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*slowly removes my heart-shaped sunglasses* i beg your fucking pardon

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*tucks my hair behind my ear and looks off into the distance prettily like I don’t notice you looking at me*

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Rear Window (1954), dir. Alfred Hitchcock

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Clueless (1995) dir. Amy Heckerling

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✨ location: lakehouse porch closed for @egoistfm​

hopefully mira wasn’t hoping for a moment of peace and quiet, because as soon as naomi sees her on the front porch she makes a beeline for her. “so i know we have this age-old rivalry and all of that,” she starts, gesturing vaguely and plopping down into a rocking chair, “but the only thing i can think of to be mad at you for is the fact that you look, like, exactly the same as you did way back when. if nobody is going to bring it up then i will, ‘cause i’m furious.” 

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“ of course, i’m here. seeing my dogs and the famous davis is worth a couple of rats, amirght ? and don’t think i haven’t heard of your little beauty empire, i’d buy something but if i got any prettier i think you’d all lose your minds. ” he threw her a wink. “  i’m down. 25 says they break up before she even picks out bridesmaid dresses. ”

“ummmm.... anytime you want to come model for products, you let me know. don’t think i’ve forgotten how those cheekbones look with a little contour work— they’ve literally been haunting me for years.” a manicured hand lightly pinches his cheek. “that is so dark and i love you for it.”

she makes a note of the bid in her phone, then looks up at him, smiling in a way that crinkles her eyes.

“okay. Mr Big Time, you’re gonna have to stop me before i start getting mushy, but i’ve missed you like crazy, and just, like, seeing your face makes me want to scream ‘cause i’m so happy. i need you to tell me everything about L.A..” 

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✨ location: lakehouse dock closed for @erickatto​

“you’re missing her, aren’t you?” she says, half-empty bottle in hand. naomi could think of no other reason why ricky would seem so lost in his thoughts. “that sweet little baby.” she takes another sip. “she’s literally the cutest little thing i’ve ever seen.” 

the best part about this little vacay was the booze, readily available and more often than not on someone else’s tab. lord knows she’ll need it to get through the wedding, and she wasn’t even the maid of honor! 

“it’s okay, you can say it. i won’t tell anyone.” naomi holds out the bottle and gives it a shake. “you want a sip or two to cheer you up?” 

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✨ location: lakehouse kitchen closed for @deanwells​

“holy shit, holy shit. what the hell are you doing here?”

naomi stands beside the humming fridge, sputtering at the sight of dean wells (dean motherfucking wells) just standing there, right there in the kitchen, like he wasn’t dean wells. she didn’t need a memory jog. he was a rat through and through, but she figured he would have been way too important to come back to willow. 

“it’s nice to see you, but holy shit. i would have thought you’d have, like, an ESPN something-or-other to do.”

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✨ location: the lakehouse closed for @losingstreaks​

“AH! STREAKY! I’m so glad you’re here. Listen—“ naomi runs at him full force, her heels scuff against the old floors as she moves. “I’m taking bets for how crazy this wedding is going to get, you want in? Um, before you say yes, house—me—gets ten percent of the pot.”

“So, you getting in on this?” 

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