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â isnât that what men are supposed to do? â    he rolls his lips back into a tight ,  thoughtful facade ,   stripping his words of any legitimacy .   â  but fair enough .   you keep your fantasies ,  iâll keep mine .  â   leave it to him to make this sound like an agreement that had been vetoed by both parties .  in truth ,   if she read some of his fanmail - she might realize his description wasnât that far off of what some demented picture conjured up in their heads .   he was a bit distracted - reminiscing on past horrors when she brings up âfamilyâ ;  he blinks rapidly in succession ,  leaving his daze in a haste ,  and readjusting his focus .  now - family, family values and the importance of family, as she so tactfully put it, isnât really a topic he frequently visits .    "  it was low hanging fruit, to be honest.  iâm a little disappointed in myself for going for it.  â  he hurriedly avoids diving any deeper into that note ,   backtracking in a beat of vulnerability heâs not too glad she was able to witness firsthand .  he couldnât actually remember what was the last time he saw a happy family that wasnât on some tv commercial about nutella ,   but whenever it comes down to choosing on weather to believe in fairies or not â heâll always stick to yes .  itâs important to believe in the extraordinary ,  even without proof ;  the worldâs too bleak as it is .
james â- with all the poise of a gentleman lets her scold him in utter silence ;  all sealed lips and glossed eyes ,   staring up at her ,  and the ground ,  and back at her like clockwork . he canât actually tell weather he hit the mark or missed it entirely ,   either .   readingâs a lot easier in the light ,   you see .   â   i hope you do.   â   a cold ,  weary breath lingers against cerise cheeks ,   white and misty .  he cracks his knuckles ,  shifting into a more gentle ,   soft spoken demeanor .  â   i donât want you to be unhappy.   â   itâs too easy to believe him ,   then .   not a shred of dishonesty ,  or opening for a witty remark .  instead he merely stands up from the ground ,   brushing the dust off his torso ,   briefly eyeing the grounds to see weather his shirt is anywhere in sight.   it wasnât.   silence reels him back into skimming through the dark for her .  â   iâm justâŠÂ   curious .   you know?   pretty girl with mightier-than-thou attitude shows up in my concert ,  looking like a barbie doll dressed all conservative in the middle of the crowd -   stays âtill the end of it.  turns out âŠÂ   she wasnât really supposed to be listening to me to begin with.   so i guess ,  iâm just âŠÂ  wondering what made her tick that day.   â  he doesnât wait for an answer â  mostly because he doesnât think heâll get one ,  and because heâs feeling a bit generous .   â  anyways  â- are you gonna help me find my shirt orâŠÂ  should i just stand here half-naked?    âÂ
For a moment Faith thought she saw something that seemed like real annoyance before James moved past it, but she couldnât be totally sure. She wasnât even sure annoyance was the right emotion. Clearly something had been said he wasnât fond of but she couldnât pinpoint what, exactly. Anyway, she didnât like thinking about James as having real emotions. She preferred to view him as a being incapable of emotion or any real human connection at all for that matter. It was easier that way for a number of reasons, not least of all being that she could say whatever she wanted to him and it wouldnât matter. âOh, donât be disappointed in yourself,â she said with a sickly false sweetness, âit was no more pathetic than usual. If it makes you feel any better, youâve always maintained a consistent mediocrity. It would be refreshing if it wasnât for the fact that you insist on acting like a stupid slobbering dog all the time.â
Of course, she didnât believe he meant it when he said he didnât want her to be unhappy. It didnât matter that it hadnât held much of the usual sarcasm--she had her opinion of him and that colored everything he did. Nor did she care to reevaluate. âSure,â she said simply, looking away when he stood because even though it was dark she could see again this close up that he had his shirt off, and it felt improper even to see it accidentally. She stiffened at the mention of the concert sheâd been at when she first met him, one of the many things she forced herself to go to just so she didnât lose ever âfriendshipâ sheâd made in LA, no easy feat for someone like her. âNothing made me tick,â she snapped, still averting her eyes, staring aimlessly at the nearest wall in the dark. âI was forced there by people I know, which Iâve told you before. Iâve been a captive audience literally every time weâve spoken.â It wasnât totally true, but she could get away with pretending it was thanks to circumstance. Anyway, it wasnât like she was about to start telling him her deepest secrets just because the power had gone out and they were trapped together. âWhat, Iâm supposed to help you now?â she said, scoffing a little at his request. But to be fair, it would be quicker this way. She stood from her chair and squinted around, arms folding over her chest. âI mean, where could it be? Did you just fling the shirt off at random? Why arenât you wearing it? Youâre so vile.â
thegoodprofessorhillâ
A smirk plays at her lips, she rather likes the young girl. She had to be bright to attend schools with such prestige. But even if she wasnât bright, Lennox thinks sheâd rather like the young lady. âI teach a couple classes focusing on language and writing.â She replies, and wonders if sheâd bother asking about her. She had quite the reputation of terrifying young writers around the campus. âAs much as Iâm loather to admit it, I think Iâm better suited to this campus and this place.â
âWell no one can blame you,â Faith told her genuinely, âitâs, what, a five hour drive and you can totally feel the difference in the weather.â Which was just about the only thing Faith liked better about Los Angeles. âThatâs great, though, maybe I can trouble you to look over a paper of mine now and then. Unless the literature you teach is religious in nature I probably wonât be in any of your classes, unfortunately.â
nicolettehazel-râ
âYou have clearly never sewn before and have no clue what youâre talking about,â she rolled her eyes. This woman was really just annoying at this point. âWhy are you so obsessed with my hair color? Iâve never heard someone bitch about a hair color so much before in my life. Sorry, love. But itâs not very Jesus like of you to insult a natural hair color that apparently your little God made. Isnât it against the bible to be hypocritical and, I donât know, bitchy?â
âLike sewing is some accomplishment,â Faith drawled. âCongratulations, Suzy Homemaker, weâre all so impressed youâve mastered a basic skill. Maybe you can go hang out with all the other twelve-year-olds getting worked up about it.â The insults barely grazed Faith, who rarely went a day without encountering someone who didnât like her and felt it necessary to let her know she was being a bad Christian. âMy little god likes when people speak the truth, and thatâs exactly what Iâm doing. Just because it hurts your feelings doesnât make it bitchy, it just means youâre clearly not confronted with the truth very often. I can see why--youâre quite sensitive, arenât you?â
atticusrossiâ
It was definitely rude to listen in on strangersâ conversations but considering the volume of that particular scene, it had practically been unavoidable. Still, he felt a little guilty when the blonde turned to look straight at him. At least she didnât seem too offended that heâd been laughing. âUtterly ridiculous,â he agreed with a nod, still highly amused by the scene heâd just witnessed. Growing up with no less than three sisters, it certainly wasnât the first time heâd seen a girl go off on someone like that, but it never got old. âBut this is awkward now âcause I was just about to slide on over and ask if youâd pose as my date for this family reunion thatâs coming up,â he joked, still snickering as he took a sip from his coffee, âCanât suggest that now without looking like a total clown.â
Sure, it was cheesy, but maybe it was kind of cute, too, and Faith allowed a small smile at the joke. âThat is awkward,â she teased. âItâs a little tragic too, because if men like yourself bothered to introduce themselves like normal people then women like me might be inclined to indulge you in conversation.â She stuck a hand out, a thin gold bracelet dangling loosely from her wrist. âFaith,â she said, turning in her chair to face him more fully and indicate without words that she was doing exactly as sheâd said--indulging him. She even put her book--Aquinasâs Summa Theologica--face down on the table. âSo is there really a family reunion or was that the best you could come up with on the spot?â

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nicolettehazel-râ
âWhen did I say I was bad at my job? Do you not know how to sew? People pinch themselves all the time,â she gave a confused look to the blonde, tilting her head. âOh, please have him send me to hell. That would be a blessing. Would make my life so much easier, actually. Sorry babe. My hair is natural, unlike your box dyed hair.â
âOh, you didnât have to say it,â Faith said with a condescending little chuckle, âI just assumed whoever it is you work for doesnât like blood all over their clothes, but maybe I spoke too soon.â She didnât ask why being sent to hell would apparently make this girlâs life easier, but she did add it to her growing list of reasons why she didnât like her. âI didnât say it was fake, I said itâs an atrocity. The fact that itâs a naturally-occurring atrocity just makes it all the more tragic. Iâm hardly ashamed of coloring my hair, and unfortunately for you my dad would never allow me to box dye considering it would look tacky in the campaign photos. In fact, you should think about getting a professional dye job, then you wouldnât have to walk around looking like you just crawled out of a copper mine.â
mistermountbattenâ
âUsually I do have manners but this is an emergencyâ He said uninterested in her behaviour. He watched the cafe around him and then turned to her. âYou wanna drop the ageist attitude. you know fuck all about me. Iâm not here to try and hit on you, Iâm going to move in a second so relax.â He snapped and glared at her. The last thing he needed was a brat that wasnât paying for his services. He watched the person leave and then let out a long sigh and stood up. â You can go back to being a bitch now, sorry to ruin the Taylor swift sulky aesthetic you have here.âÂ
âI donât remember suggesting you were hitting on me, first of all. Ew. Second, I know all I need to know just by looking at you.â She flashed him a sugary smile that didnât reach her eyes. âAnd it isnât my fault youâre older than the hills and still havenât learned to take criticism with grace. You should work on that.â She lifted her eyebrows when he stood up from the table and threw another cuss at her, satisfied to have riled him up with just a few easy words. âApology not accepted, nor is the foul language, but I understand Iâve upset you and as weâve already discovered in spite of your old age you tend to resort to a more, shall we say, juvenile form of communication. Now would you like to apologize for going after an innocent twenty-something in a blind rage or were you planning on storming away like a teenage girl?â
thelanamiddletonâ
Lana nodded âLike.. A proper dress dress.. I have sundresses and stuff.. But fancy like this?â she ran her hand over the material of one of the dresses. It felt weird. Foreign. âSimple.. I have sundresses I told youâŠâ she replied quietly because she suddenly felt, inadequate.Â
âItâs so.. conservative though..â she mumbled âCan I at least see it in another colour.. Black is so.. Boring..â she replied and looked at Faith nervously, most people never said no to her. She wondered how this would go down, and didnât want to really know, but now⊠Sheâd done it.Â
âSundresses donât count,â Faith told her impatiently. âYou donât wear a sundress to a nice dinner. Weâre finding you something to go out in, remember? Thatâs the whole point.â
She clucked in disapproval at Lanaâs estimation of the dress sheâd picked, pursing her lips a little. âBlack is most certainly not boring, itâs elegant. But if itâll get you to pick a dress, fine, choose something more colorful. Just donât go for red, okay? Red is whorish.â
Faith couldnât have put a number on the things she disliked about LA, but near the top of the list remained how often strangers seemed to forget this was real life and attempted to involve her in their weird, drama-filled lives. Only moments ago sheâd been approached at a cafĂ©, of all places, by some loser begging her to pretend to be his date while his ex was watching, but of course all heâd gotten was a scathing lecture and a few insults. Heâd only just walked away in a fit of rage, leaving Faith to her book and her tea, when she heard someone at the next table snickering and turned to him with a half-suppressed grin and a lifted brow. âWell Iâm glad someone was amused,â she said, eyes rolling. âI mean, that was ridiculous, right? You canât just ask strangers to help you get revenge on your ex, weâre not living in a bad sitcom.â @atticusrossiâ

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remorse isnât a sentiment she inspires in him ;  rage ,  lust ,  the compulsive need to scream into a pillow , but never remorse .   she can take his jabs ,  and he needs to put up with her stream of lies and bullshit .  itâs an unspoken agreement .  james scrunches his nose ,  twisting his mouth into a snarl - unaware of weather she can actually see his skepticism blossoming - but willing to commit, nonetheless.   â   sure âŠÂ  i mean - was going along the lies of  âi look tastier, and people are avoiding you like the plagueâ â but we can go with your version if you want.  â   he has an arm pressed down his knee ,  wrist and hand hanging idly ,   and it comes alive to gesture along with his little quips . Â
â  â and yet you continue to indulge me.   â   a hum vibrates in his throat ;   james calls her bluff ,   all cat & canary sounding .   â  how charitable of you ,  sister faith.  â   a dangerous kind of malice froths around each syllable ,   everything sounds perverse on his tongue ,  when he wants it to .   and as it happens ,   around her ,   he frequently feels an urge to fall back into that role  â it comes easy to him ,   like slipping in &  out of an worn-out sweater youâre all too familiar with .  she recoils ,   he stays still ,  studying with precision faithâs evasive attics and defensive stance .   her pretty bones pop like buttons when sheâs mad or  embarrassed .  itâs difficult to discern one emotion from the other - he fathoms most of the time ,   she canât either .  â   how high on the offensive list would that go?   likeâŠÂ a 6 - a 5?  does it rank higher if you climb on top of me to stab me?  ââ i read the chapter,  but the instructions were very unclear âŠÂ   â   he lacquers his tongue with naivete ,  crafted from years of practice as a pretty boy with a fairly reliable facial structure .   it doesnât mean much &  it doesnât have to ;  he has every intention of riling her up .   â   not nearly as ambitious as you ,  is she?  donât worry ,  iâm sure youâll be asked to be a bridesmaid when she marries her cousin .  â   he hasnât made an attempt to get up yet  ââ faithâs not tall enough to towers over his bent form ,  and he quite enjoys seeing her from a different perspective .   â  you get off on being mean a little,  donât you?  judging everyone ,  looking down your perky little nose at them âŠÂ   â  his jaw unhinges into a wolfish grin .   â  i donât mind it ,   itâs refreshing .  everyoneâs so despicably nice to me .   so ,  we can play confession if you want .  i mean ,  it must be tough being told you need to be all prim &  proper all your life âŠÂ  use this ,  donât wear that .   read this ,  donât read that .  donât enjoy that ,  donât look at this ,  vote this ,  blah blah âŠÂ    how you made it without driving a crucifix across somebodyâs chest ,   is beyond me . â
âMust you ruin my fantasies with your own?â Faith said with a roll of her eyes, more or less useless in the dark. But of course he would take even her comment about murder and make it vulgar, and it annoyed her to no end. âI was enjoying my untainted image of killing you and being rid of all those bad jokes forever.â Sheâd have to pray forgiveness for enjoying it, maybe, but it was also worth it. He got on her nerves like absolutely nobody else managed to do. âHaving a family is an ambition,â she said tightly, always ready to defend her best friend back home who she missed every single day, and who would have been as shocked and appalled by these people--especially James--as Faith was. âAnd as funny as I know you and everyone else in LA thinks it is to joke about incest in the South, Iâm sorry to tell you sheâs not married to her cousin, and she has a beautiful family. Really good try, though, James.â
She scoffed at his assumption, one that a few people before him had also made. Sure, she liked being honest with people, and maybe she also got a little something out of arguments when it was just so easy to get liberals riled up, but she didnât like being mean. In fact, it thrilled her whenever she actually found someone she could stomach being nice to, rare as it was. She stayed silent throughout his whole tirade, jaw clenched and foot jiggling in agitation where it hung next to her leg, thankfully also difficult to see right now. âHave you ever considered that I like my life?â she finally snapped before heâd even gotten the last word out. âI like being prim and proper and I like knowing what kinds of media I should and shouldnât consume in order to maintain my virtue and avoid sin.â It could be a little stuffy sometimes, but that was the sacrifice good Catholics made in order to be closer to god, right? âI wouldnât expect you to understand. And if youâre so repulsed by my way of life and my beliefs then why, pray tell, canât you leave me alone? Obviously itâs not as distasteful to you as youâd like people to believe.â
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âI have a cross necklace, not the crucifix, obviously I use hotel bibles when Iâm traveling, and I have no idea what Jonestown Kool-Aid is supposed to mean.â
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thegoodprofessorhillâ
âGeneral Education professors are required to have a sense of grandiose for no reason and it helps if they also have a novel doomed to fail in the works.â She should know, sheâs met enough of them. She takes a sip of her drink and regards the other girl. âMy condolences for your brush with subpar interpretations of cliche texts.â She replies, as if anyone hadnât seen something related to Shakespeare in the last decade. âAh-youâve found me out, I do in fact teach at UCLA but itâs not for lack of trying. I just couldnât stand the air at Stanford.â
It was official--Faith liked this woman, if only because she seemed just as predisposed to calling people out on their failings. âHe checked off both of those marks,â she laughed, âand thank you, it really was a tragedy while I was in it.â She was already delighted to hear her new acquaintance was a professor where she went to school, but the mention of Stanford made her gasp. âOh my gosh, I did my undergraduate degree there! I tended to like the stuffiness of it but I canât blame you for wanting to teach somewhere else, youâd be stuck there a lot longer. So should I assume you teach English, then?â
jamiexharriesâ
âLook, lady, maybe youâre the stupid one since Iâm the one having to repeat myself: I live here.â Jamie rebukes, giving her a leering look. She schooled her face into one of calm serenity, no matter how badly she wants to scowl. She wanât going to give her the satisfaction of seeing Jamie get worked up.âI got lost looking for a fucking bookshop not a crack house.â She absentmindedly took another drag of her cigarette, her eyes never leaving the girlâs face.
âLanguage!â Faith scolded her without waiting for the woman to finish, eyes drifting back to the cigarette when she hit it again. She hated the smell, but it was somehow simultaneously familiar in a nostalgic way. Her dad had never been a cigarette smoker but his office had always smelled of the pipe tobacco he smoked with his political friends. âAnd I never said you were looking for a crack house. I assumed youâd just come from one, hence you already being drugged out. You know they donât allow burnouts to wander in off the street in bookstores.â
nicolettehazel-râ
Oh lord. This girl was a piece of work. âFor the record, I work for a tv show and thatâs why I was sewing and accidentally stabbed myself. I donât really know how thatâs a gory anecdotes?â the redhead rolled her eyes once she heard the second part. âAh, gotta love the bible thumpers. Sweetie, if thereâs a god, I doubt heâs worried about me cutting in front of you because you took forever ordering a damn coffee. He should be worried about this mess of a world and clearly thatâs not happening anytime soon.â
âBelieve me, itâs disgusting. But if youâre so bad at your job Iâm sure youâll be let go soon, anyway--I wouldnât worry about anymore stab wounds.â She smiled and there was venom in it, always delighted when she found people who seemed especially offended by her religious language. âOf course thereâs a god, and I can guarantee you heâs getting ready to send you to hell so he doesnât have to listen to your whining anymore or look at that orange atrocity on your head. Really good argument, though, do you have anymore?â

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Freddie woke at around 10 am and climbed out of bed,not his bed of course. Just a woman who had paid for his time. He got dressed and slipped away before she woke and headed to the nearest cafe.He was so hungry that his stomach was playing the national anthem with groaning sounds. He wandered along and then smelt the the delicious scent of bacon. It made his mouth water and his steps got quicker as he made his way to the cafe nearby.
Once inside, Freddie noticed one of his clients in the queue for coffee and quickly backtracked â shit.â He muttered and walked around corner and saw a spare seat. âHey can I sit here for a second.â He whispered to the person sitting opposite. âMy⊠ex is over there and it would be awkward if I bumped into them.â
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Aside from a glass of orange juice and a nearly-untouched plate of eggs and toast, Faithâs table was covered mostly with books. She was in the middle of taking down a note when suddenly a man appeared opposite her looking frazzled, and even if her temper hadnât been thin right now she thought she probably still would have snapped. âDo you have any manners at all?â she asked him after sheâd gathered herself, looking past his shoulder to see if she could spot the person he might be talking about. âUgh, Iâm sure they have zero interest in seeing you either, donât worry. Oh, and also? Youâre like, what, sixty? Most adults can see their exes without acting like weird teenagers. Think about it.â