes, so you might wanna cut the jealous, defensive girlfriend act before people start to notice and you end up embarassing yourself more than you already have. how about you try again, and this time, if i hear something i’ve never heard before, i’ll put some pocket change in a little cup for you? then maybe you’d be able to afford some better insults...and shoes, cause those are looking a little...yikes.”

“i would like to point out the fact that you brought corey up. not me. i mean it’s like you’re obsessed with him or something. you talk about him on twitter and in general more than a bitch who’s his best friend. i’m sorry, but the only people that i even mention corey’s name to first is corey himself and sometimes amira. nice try though, princess. but please, do tell me what it’s like being shoved so far up corey’s ass all the time, because even i wouldn’t know that much. seriously, do you ever stop talking about how much you dislike him? damn i dislike a lot of people and their names hardly ever leave my mouth.”

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“if you’re that desperate for me to give you twenty bucks, you just have to ask. don’t make me pay you to do things i want.”

“i will kill dylan in a heartbeat.”

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“well, see, the goal is to actually be punched hard enough one day that i’m actually knocked the fuck out for a good ten or twenty years. maybe more. i’m not sure yet, but i figure that since i’m twenty one now, i’m gonna need at least that long to recover from the trauma that all this living nonsense has put me through. so, basically, the specifications are a work in progress, but at least i have a goal and i’m working towards it, right?”

“i can be more threatening than this, You don’t not want to unleash my ugly side. I thought you were good but now that I met you, I’m not so sure with that sour fucking personality like grow the fuck up, Grow some fucking balls. Being a douche is not attractive, It makes people want to punch the fuck out of you.” 

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“hm, you might wanna put a little more work into your threatening tone and dangerous persona before you get in front of a camera. that was...well, i was gonna try telling you that it was a solid attempt, but i’m big enough to admit that i’m not that good an actor.”

“who the fuck are you to tell me what set I belong in or not?”

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“kinda hard not to listen when you’re standing right there and i’m standing right here, but i appreciate your unwavering faith in my ability to hear properly.”

mariah shrugs, “i usually assume everyone is interested in every aspect of my life.” she grins, clearly joking. “but in all honesty, i didn’t realize you were listening.”

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@foxdelacroix: you know, corey also looks like a discount furby, but like, one that the factory thought was too defunct because he was all weirdly misshapen but he escaped before they put him in that furnace from toy story 3

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“if you must know, corey mostly bothers me because he won’t shut the fuck up about amira. you bother me because you won’t shut the fuck up about corey. jett bothers me because he looks like a discount furby. amira bothers me because nobody is actually that happy all the time and i’ve got this sneaking suspicion that if you splash water on the bitch she’ll start melting like logan when he works out next to a male model at the gym. that one crew guy who does the lighting bothers me because he never listens when i tell him that he’s gotta put the lights higher or i’m gonna hit my head and i always wind up hitting head. the doorman at my building bothers me because he always looks at me like i’m gonna pickpocket him or something and quite frankly, it kind of annoys me that i apparently seem like the type of guy who goes around pickpocketing people. any questions?”

“damn it, fox i wasn’t talking about that kind of jumping. and whats your problem with corey anyway? too much competition for the asshole spot. really, i don’t see why people take pride in being so incessantly mean sometimes for no reason. fuck i’d like to know what i ever did to you anyway.”

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“if you’re not in the mood for sarcasm then you’re on the wrong set...and that’s not sarcasm, for once.”

“I’m just not in mood for sarcasm, I’m just in one of those moods. I didn’t mean to be so dramatic, That’s just me sometimes and plus I didn’t get much sleep.” 

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“and this has...what to do with me, exactly?”

“maybe i should get out more,” mariah mused, half to herself, “i’ve spent the last few weeks watching masterchef reruns with my cat. don’t get me wrong, bingo pajama is great company, but i should probably partake in some human interactions.”

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“if there’s one thing that gives me faith in you as a writer, it’s definitely your unironic use of the word juicy in a sentence, so consider me just fucking tickled over this news.”

“i honestly am so excited about what’s coming up this season. i know we’ve got some good stuff filmed already, but in the episodes i’ve been working on, things are about to get so juicy!”

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“but i am worried. how will i know which borders bargain bins to avoid next month if you don’t give me specifics? i’m talking title, publisher, starting price..maybe even the isbn number if you happen to have it on hand.”

“yea, when someone asks a question, they usually expect an answer back. okay, i’ll let you know! it’s coming out soon, don’t worry!“

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“...you ask, expecting an answer from me. let me know when your book of advanced mind games comes out.”

“why did you ask, though? and why are you still talking to me if you have a lack of interest in me?”

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“hm...pass. i think i’d rather just wallow in my misery and avoid list-making of any kind. i appreciate the interest, though, especially considering the lack of interest i have in you and your little sunset field trip.”

“alphabetized, numbers, and handwritten.”