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Do you believe everyone deserves a second chance?

ask me anything !!

"Yes... Even when I don't really want to give them. I know people have taken second chances on me and I'm grateful for that."

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Do you think that aliens exist?

ask me anything !!

"The statistics points to yes, so there's my answer. My father is an astronomer... I've had to hear him talk about the possibility of other life for years now."

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HONESTY HOUR !! ☀️

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Tinder 🔥 You've Matched!

Davis: No, I was being serious!

Davis: But I won't say no to a discount anyway... 👀

Davis: Gosh, dealing with commuting and trying to navigate living in Silverlake. It's a lot of change all at once.

Davis: What about you?? I miss you!

Helena: Well, the feeling's mutual!

Helena: Dammmn, I figured you've been busy!

Helena: I miss you, too! But y'know me... same ol', same ol. Always hustlin'. I forgot I even had Tinder tbh.

Helena: Sometimes it feels like I'm playing a game of swiping and then get confused when someone actually messages me. So feel special that you're really one of the only people I replied back to 😂

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dante-gallagher​:

Dante wrinkled her brows as Helena talk about not quitting. The blonde’s eyes followed her friend’s movements as she seemed to debate the offer, hoping that Helena won’t take offence at her suggesting it. “No honestly, the industry is sleeping on you. We’re gonna build you the best profile and everyone’s gonna chew their hands off for not booking you sooner.” Dante smiled, happy to hear the other liked the suggestion, even though she knew it wasn’t ideal for Helena. “And I know you’d do the same for me. I mean, I’m clearly just doing it so you’d book me when you’re all big and mighty” the blonde laughed.

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Back in the neighborhood she grew up in, everyone treated her as if she was a star. Yes, she only starred in some musicals and local commercials back then, yet they thought she was going to be the next big thing. But then she came to Los Angeles, the land of maybe one too many wannabe stars. At least Dante saw something in her. She was beginning to lose sight, herself. But Helena would never show that - she carried the weight of always presenting a confidence to her, even when it wasn’t there. “Don’t worry, I won’t forget you when I’m big and famous,” she teased and let out a small laugh. “Obviously I’m booking you the first chance I get.” Helena sat back in her chair, bringing a leg up with her to get more comfortable there. “If these films at UCLA are as weird as the film kids were when I went to school there, it’s safe to say we’ll at least have an… interesting profile.”

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stevie-king​:

Opening her mouth, she let the thought sink for a second before she accepts her defeat, “You’re not wrong,” she couldn’t even deny it. “Hey, do me a favor? Go for the chest at least. I promised myself I was getting laid at this wedding, at least I’ll still have a shot then,” she joked right back. Letting out a dry laugh, the awkwardness she tried to prolong, quickly caught up to her. It was her fault for being so blunt, but she hadn’t actually worked out what being Helena would be like again. She just figured she wouldn’t. Not after Helena made it pretty crystal clear she wasn’t her friend the last time they had spoken.

Whether it had been jumbled wedding joy or sincerity, it took Stevie by surprise none the less. She did her best to hide it but that thin line smile actually relaxed. “I wasn’t so sure that was actually the case,” she let out a shaky breath she had been holding. At least she could breathe a little easier, it was just hard to look at the person she never thought she would have to see out of her life. “I actually don’t think this wedding would be complete without the golden trio.” The second the bartender sat her drink at the bar, she quickly picked it up needing to feel something other than the bittersweet butterflies in her stomach as she slid Helena her drink.

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Helena’s greatest weakness had always been her own insecurities. It pushed the people that meant the most to her away. At times, it felt uncontrollable, though it was more manageable as she grew older. Still, she lost her best friend all because she felt as if she lived within her shadow. A shadow Stevie never really saw was there. Being at that wedding with old familiar faces she was reminded of all the people she had loved and lost throughout the years. The way things were left between Helena and Stevie never sat right with her. Helena pushed her away without much explanation.

She reached for her drink and took a swig once Stevie did. Helena had an awful time being blunt when it came to the things that mattered. She danced around subjects, because it was easier. Swallowing the drink, she sighed and looked at her old friend. It was time to show some honesty. “I’d like to talk to you sometime… Not here, though. Today is about them. But.. if we could grab lunch sometime, I’d really like that. I think we need that.” Closure? Acceptance? Forgiveness? She wasn’t sure, but she just needed to at least try something for them.

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TESSA THOMPSON by Shaniqwa Jarvis for The Edit by Net-A-Porter (August 2020)

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Tinder 🔥 You've Matched!

Davis: Oh, thank god it's you

Davis: I mean I would have swiped right on purpose, like hello

Helena: Sweet talk isn't going to get you discounts, y'know 🤔

Helena: ... That's a total lie, sweet talk will get you anything when it comes to me.

Helena: I haven't seen you in forever! Where the hell have ya been?

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stevie-king​:

Stevie was glad that there was a pound of make-up on her face to hide the fact that her cheeks were certainty red. Usually, she was good at playing it cool in tense situations, but Helena wasn’t just anyone as much as Stevie wanted to pretend so. Stevie wasn’t sure she could lie to the other, at least not good enough to get away with it anyway. 

Biting the side of her lip, she realizes that she has no plan. None other than running to the bathroom, but if anything was going to help, it was alcohol. 

A thin line smiled appeared on her face as she nodded before heading over to the bar. Stevie could feel the tension the whole way there that she almost couldn’t order her tequila highball fast enough. Letting out a stifled laugh she shook her head, “It’s okay, you don’t have to pretend it’s ‘pleasant’ to see me.” She looked at her hands for a moment because it wasn’t easy to look at Helena. She wasn’t saying that to make things awkward, but she also wasn’t going to ignore the elephant in the room completely. “I mean as long as you don’t throw your drink in my face. That’s just a waste of alcohol, in my opinion, at least go water.” 

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Her response was a bit of a shock, but then again... what did Helena expect? The smile she was faking faltered slightly, that guilt eating her away knowing she was the cause of this mess they were in. She remembered when they were younger, practically joined at the hip until one day they just ... weren’t. Helena was once the person pulling a laugh from Stevie’s lips instead of that awkward look on her face. It was hard finally having to face something she tried to ignore after all these years. 

So, yes, in many ways it was unpleasant. It was unpleasant that Helena hadn’t tried sooner to reconnect, own up to her mistakes (even if they felt justified at the time). It was unpleasant knowing that, well, it was unpleasant for Stevie being there next to her. 

“Yeah, but it’s an open bar. Throwing alcohol won’t hurt my pocket, at least,” she tried to joke, but the amused tone was only half there. Helena cleared her throat a bit and looked at her old friend. “It’s not ... unpleasant seeing you, Stevie. It really isn’t. Do I wish circumstances were a bit different? Yeah, of course. But... it’s never unpleasant seeing you. It’s actually nice.”

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2, 12, 22, 23?

2: What is your greatest fear?

Failure. Seeing her parents being disappointed in her forever.

12: What is the quality you most like in a man?

Being supportive.

22: What is your most treasured possession?

A music box given to her by her late grandmother.

23: What do you regard as the lowest depth of misery?

When there’s no shred of her left that believes in herself. After her grandmother died, she began to feel that way. It was the worst point of her life.

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3, 5, 24

3: What is the trait you most deplore in yourself?

The way she overthinks things and gets too in her head about something.

5: Which living person do you most admire?

Her father. Even though they don’t always see eye-to-eye, she has always admired his intellect, talent, and work ethic.

24: What is your favorite occupation?

Considering she’s practically working to death just to get noticed in the acting world... she’d have to say being an actor is her favorite occupation. She’s trying to get there one day.

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sofiagiatti​:

Glancing back at Helena as she spoke up, Sofia slowed and jogged back over to rejoin her. “Phew, good call,” Sofia exhaled, the exhaustion of her relentless pace hitting her all at once. She fished water bottles out of her pack and tossed one at Helena. “Whenever you think you’re used to the weather, it outdoes itself. I feel like diving straight into the ocean. Want to take a detour to the beach after?”

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Helena caught the water and gave an appreciative glance before nearly chugging the entire thing. This is why Helena mostly preferred to be roller skating everywhere - it’s exercise, but at least there’s a damn breeze. But, that didn’t mean she didn’t enjoy these hikes and runs with Sofia any less. At the mention of the ocean, Helena’s eyes widened a bit as if her friend had just said something truly brilliant. She pointed at her and nodded. “Yes. A million times yes. You know, I can’t remember the last time I went to the beach? I move to California and hardly go to the beach. It doesn’t make sense. Should be criminal.” She chuckled and caught her breath before taking the last few swigs of water. “Okay, I’m slowly coming back to life.”

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dante-gallagher​:

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Dante had known Helena for many years now, and she always still got surprised when the other told about yet another unsuccessful project. The blonde frowned lightly as she finished chewing a piece of the smoked salmon and offered her friend a sympathetic smile, “I’m so sorry, Lena. They are honestly missing out not you. But hey, commercials are good, they are good way of building a profile. Also, I’ve been working with the UCLA and their Film and TV department are always looking for actors for their reels, could hook you up if you’d like? I know it’s not much but good practice to be in front of the camera?” Dante wrinkled her nose, only now thinking that Helena might have not wanted her meddling. “I mean, it’s totally fine if you’re not interested” she added as a little afterthought. Hoping she didn’t come up too aggressively on this pursuit, the truth is she  really wanted to help her friend but the blonde always had to have the companies and her client’s best interest first and even though she could see the others talent she had to find subtle ways for the world to see it without  jeopardizing her work.

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Commercials paid the rent, and that’s what mattered. Helena had grown used to rejection, or rather, grown used to acting like she was okay with rejection. “No worries, hun. You know I’m not a quitter.” Though the thought had been passing her mind lately. Maybe she should go get her masters in physics like her family encouraged her to. Though Dante’s suggestion was appreciated, there was something a bit sad about going to her own alma mater to get work from students. But, work was work. It’d be good for her reel, too. She sighed in contemplation and then nodded. “You know, that doesn’t sound bad, actually. Always happy to work with fellow UCLA peeps... Thanks Dante. You know, for always having my back. I’d probably go crazy out here without you.” Helena let out a small laugh.

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stevie-king​:

The wedding chatter seemed to fill the room with a ridiculous amount of jubilation. The party didn’t seem to miss a beat, but there was Stevie with sweaty palms and a jittering feeling she couldn’t shake. Her own two eyes tried not to stare at the girl that once knew every secret she ever had. Her brown eyes turned to look for the nearest bathroom, just in case she needed to make an unexpected exit. That was kind of her specialty after all. 

It shouldn’t have been a surprise that Helena still managed to pull a genuine laugh from her lungs. “I don’t think so. You definitely would remember me,” she played right along. 

The two feet that never seemed to stop moving were now glued to the wooden floor. Stevie had basically blocked her life in New York. Since then, she had turn the page, started fresh. She was doing pretty good for the last six years, but fuck, that was a lot easier to do when she wasn’t face to face with the ghost of her past.

Standing there like an idiot, she can’t bring herself to take a seat, instead she points to the bar.

“There’s only so much bad dancing I can watch sober, want anything?” 

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There were a number of emotions coursing through her. Nostalgia, guilt, awkwardness, but somewhere deep down, there was happiness. Helena regretted turning her back on Stevie - she was after all one of the few people who believed in her growing up. At the time, it felt needed, but now... she realized just how much she had missed her. 

Silence loomed over them for a moment too long as Helena searched for her words. How was she supposed to have just casual conversations with her? Then again, how was she supposed to have anything deeper than that after all these years. 

Before her mind could practically implode on itself, Stevie broke the awkward tension. Helena released a breath she hadn’t realized she had been holding and nodded with a smile. “Um, yeah. I definitely need one. I’ll walk with you.” Helena moved from the table and dodged familiar faces to make it over to the bar. She ordered a cherry & lime bourbon and turned to Stevie as she waited for the bartender to make their respective drinks. “Stevie King,” she said her name with emphasis, as if she was truly in the presence of a celebrity. “I’ll be dammed. I can’t believe we’re running into one another after all this time.”