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i’m so sorry my activity is literally going to plummet bc i’m leaving to go back to college on sunday and before them i have to pack, say bye to people, and generally get my ass together. i might be on like...once a week when i get back bc i’m rush chair, have general life stuff, classes, a job (maybe two if things work out) and i’m part of the safe zone program so i’m HELLA busy !!! but i will try and get to things :)

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with a groan, the girl eventually gives in. it’s a fair point. she’d take a lot of labels, but homewrecker wasn’t exactly in her top ten to have. “ok fine, i’ll pick another taste. but finding a talented hunk who is the perfect height where i don’t look too tiny is going to be some work.” natalia gives a smallscoff at ayaka’s words, though there’s still a grin on her lips. “why, is it that hard to sell me on people?”

      ayaka chuckled at the other but soon frowned at her, “i will not let you become a homewrecker,” she said half seriously, “there are many beautiful hunks in the sea that aren’t married or in failing relationships,” she sighed . “good because you owe me. being your wingwoman is really hard work,”

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despite having been around him fairly often, his kind words never failed to still shock her. there were some things people just couldn’t grow used to. “hopefully, it’ll be great. if i ever finish it. and if anyone wants to publish it.” at his words, she quickly turns towards him, shaking her head. “you’re way too hard on yourself. there are so many people who’ve done amazing amazing things that started in their thirties or whatever. you have nothing but time, keoni.”

        Usually Keoni would have turned his nose at the mere mention of a book, but after all the female had just revealed to him, she had him just as hooked ( though any book with pictures was bound to fit into his radar ). “I think what you’re doing is great.” He mused. “Like, you know yourself, and you’re going places. I’d kill for something like that.”

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“she’s adorable” she quickly replies, leaning over just slightly to smile at the girl. “hi” she eventually greets, sticking her own hand out. “i’mnatalia.”

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     ‘ have you met my daughter ? ’  kai proudly presents his five year old to the other,  ‘ her name’s lethe, she’s a bit shy. ’

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before she has time to be offended at his decline, she sees him instead going straight to the source. a much more reasonable approach. she watches as he takes his own stash, a small smile on her lips. “committing crimes with strangers. that’s a pretty bold move” she teases, before she’s headed off in the direction he’s nodded in. why the hell not? it’s not exactly like she had anywhere else to go.

terry chuckled and shook his head, finding it adorable that she handed him one from her on takeaway as opposed to grabbing one from the machine. he declined the offered treat and stepped around the girl to stand in front of the glorious trove of junk food. he opened his bag and stuff as much of his favorite snacks as possible into it. once he was done and his bag was on his back again he turned around to the girl and nodded towards the back entrance. ‘c’mon, let’s go enjoy our spoils.’ 

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as much as she doesn’t believe him, a huge part of her does. it was selfish to want him to still be completely hung up on her. to want him to just put his life on pause as she took her little break and when she was ready, to welcome her with open arms. but she had always seemed to want what wasn’t possible. “if you weren’t going to actually talk to me i don’t even know why you let me in.” the words suddenly just come to her. what was the point? she felt worse than she had already, he looked even angrier than before. it was like they were just digging and digging themselves into this deeper whole. and she was pretty sure there would be no miracle of them striking gold eventually. “i didn’t put a knife to your throat. i left. and that was shitty, i know it was. i’m not trying to pretend like it wasn’t, but you standing there trying to suffocate me with guilt isn’t exactly a matronly approach. you’re hurt. i know. i am too even tho it doesn't matter as much because it’s my fault.  but there are far worse things people you love can do. trust me.”

has he really moved on? not in the traditional sense of the word, another lover hasn’t taken her place, but when he goes out he almost always finds someone to temporarily fix the void the other left. yet going in an in depth explanation of his sex life with his ex sounded atrocious so he settled for a simple “yeah, i have.” the smirk on his lips was so sadistic in every sense of the word. it felt unnatural on his lips but he knew it would hurt the other so he kept it there. “to apologize? well i guess what you’ve did what you came her for, mission accomplished.” his gaze wandered over to the door, he wanted the other to leave but another part of him wanted them to stay so he could continue  to torment them. when they had first arrived the sadness was obvious in his eyes but he’s replaced it with deep seeded bitterness. “you still love me? you’re fucking sick ,ya’ know that? no matter how fucked up i am i’ve never treated someone i loved nearly as bad as you treated me.”

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she knows she’s FUCKED to but it very simply. natalia always tried to stay positive. always tried to hold onto the idea that things could get better. not that it always worked. her leaving in the first place proved that much. she had practically made her own worse fear come true. “have you really moved on?” she questioned, though she knew the answer she’d get was far from the one she wanted. if it was true or not...well she’d never really know. that was a loss she’d just have to take. “i just wanted to talk to you. to apologize. to-- i don’t know. i wanted to fix things. in anywayi could but i guess that’s not really possible.” the moment the words come out she hears him agreeing despite no words being said. the moment she showed up she had learned that much. “it’s not bullshit though. i mean it. all of it. and it’s fucked up, and doesn’t make what you went through better, or magically take us back but...i do mean it. even if you don’t still love me, i still love you. i guess i just wanted you to know that.”

“sure.” his replies were getting shorter by the second as his patience was wearing thinner. “if you know you cant, then you shouldn’t have showed up her.” alec wasn’t known for his forgiveness but he found it particularly hard to forgive the other who stood in front of him, because he had given her love and she had practically thrown it away. it was hard for him to love anyone and when she betrayed him it caused him to a feel pain he had never felt before. he had seen heart break depicted before in movies and other forms of media, but experiencing it firsthand was entirely different. “i might not have moved houses, but i’ve moved on.” it wasn’t the complete truth but he now found it easier to sleep by himself or in the comfort of a strangers bed. he no longer sobbed himself to sleep, so he considered that some kind of progress. “i don’t know what you expected from this but you giving me some bullshit apology doesn’t mean i’m gonna fall in love with you again.” 

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her eyes widen for a slight moment, mostly shock that she had actually fallen for it. though it’s not exactly a huge surprise. natalia always had been a fairly gullible girl. “i thought that would sell” she teases, an excited grin growing on her lips. “yeah, the sooner the better. i don’t want to miss the good lighting.” 

     the blonde kept her eyes locked on the other’s face. of course she was going to say yes, but she liked the dramatics. she wanted it to be a bit drawn out. it was nice, and very entertaining. “to be honest, you had me at getting drunk and not paying for it,” scarlett admitted, breaking her stoic facade as she fell into a small pool of laughter. “so should we go now? i’m free, i just wanted to mess with you.”

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making a spot on the couch, cup in hand natalia gave a grin to the person in front of her. “on three i dare you to chug the entire thing” she teased to the person in front of her, holding hers up as a signal that she’d do the same. the girl loved parties, especially when drinking games came into play. maybe it was because she moved around a lot and parties seemed to be part of some sort of welcome to town thing, but she found herself in these situations more than the average person. “one. two” she counted, one finger shooting up with each syllable. the last one was muted by the cup, but the last finger rose giving signal to chug. she joined in, the cocktail stinging slightly down her throat but it wasn’t anything she couldn’t handle. there were very few things that made her back down from alcohol related challenges actually. bringing the cup down she saw that the other person was already done, giving a sigh that she hadn’t beat then. “how’d you do that?” she question, an amused smile forming on her lips.

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“yeah. well, sometimes. i mostly just sell it when i can, try and get into galleries. mostly add the ones i really like to my book. the one i’m working on anyway. i’m thinki’m finally figuring out my style.” the simple fact was beyond exciting to her. she’d spent years changing locations, films, style, from film to digital, just searching for something she liked. in the end, she probably just needed to find a place she liked.

    ��   “Yeah, see, I’m not too sure about that. I’ll get back to you.” He grimaced, sucking air through his teeth as he stretched back again the chair. Her laughter was music to his ears, and quite honestly he was a lot prouder of this accomplishment than he should’ve been. Sinking his teeth into his lesser lip, he took note of what she had pointed out, and finally began to detect the difference. “Alright, I see it. I can dig it. And you just– compete with other people on things like this?”

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she’s checking herself out in the window, only to turn around and see someone’s noticed her. “can we just pretend you didn’t see that?” no natalia, you cannot.

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at his words, her nerves calm considerably. with the threat of trouble out of her horizon, she gives him a smile, fingers plucking one from her small stack. “i’d consider that a small price to pay“ she admits, overing the candy in his direction. “very nice taste, i must admit.”

in all honesty, terry could give a rat’s ass if someone was stealing from the vending machine. in fact, he would’ve done the same if he had been the first person to find it wide open. he just happened to be coming around the corner when the girl turned around and who was he to turn down an opportunity to talk to a cute girl. ‘i won’t tell anyone if you hand me a bar of Twix.’

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very focused on her phone, some sort of article about some far off place not even she could dream of visiting, her focus is pulled down once the singing stops. “what?” she questions, eyes slightly widening by the curiosity. with the answer, of course, she lets out a gasp, fingers already scrolling through her contacts. “well we have to do something about that. ASAP. how could we let something like that slide by us?”

“those poooor unfortunate souls!” she’s singing the words at the top of her lungs, obviously having the time of her life with singing the words she’s memorized as a kid. then all of a sudden she shuts up, looking up at the person whose leg she’s using as a headrest, “i just realized something.” her voice is dead serious as she speaks, as if she’s about to bring up something of importance, “we forgot to order chinese.”