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margot would rather be anywhere and with anyone rather than heading towards this restaurant to meet gabe. she doesn’t want to do it, she doesn’t want to fake date for the sake of appearances, but she has to or else she’d be in breach of contract. huh, a contract. never thought she’d use that term in relation to what’s supposed to be a relationships. it’s gross and it makes her stomach churn, but what could she possibly do about it ? at first, margot had fun with it. she liked messing with gabe and keeping up with such an elaborate scheme was silly all on its own, but now ? not so much. if she had it her way, she’d still be in her apartment, binge watching and in her comfy pants, not sitting in the backseat of a vehicle that’s pulling to a halt outside of the restaurant. margot steps out quickly, wanting to get out of the nippy air and ultimately get this ‘date’ over with. she doesn’t want to be here any longer than she has to be. the brunette quickly fixes her face though, plastering on a soft smile to her features while she takes off her coat and is led to the table where gabe’s waiting. she inhales slowly through her nose, and keeping up with the regulations of this stupid thing, she announces her presence by pressing a half kiss against his cheek. ‘ sorry i’m late, ’ she says while moving to take her seat. ‘ i hope i didn’t keep you waiting long. ’ 

          ‘ i’ve already mentioned my DISDAIN for puke-ley enough, but um, camila ? yeah, i don’t like her too much. have you ever heard someone’s voice and instantly was reminded of NAILS on a chalkboard ? that’s how i feel. it actually hurts my feelings. it’s a shame we’re no longer friends, but i’m not losing sleep over it either. ’

       ‘ oh, uh ... nothing ? we’re just FRIENDS and he’s one of the guys i actually like in this godforsaken town. see ? girls can be friends with guys and not hop on their dicks. ’ 

        ‘ i’m actually really FLEXIBLE, but you fucks are so boring you’ll never see it for yourself. ’

          ‘ oh you, KNOW. the same old, same old. girls fighting over boys and boys remaining boring assholes trying to see who has the bigger dick amongst them. it’s … how do you say … uninteresting ? bland ? but ALAS, it’s always the same old shit on a different day, not to be a walking cliche. ’

        ‘ i DON’T think about her. i don’t care for her – whenever i hear her name i want to throw up so excuse me for taking a MINUTE to respond. she’s exhausting and annoying, and her inability to try and be a bitch to me is laughable. i don’t have anything nice to say TO her, or about her and that’s that. ’

MARGOT: huh who woulda thunk but what kinda food?

MARGOT: wait shut up no you can't

          margot’s fingers mess with the hem of the dress as she stands in front of the full length mirror on the wall. ‘ it really is, you know ? i have an ENTIRE section dedicated to them and yet, no one to wear them for. ’ margot sighs dramatically as she speaks, a soft smile on her lips as she does so. she glances over at the coats hanging in her closet, peering over them for a moment as she picks the right one. ‘ i don’t know what i’d do without you. i figured this is enough for dinner with the ‘rents, right ? might get a little action from a cute waiter or the driver of the night. ’

MARGOT : i’m so tired why hasn’t this event ended yet :/ MARGOT : my bags are so dark would it be unprofessional to put on an eye mask MARGOT : or to like ... put on sunglasses and sleep help MARGOT : ...  MARGOT : oh shit my bad i meant to send this to someone else @ayaylee

             in most instances, margot loved when rain enveloped the city. she had an excuse to stay in her pajamas, long locks PILED into a haphazard bun as she curled up on the couch and binge watched until her eyes went dry. she can’t run away from the overwhelming feeling that’s been having over her like a cloud all day ( no PUN intended ). ever since news spilled that margot was in a ‘ relationship ’ with gabe, it seemed as if every person from her past was SUDDENLY springing back up with their opinions on the matter. and no matter how much she tried to let people know that it wasn’t real ( while keeping up the facade for the media ), margot couldn’t deny the feeling that she felt buried in her own mess. so maybe staying holed up in her apartment for the weekend wasn’t so much of a bad idea. the frantic knocking on her door made margot stop her snapchat story watching and swing open the door, and she’s completely STUNNED to see malachi standing on her front step. ‘ i -- what are you -- ? ’ the universe was really coming for her neck this year. she knows better than to try and steer the conversation in a different direction. ‘ no, it’s not true. it’s all ... fake. ’

‘ five MORE minutes, please ? ’ she puts on her best pout, lower lip quivering quite dramatically. margot wasn’t expecting to live in someone else’s schedule for a long time, so babysitting thea sufficed until that time in her life truly came along. ‘ yeah, maybe so. we were just about to get to the GOOD part. ’ to her, all the parts of the animated feature was the good part, but she decided to keep up with her dramatics for a little while longer. ‘ i figured she’d look SO cute ! i had to resist buying these super cute gucci loafers that match mine. besides, the little suit would keep her warm. ’  

       ‘ you can’t take her home yet, ’ margot pouts while squishing her cheek against thea’s. babysitting was always fun, and even though they didn’t live far from one another, it was a little BITTERSWEET when her duties came to an end. ‘ we were going to watch mulan for the hundredth time ! also, i should probably let you know that i bought her a TINY bear suit -- it’ll be coming to your place in three to seven business days. ’ @dicgxs