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rhett:

the cigarette dangles in between them, whether perched precariously in between her rose tainted lips or pinched in between two deceivingly delicate fingertips. tendrils of white smoke, almost translucent in colour, curl upwards, licking at the air, staining it a hazy shade of reality before dissipating a moment too soon. his grin widens, mantis green eyes drowning in pools of mischief. “dunno - not that i need the assistance - but it’s been a while since i’ve counted the notches on my bedpost.” his tone is soaked in amusement, in hubris. he always struggles to grasp at the straw of such an endless question, coming up empty handed each and every time. picking a favourite would be the equivalent of sorting through his individual curls and choosing the best. his gaze flickers down to meet hers, “i don’t think people understand how hard that question is to answer. it’s nearly impossible.”

sucking in a sharp inhalation at his words, lennox coughs slightly from the smoke still trapped inside her. sputtering, her eyes afire with amusement flick to his emerald irises. “ya sure you don’t? i mean, fuck if it’s been that long. even i still got game harding. guess that popstar thing isn’t working out.” with chocolate curls that frame his sculptured face and tantalizing eyes, lennox can easily see the appeal, but her views, tainted by the image that surrounds him, neutralizes the effect. the conversation flows between them as easily as the smoke wafting from her wicked mouth. she clucks her tongue, shaking her head at him. “y’know, you should’ve fuckin’ faked something because i get the vibe you really do have these here for show.” 

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rhett:

“understandable.” he doesn’t try to argue, to refute her words; in fact he barely reacts to them at all. his features - a thrilling combination of sharp lines and edges with softer slopes and curves - remaining impassive, indifferent, void. he knows the truth of her words, they slam into him like a sucker punch to the gut, he knows the desire to hide behind the facade, to use the image cultivated like hardened armour, moulded around you, impenetrable to outside forces. his bitten red lips quirked upwards, forming a lopsided smirk, green eyes alight as he turned to the slender girl. “you caught me. that’s why i keep this room locked up in my summer house - so girls can come and swoon over it.” he lifts his shoulders in a noncommittal shrug, “none taken. these are the greats. they made the kind of music that will be remembered for years and years.”

lennox sighs, further filling the air with her smoke - stenched breath -- putrid and slightly unbearable to herself. the brunette keeps sucking nicotine through the cigarette, though, allowing it to find a home within her bloodstream. her cerulean hues absorb the names upon his wall, surprised at who he proudly showcases. with her blush lips wrapped around the tiny, ashy white stick, she faces him when he speaks. words muffled by the cigarette, lennox teases, “damn. it’s like i’m seeing you in a whole new fuckin’ light. how many times have you gotten pussy for this?” she nods, eyes narrowing as she suspiciously peruses him. the sex symbol surprises her, layers hidden beneath the seemingly shallow poptar the world portrays him to be. “who’s your favorite?” the question a peace offering, a slight reprieve from grilling the brunet. 

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paige:

“have you been living in a cave for the past week or so? its all the poor single dude can talk about. he alone could give us alcohol poisoning.” paige remarks with a grin on her face. “and i mean, rumor has it that oliver’s pick up lines have actually killed a man – or woman. mhm, i’m glad we are on the same page with bambi. never have i ever? i suppose we can twist the game, just this once. never have i ever weighed more than one hundred and five pounds.”

“no. apparently we have better shit to talk about.” lennox murmurs, not bothering to fill paige in about what the two discuss. concealing who helped get her into design school from people like the brunette has turned into lennox’s goal. “hmm. i can fuckin’ see that -- the kid isn’t all that funny.” lennox just nods at the comment about arabella, a guilt pit settling in her stomach at further insulting the bubblegum pink - haired girl. “ha,” lennox blurts out as she takes a shot, “that’s too fuckin’ much. you’re insane. never have i ever discriminated against body types.” 

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colt:

“yeah,” is all colt can reply with, feeling that his luck as run out due to his gullible decision. if he had contacted lennox before the deal was set, she could have guided him in the right direction by saying that it was a stupid idea. it’s all his fault his spotlight had turned off on him to move on to another pitcher, and he can’t do anything about it for now. he nods his head along to lennox attempt to cheer him up, but the sentence that momentarily distracts him from his guilt is that she is going to attend college. his posture slightly straightens and he beams at the brunette. “really? that’s awesome, lenny!” colt exclaims, his happiness soon faltering at the thought of where would he be in the fall. his somber hues glance ahead toward the driveway. he took off his hat, throwing it onto the porch steps in sudden vexation. “i’m so stupid.” he huffs, resting his elbows on his knees so he could put his hands on his face.

his dismantled excitement unsettles her -- watching it come and flicker out like an unsteady flame. it pains her to know that not even her own good fortune can cheer up colt, who still resembles a saddened puppy. placing her chin upon his shoulder, lennox sighs. “why? you’re shoulder’s healed. you’re going back, right? it’s what you want? you’re not stupid for getting hurt. aren’t injuries just a perk of playing the big leagues?” she desperately wants to see colt happy, the smile from seconds ago back on his face. “we should do something,” she breathes, “like go for a walk or swimming. i’ll even go back to the diner - let someone else wait on me for fuckin’ once. and then you can tell me what’s up. you’re always making me fuckin’ talk, it’s your turn.” 

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colt:

his attention averts from the clay dirt littering his baseball cleats to the familiar voice calling his name, lifting his head upwards to view the very person he needs to see the most. “my shoulder has been healed since last week. it’s like the injury didn’t even happen,” colt responds, his sepia hues observing the brunette taking a seat next to him. a sullen smile attempts to curl upon his lips, a chuckle escaping from his throat because of the irony. “i don’t know yet, lenny. it’s not like it matters ‘cause they aren’t going to play me as often. they’re scared i’ll get hurt again.” he adds, taking off his backwards yankees cap to run his fingers through his mused hair. he placed the cap back onto his head, trying to hold back the truth from spilling out of his virtuous mouth.

“i didn’t know.” lennox murmurs, shock and forlorn mixing together to create an interesting tone. “that’s amazing colt. really is. you’re fuckin’ lucky -- y’know. always have been.” she struggles to keep the bitterness from her voice at the end, an insignificant piece of her always slightly jealous of the fate colt’s received. he deserves it, though -- his heart’s made up of gold. and for putting up with her for so long, lennox believes colt earns all the good this temporary world has to offer. “oh.” her face falls at the sullen look upon his face, her heart aching for colt. he’s the only one she could ever feel empathy for. “i mean -- you’re young though. you were doing so well. why wouldn’t they?” she tries to cheer him up, but lennox knows next to nothing about the politics of colt’s baseball world. “i mean,” lennox huffs out a sigh, “if they don’t play you, that means you’ll have more time to see me when i attend the fashion institute of technology in new york this fall.” she prays maybe the news will cheer him up -- hoping all those times he’s claimed he needs lennox in his life weren’t a lie. 

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poppy:

her fingers pluck a bottle by the neck as lennox talks, nodding her head to signify that she was following along. her thoughts focus on processing what the other is saying, and she tips the bottle back to her mouth, allowing the liquid to run down her throat almost carelessly. it makes her cough a little but she stays relatively quiet to let lennox continue rambling. “but it did, you got into college! you got a break and this stroke of good luck came so take advantage of it. obviously you can’t ensure success but this is your chance at it, and not everyone gets that.” she’s trying to live vicariously through lennox and her successes; she wants college so bad, she’d be okay just watching someone else go. the contact on her skin is different, they’re not really the type of friends who do hugs or anything like that and poppy never pegged lennox to be that type of girl, still, she can understand the other’s fear. “i can understand that, but it’s just, i mean, put it this way, why do you stay in gulf shores? why aren’t you anywhere else in the world? maybe that’s what’s holding you back. but, i’m no therapist or whatever.” 

avoiding friendship for so long, lennox feels out of touch -- forgetting that this relationship couldn’t be one sided. “shit pop.” lennox murmurs, words muffled by the beer bottle. “are you talking about yourself? because you’re right. i used to fuckin’ kill for an opportunity like this.” the long she speaks the her blonde friend, the more she finds herself shoved over the edge toward going. the foggy glass is clearing, the choice becoming more and more obvious. regret. lennox lives a life of it, but she can change it -- go and see where this could take her. or else this will be one more decision she’ll spend eternity regretting. “it’s the closest to home i’ve ever had. i’ve got my brother here. my niece. you’re here. but, colt’s in new york -- so that’s another friendly face, but -- i dunno. i keep telling myself it’s to fuckin’ save money so i can move somewhere, but maybe i’ve saved enough.” her voice trails up, swallowed by the sea breeze as she consumes more alcohol. 

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paige:

“drinking game, you ready?” paige said, revealing bottles of various shapes and sizes. “take a shot every time walker complains about his new single ass, and another one every time oliver makes a sad attempt to snag a girls number. also, we get to add to our blood alcohol content every time arabella fatally annoys us – which, consequently, would be every time she opens her mouth. got it? pick your poison, we’ll be dead by morning.”

“fuck.” lennox laughs at the ridiculous rules paige has taken some time to think about. “the prick’s not said a word to me, but i take it he’s complaining to you? and oliver? really? i’ve never seen him do that. arabella, though, yeah she’s annoying sometimes, but really cohen? ya fuckin’ with me because you consider me the mean one, but you? why not make it more interesting and play ‘never have i ever..’ -- that always gets the liquor rolling. oh no. you don’t want me to pick -- you’ll end up dead and i’ll be just fine.” 

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andromeda:

“there was a young boy, and I found him crying while on the beach. I walked up to him, and asked him what was wrong. he said that his mother was no where to be found. to cut a long story short, I bought him some ice cream, and his mother showed up about five minutes later. to see them embrace, tears in her eyes, due to the fact she had thought she lost her son, was heartwarming. I loved every moment of it.”

“ wow. aren’t you such a saint? honestly. that poor kid would’ve never found his mother without you considering you didn’t really do much besides prove his mother never taught him what stranger danger fuckin’ means. frick. everyone’s too damn trusting. you could’ve been a pedophile, and then the kid would be motherless and scarred. ”

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colt:

colt is absolutely stressing out at this point. he had just finished a conference with his devious agent, pitching coach, the managers of the yankees, and espn about his status now that he had fully “recovered”. all day in the soarching alabama weather, they have been running a series of tests from his physical strength to his pitching abilitiy at the only baseball field in gulf shores. it is puny compared to the stadium he was pitching at months before. even if colt’s performance displayed a miraculous recovery like the injury didn’t happen, which is true, his morality was punching him in the gut for carrying on with this lie. the feigned injury did score the baseball star a lot of press on espn, but did not hand colt the promises his agent told him to convince him to take forth on this situation. the yankees still want colt to be apart of their team, but will not play him as much as he deserves due to his replacement. colt felt betrayed and incredibly stupid. he trusted his agent to take care of his career, but instead the man had almost ruined his career for greed. he has been wasting his time lounging in gulf shores when he could be making an even bigger name for himself for his baseball career. the distraught male is now sitting on the front steps of the harding beach home, still clad in baseball gear, defeated. his childhood dream is ruined because of his own naivety towards the business of baseball.

her chest heaves, rapidly rising and falling as her pace slows from a run to a jog that eventually turns into a fast walk. her cream ear buds continue to blast music, keeping her adrenaline up so her high could last as long as possible. her body glistens with her perspiration, toweling herself off with the cotton, white tank that used to cover her now bared midriff. as she approaches the long, winding driveway, lennox notices a familiar figure sitting on the steps. she increases her pace to a fast jog. “colt?” she takes in his appearance, lithe frame clad in his baseball gear. her heart sinks slightly, confusion written all over her face as she plops beside him. “i thought you couldn’t play? did your shoulder heal?” her gaze lingers upon his injured -- possibly recovered -- shoulder rather than his forlorn face. “does this mean you’re -- uh -- leaving now?” she fails to keep the disappointment out of her voice, not wishing to lose colt so soon. if she goes to f.i.t., though, lennox knows she’ll be near him. she’s nervous, though, to tell him -- what if he wants to keep her a part of his life in gulf shores and the past rather than his future? 

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arabella:

she can’t help but feel a murmur of insecurity as lennox mumbles something under her breath. she’s accustomed to such displeasure from lennox, but it’s in her nature to worry what other people think. “i know.” she simply ducks her head in acceptance, feeling the verity of lennox’s word with a sharp sting. her head snaps up in surprise at the sudden contact, arm flinching as if to mirror the withdrawal of the other girl’s finger. unable to bring her eyes to meet the other, she looks away, eyes wandering the room for a moment before she can move past the discomfort their contact induced. “like…stand up for myself. speak my mind. i don’t know, just live more.” 

her heart constricts slightly. it always was the worst upsetting arabella -- the effect the same a begging dog has on most people. an apology hangs on the tip of her tongue, but somehow lennox sees that could ruining things -- what would she even apologize for? speaking her mind? the brunette always struggles with this, wanting to make arabella feel better yet having no reason to apologize. “if y’know you should do it, why don’t you fuckin’ do it? what’s holding you back?” her averted gaze rises to meet arabella’s, attempting to converse with her as penance for upsetting her. 

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walker:

walker was never the type to listen to warnings given to him. his mother would sometimes tell him jokingly that his stubbornness had been curse he got from his dad whenever young walker would go against her wishes, but still continuously shower her only child with her unconditional love. his eyes rolled in exaggeration before speaking once more. “len, is that better?” the male questioned with a grin plastered on his face. however, he scoffed at lennox’s choice of words. “for your information, sofia and i broke for irreconcilable differences.” he simply shrugged off the confession and went back to the topic he was speaking to her about. “i got a dare to make out with the first person i thought about,” he quickly pulled away and took a step back to escape the fiery of the small frame, “─ and before you hit me, i only thought of you first because of how funny the situation would be. c’mon, you don’t it’s funny just a tad bit?”

“did you even fuckin’ listen to me?” lennox mutters, shaking her head at his nickname. “it’s better, but i’m not satisfied. you got three options, use ‘em.” her jaw drops slightly, laughing at his revelation. “no shit?” she gasps for air, finding the whole ordeal hilarious. “damn. you too seem perfect for each other.” lennox speaks between gasps for air. her laughter subsides as shocking words leave his mouth. her eyes freeze over as she glares at him. “funny? you think kissing me is funny? gee, coleman, no wonder sofia left your ass. you’ve got zero game. and you expect me to let you kiss me? no fuckin’ way.” lennox shakes her head, not finding humor in it the way walker seemed to. it almost hurt. 

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you'll never have children.

“ course i won’t. i would never be the fuckin’ parent to have one, decided they failed, and then put them up for adoption. better not risk it. ”

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oliver:

“don’t mention what?” oliver said with a small smirk on his face, his eyes bright and mischievous. he wasn’t sure that it would be the best course of action to start going for straight up joking with lennox just yet, only because it didn’t seem like the place. he was invested in this debate now, feeling the need to defend nebraska and all of the other nebraska-like things in the world. he paused for a moment, his brow furrowed with concentration. “but isn’t it still like, important for like…politics and stuff? i feel like hayes mentioned something about primaries and electoral colleges and plenty of other shit that i really don’t understand.” oliver watches her move towards him, raising an eyebrow as she pointed at him. maybe he shouldn’t have set the pillow down, but it was too late now. his eyes darted from her wallet to her face, taking a deep breath before replying: “zero.” this was probably going to frustrate her beyond belief, but he was going to be adamant about her not paying him back for the fees. he had done this completely of his own accord, therefore making the fees and the applications entirely his business and, in a way, his problem. what he wanted was just for lennox to have to deal with the acceptances and her new career. hopefully. “then you’re a fuckin’ flop, and you go back to doing what you were doing before,” oliver mumbled, feeling only slightly guilty. he wasn’t going to lie to her; it was an uncertain future, but a bright one none the less. “but what if you don’t flop and you like, become an amazing designer and make hella money following your dream? that could happen, too.” he laughed, nodding in agreement with her (how often did that occur?). “i guess we are.” 

“now that reyes,” lennox titters, “is good humor.” she offers him a small smile, finally understanding his sense of humor. lennox shrugs, “i’m sure it is, but let’s face it -- politics and shit already suck. maybe this’ll be a push in a better direction.” her knowledge of politics only extend as far as high school taught. “so again, nebraska’s fuckin’ useless. no matter what, society will stay shitty.” his gratitude feels foreign, unwelcome. “no. i can’t. you make your own fuckin’ money like me, that has to make a dent in your savings. i can’t.” she refuses, although a piece of her knows that oliver is just as stubborn as her. his mind seems set on not allowing her to pay him back, but no matter what, lennox will -- she has to. lennox novak will not owe anyone anything. lennox nods, “but i’d be thousands poorer.” lennox hated being so money minded, wanting to just follow her heart and throw caution to the wind. she can’t, though, her mind won’t allow it. “you’re right. guess that’s something to consider.” her pearly whites sink into her bottom lip, nibbling pensively. 

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lena:

lena: ?? … and no??? lena: naaahhh lena: dont be rood!!! lena: *rude

lennox: hmm ... interesting.  lennox: how the hell do you expect to talk then??  lennox: at least you’re not dumb enough not to learn lennox: & haven’t you figured it out by now? i /am/ rude. 

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rhett:

her voice is a contradiction - the sound soft and overwhelmingly feminine - it’s silky fingers violently yanking the young musician back to reality. it’s almost painful; the swift shock, the sudden shattering of silence. offering a glance over his shoulder, he nearly scoffs at the thought - a wall to wall collection of records, all simply poised and positioned for the soul purpose of being a prop. “do you actually smoke those or is it all just a prop to add to your image?” the amusement is clear in his tone as he volleys back, arching a brow slightly. “see for yourself.” he gestures towards the prized wall, and it’s all he can do to hold back the grimace that threatens to break through his features at the label slapped above his head.

lennox chuckles as she lifts the cancer stick, held precariously between her fingers, to her rosy pout for another drag. “sometimes i do because who doesn’t need a smoke once in a blue moon? other times, though, yeah -- it’s an image thing. i hate the bitterness of a fag, rather just fuckin’ drink a beer, but i’m more approachable with a beer. with this damned thing,” lennox’s icy gaze shifts to the disintegrating drug as she twirls it around mindlessly, “i’m less likely to be approached for social purposes.” she steps into the room, slightly cautious as she approaches his wall, cerulean hues studying it and all the records upon it. “for all i know, those vinyls are empty. that or you’ve got here to look cool -- to make girls swoon and think you’re some rock god. almost all these names sitting on your damned wall made at least one song more meaningful than the bubblegum pop that plays in the diner. no offense.” lennox murmurs, fingers flicking off the ashy butt of the cigarette. 

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esmee:

Esmée arrived on the arm of a wealthy businessman; he owned a chain of lavish hotels. Penthouse living. Vacationing in Gulf Shores for the summer. She caught his eye the way a Cartier diamond would catch hers–something to show off. But the conversation bored her, asking their relationship when in reality he desired someone of exquisite beauty to show off to his business counterparts. So, Esmée chokes on the expensive steak, the attention of the party turning from negotiations and deals to the dying girl suffocating on diamonds. Someone saves her. Like they always do. Everyone cannot resist taking on the role of the heroine or hero. “Lennox?” Esmée wonders. “I did not know you worked as a cater waitress.” Her throat itches. Her date looks on, eyebrows crinkled, winkles more prominent. Esmée gestures, telling of her wellbeing, but her outfit looks a little worse for wear. Heel kicked off. Fabric crumpled. The tag hangs out. Esmée hastily places it back inside the dress.  

lennox huffs, reaching across the table to grab esmée’s water glass, placing the expensive crystal directly in her reach. “i don’t. it’s just a favor for someone. they needed back - up, and who can turn down the opportunity to make extra for the week.” she steps back, fiddling nervously with the sleeves of the penguin - esque uniform knowing eyes were not only on the stunning blonde, but herself. lennox needs an out, the silence making it harder too breath. clearing her throat, lennox hardens her feature so her emotions are unreadable. grabbing the steak plate, lennox asks politely, “i’ll just take this out of your way, would you like me to get you a new one? or perhaps a chicken dish instead?” the one problem lennox had with catering as opposed to her usual one at the diner was the way she had to be respectful at all times, acting below anyone at the event. the snarky comment about taking smaller bites next time has to be swallowed, a polite smile forced as she waits for esmée to answer, to dismiss her.