i'll chew you up and spit you out

                  I never thought I would say this, but it feels good to be home.

                You’re already super keen on Havensdale, huh? My mom would swoon at your enthusiasm for this being hashtag ground zero. Anyway! [ Amber beamed, throwing her arms out and thoroughly smooshing her into a hug- ] I’m so glad you’re here, Cami. Video chat does not do you enough justice. 

Maggie: who???? i probably don't know him, but if i do i hate him

Maggie: sorry not sorry every guy in havensdale is gross

Maggie: but um, i guess I kind of have a date too

Amber: Valid

Amber: it's Jesse McArthur???

Amber: So I think I just secured some certified boy-candy for prom

Amber: It's almost like we never left home

Amber: Which means you 110% have secured some vaguely asshole-ish boy-candy

It’s kind of a dumb theme. I mean, if you ask me. But no one did, so here we are. The popcorn will be tasty though. So, we do have that going for us at least.

Just like no one asked you if you wanted to be nominated for prom queen, right? Seems like a running theme around here. True. Plus, we were probably like, this close to being another ‘Under The Stars’ horror story.

Um, I can’t seem to find my phone and I need to make a call, do you think I could borrow yours?

So glad I can just think about prom. Eyes on the prize, ladies and gents.  

Slurred Words + Amber Chen-Bennet

“I think I might miss Amber more than I miss my parents. That’s awful to say, but it’s true. Amber’s like a part of me, right? She knows everything about me and she never judged me even when I probably deserved it. I shouldn’t have left her behind after I turned, but I just couldn’t. I couldn’t be Maggie anymore. And it turned out that Amber was a werewolf anyway, so if I’d just not left like that things would have been different right? I think I broke our friendship for good. I think she might not be able to recognize me anymore. That’s sad ‘cause we used to share everything, you know? She knew all my secrets, and she helped me when I was sad, and she knew when I liked somebody or when I wanted somebody to go away. But it’s not–I mean, some things are still the same. I still know her favorite color and the name of the perfume she used to wear and whether she likes stripes or polka dots and–none of it matters anymore. Maybe we’re just different people now.”

"Maggie. What did they do to her? Why- Why did they have to do that, you know? She was... She was perfect just how she was and- and they just took everything away from her. It's like, every time I look at her it just hurts now. She was- She is strong but she was carefree and strong and pretty much the HBIC. It was her whole thing. Her attitude, her style but she was happy. Fearless. Nothing could hurt her and the- the only stupid things we ever had to worry about were boys and lipstick and which dress to borrow from each other. I miss that. I just miss her... But she can't- How could she ever love me again...? After everything... After everything that’s happened, that's coming. I'm not- Not just a werewolf but I'm going to have to fight. And- And kill and if anything happens to her I'll just die, I'll die but what's worse? Bringing her into this mess or... I don't know... I just wanna go back. I just want us back. I miss her so much. I love her. I loved her. I think maybe I...always loved her."

When have you not known me to be a little dramatic? I was in theatre, ya know. Tomorrow? What’s tomorrow? Am I dying? 

Not a day in my life at this point, Oliver. I’m not shocked, you’re a pretty god actor. Dedicated to a fault. Only if you end up on the wrong end of someone else’s claws. Or your own.

Anyone wanna be my prom date? I know I don’t, like, need one because I’m an independent woman and I can put my own corsage on and Beyoncé believes in me but also…

These cheesy promposals have me feeling some type of way. So if y’all are down, let me know. I’m progressive, I’ll even prompose to you, I just wanna be involved in something so cute and wholesome.

Oh come on. There's no way someone hasn't at least tried to throw a giant teddy bear at you yet in, at least, a botched attempt? Maybe they're too nervous. Whenever I hear anyone talk about you, you can hear the italicization of your name. Claire Knighton.

You can’t tell, but I’m screaming inside. 

Really? I could have sworn there was something irritating echoing around here but sure. A little dramatic though. You can white knuckle it until tomorrow, I believe in you. Just try and not get any papercuts.