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          from  the  moment  he’d  first  laid  eyes  upon  her  ,  he’d  told  himself  that  he  wouldn’t  be  just  another  that  fell  into  her  trap  .  but  it  all  seemed  to  be  going  out  the  window  now  ,  right  ?  that’s  why  he  had  to  keep  her  at  an  arm’s  length  .  whatever  this  was  was  good  just  like  this  .  harmless  flirting  —  just  for  fun  .  no  strings  attached  ,  no  commitment  ,  nothing  .           tongue  swipes  over  his  lesser  lip  ,  charming  ,  half - grin  tugging  on  the  corner  of  his  mouth  as  he  gave  her  a  once  over  .  “  aren’t  i  lucky  ?  ”  he  hums  out  ,  stepping  away  for  a  moment  so  he  could  make  his  way  behind  the  booth  .  that  wasn’t  allowed  for  most  of  the  guests  ,  he’s  guessing  , but  she’ll  just  have  to  make  an  exception  for  him  .  as  he  approaches  her  ,  his  hand  extends  ,  fingertips  ghosting  over  her  waist  .  angel  doesn’t  have  a  problem  kissing  people  —  hello  ,  it’s  just  a  kiss  —  but  something  about  this  makes  him  slightly  …  hesitant  .  hand  tenderly   cups  her  cheek  ,  but  as  he  leans  in  ,  he  finds  himself  pausing  ,  almost  as  if  he’s  asking  for  permission  to  kiss  her  .  

                   she was charming and pleasing,   someone that easily trapped people into her web.   that had been her super power since she was a teenager,  it was all she knew to get what she wanted.   but this time she hadn’t been luring him in to trap,   actually at first she’d wanted to keep him as far away as possible.    now it seemed she was being magnetised to him.   but as long as it stayed innocent and surface level she was happy to partake in some passing of time.                                 she watches him with focused eyes,  staying put in her place he looked over her.   nothing new,  in fact marnie had always loved the sparkling eyes all over her.   it made her feel wanted,   desired and sexy  so she lapped it up  --as always.                                              “very,”  she nods before her body followed him,   turning to face him as he wondered behind her booth.   but nothing would prepare her for how light  the touch to her waist was.   how easily she fell in to his grip and stared up at him as he paused just mere inches from her face.   when was the last time someone asked permission to kiss her ??   --well this might actually be the first time.   she just subconsciously nods,   it’s subtle and barely there,  leaning in just a little bit towards him so he knew his que.

          it’s  weird  —  this  lighthearted  flirting  with  her  —  but  he  can’t  say  that  it’s  not  nice  .  if  you  told  him  that  this  would  be  where  they  stand  after  that  first  meeting  of  theirs  ,  he’d  call  you  an  idiot  .  it  was  funny  how  quickly  things  changed  ,  wasn’t  it  ?  not  that  he’s  planning  on  actually  letting  his  guard  down  anytime  soon  .  after  all  ,  that’s  all  it  was  —  lighthearted  flirting  .  nothing  more  than  that  .           he  pulls  a  face  at  the  nickname  ,  but  soon  enough  ,  a  smile  is  adorning  his  features  to  replace  the  expression  of  distaste  .  eyes  follow  her  gestures  to  the  empty  space  ,  but  he  plays  along  nonetheless  “  i’d  wait  .  ”  he  utters  ,  gaze  falling  upon  her  once  more  .  “  i  don’t  get  to  skip  ahead  ?  not  even  for  prince  charming  ?  ”  he  repeats  the  nickname  that  had  grown  to  irritate  him  more  than  anything  else  .

              she wanted to hate him,   desperately wanted to despise him with every flaming inch of her body.   but after that night he whisked her off to find alcohol during one of the most boring nights of her life,   it seemed there happened to be something a little      m o r e      between them.  it was mindless,  sweet flirting.   it wasn’t love,  it wasn’t as if fait was pulling them together with every minor interaction  ( or so she’d claim )  it was a pass time.                           but then,   she wasn’t sure why the smile that replaced the snarl on his face caused her to mimic one of her own.  she tilts her head to the side in thought,    prince charming to her seemed funny.  kind of ironic actually,  marnie wouldn’t describe angel as a prince charming even with his disney prince-esque looks.   but then again,   she was no disney princess either.           “--i guess i can make a one time exception,”  shrugs the blonde,  lips curving in to a smirk.

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          wasn’t  this  just  golden  ?  a  love  doctor  and  prince  charming  crossing  paths  every  once  in  a  while  as  angel  rode  by  on  his  carriage  .  he  knew  he  was  stealing  glances  ,  but  the  people  at  the  kissing  booth  were  keeping  her  attention  ,  he  thought  .  and  he  doesn’t  know  why  ,  but  on  his  break  ,  a  part  of  him  wants  to  go  and  check  out  the  booth  …  specifically  for  her  ,  but  he  shuts  that  feeling  down  almost  immediately  .  what  the  fuck  was  this  ?  high  school  ?  wanting  to  go  hang  around  someone  for  no  reason  ?  disgusting  .           but  as  the  carnival  begins  to  wind  down  for  the  day  ,  and  angel  finds  himself  without  anything  to  do  ,  he  also  finds  his  feet  striding  off  in  her  direction  .  and  before  he  knows  it  ,  he’s  standing  right  there  .  “  hey  ,  pretty  girl  .  ”  he  begins  ,  leaning  up  against  one  of  the  posts  ,  arms  crossing  over  his  chest  .  “  you  closing  up  yet  ,  or  do  you  think  you  could  spare  one  more  ?  ”

                 it wasn’t like she was trying to source him out in a crowd but he just seemed to be everywhere she turned.   and of course he had to wear that brilliant smile to match his prince charming costume.   so even though he was forcing glances from the blonde sporadically she was forcing herself to ignore him a little more.    why did she feel the need to ENFORCE ignoring someone she claimed to hate ??   shouldn’t that be easy ??                          it was like he was magnetic and she despised him for it.                            and she despised herself more for the coy little grin and excitement in her stomach as he seemed to wonder over to her.            she makes herself busy,  adjusting at her costume and tidying the booth,  all before her head is turning the second his voice filled the air.     “well hello prince charming,”  she hums back in the same tone.   marnie looks to her nonexistent line,  it was clear the crowds were going and the night was wrapping up.   but she shrugs her shoulders and gestures in front of her as if there were hundreds lining up,    “i don’t know if you’re willing to wait in line that long,”  she jokes lightly. 

          eyebrows  raise  in  vague  interest  at  her  gesture  .  he  definitely  could’ve  guessed  that  there  was  no  real  attraction  there  ,  but  she  really  seemed  to  dislike  jonathan  quite  a  lot  .  “  that’s  very  unfortunate  for  you  .  ”  he  draws  out  ,  emphasis  on  his  words  to  fully  allow  his  sarcasm  to  seep  in  .             he  bites  the  inside  of  his  cheek  when  she  half - smiles  at  him  ,  attempting  to  bite  back  his  laughter  .  “  you  didn’t  like  it  ?  ”  tone  ,  for  once  ,  light  .  “  i  thought  it  was  rather  clever  .  ”  shoulders  lift  in  a  shrug  ,  not  bothering  to  comment  on  whether  or  not  he  found  her  attractive  …  (  of  course  he  did  )  .  now  ,  head  turned  away  from  her  and  up  towards  the  ceiling  ,  he  allows  himself  to  smile  .  a  charming  ,  glittering  grin  on  his  features  as  he  nods  his  head  ,  pushing  himself  off  the  wall  to  stand  up  straight  once  more  .  “  then  let’s  go  .  ”  he  suggests  ,  nodding  towards  the  room  .  “  we’ll  just  sneak  into  the  kitchen  and  get  a  bottle  .  ”

                    it wasn’t hard to see,  i mean when she let down her charade it was clear as day,   it wasn’t like jonathon was the most attractive male in that room.  and it wasn’t like he was the funniest or the nicest or the smartest or the most charming  --you get it,  she’s dating a wet sock.    but she nods her head agreeing,   “i know it is,”  marnie completely ignoring that his words were insincere  because she doesn’t care,   it was unfortunate for her.                                  “clever ??” she asks raising her brows,  her own smirk subtly tugging on the corner of her lips.   “i heard worse in 7th grade,”  she states with a single nod.   it was meant to be quick remark but it was void of the truth.    but her eyes linger as he ignores whether or not he finds her attractive,  almost as if silence gave her a more firm answer.          but when he’s pushing himself up to a solid stance she’s furrowing her brows,   since when did he wanna bring her away on some alcohol heist ??   but she wasn’t one to turn down a drink so rather slowly she pushes herself to her two feet rather than resting her weight on the wall.      “fine,”  she agrees gesturing for him to lead the way.   stealing a bottle of alcohol with a boy at a party ?? what were they ?? 17 ??                                                            not that she’s resisting,  it’s the most fun she’s had the whole night. 

          this  was  a  much  more  favorable  marnie  than  the  faux  sweetheart  act  she  had  going  on  before  ,  believe  it  or  not  ,  at  least  in  angel’s  eyes  .  but  he  knows  better  than  to  say  that  aloud  —  he’s  sure  he’ll  get  an  earful  about  how  she  doesn’t  care  to  hear  his  opinion  .  a  short  laugh  escapes  him  before  he’s  deciding  to  lean  up  against  the  wall  beside  her  ,  head  turning  to  face  her  ,  venomous  grin  etched  onto  his  features  .  he’d  found  his  source  of  entertainment  for  the  night  .  “  then  leave  .  ”  he  says  ,  mimicking  the  words  she’d  spoken  to  him  upon  their  first  encounter  at  jonathan’s  house  .           palms  go  up  in  mock  defense  ,  and  then  he’s  gesturing  with  a  wave  of  his  hand  towards  the  other  room  .  “  i  have  more  important  things  to  do  than  plan  parties  for  business  endeavors  ,  sweetheart  .  you  can  thank  your  man  for  this  one  .  looks  like  his  taste  in  festivities  is  about  as  subpar  in  his  taste  partners  .  ” 

                    more favourable to this one person or not that faux sweetheart version she had managed to convince people of got her further than her true self.   it was unfortunate but if she wanted results she had to change how she got there,   a comfortable life meant more than  ‘being herself’.                               her face is deadpan,   there is absolutely no sarcasm or joking grin on her face as she makes eye contact with the brunet boy before her.   “i’ve been trying,”  she states,   “but i can’t leave without that thing,”  she gestures behind her as if her sugar-daddy of a boyfriend was right there.   maybe it was getting clearer and clearer she was over her money-maker of the minute.                             she plays with the empty champagne flute in her hand,  dying for another drink but refusing to go back inside and have to hang off of jonathons arm again.   she eyes him off as he spoke,  cracking a half smile as her eyes look him up and down.    “well that was a pathetic insult,”  she hums cockily,   “don’t act like you’re not attracted to me,”  she states,  that smug grin never leaving her lips,  not even for a moment.           “whatever,   i don’t even care,   all i care about right now is getting another fucking drink without seeing him.”

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          some  sort  of  elaborate  event  was  in  the  works  now  ,  much  to  angel’s  dismay  .  they  were  supposed  to  be  celebrating  the  closing  of  a  new  business  deal  ,  but  angel  and  his  much  older  colleagues  didn’t  agree  on  what  a  celebration  entailed  ,  obviously  .  if  he  had  it  his  way  ,  the  so - called  party  wouldn’t  be  a  bunch  of  people  standing  around  in  a  ballroom  with  a  string  quartet  in  the  corner  .  no  ,  if  angel  got  to  take  the  reigns  with  party  planning  ,  there  would  be  a  club  and  hours  of  debauchery  at  hand  .  but  ,  alas  ,  here  he  was  , fingers  wrapped  around  the  stem  of  a  champagne  flute  ,  wishing  he  was  literally  anywhere  else  .  luckily  , there’s  an  option  for  a  back  exit  just  down  the  hallway  .  at  least  he  can  take  a  smoke  break  or  something  ,  god  .  but  as  he  treads  down  the  long  corridor  ,  he  meets  someone  looking  just  as  bored  as  he  is  ,  and  it  takes  just  about  everything  in  him  not  to  roll  his  eyes  at  her  presence  .  “  didn’t  realize  he  took  you  along  to  events  too  .  i  shouldn’t  be  surprised  you’re  such  a  sellout  .  ”

                        so maybe they had this one thing in common  ( among many other things they refused to admit )  but marnie wasn’t exactly a ballgown in a ballroom kind of girl.   she could act and look the part,  absolutely,   but she’d much rather be in a shiny little dress doing shots in a club than talking about the weather in a long silk evening gown.      but here she was,   a trophy on jonathons arm as he made the rounds.                                                                      but she’s excusing herself for the bathroom,   but more so for a break,   as heels click along the marble floors and the gentle music began to sound more like a death march than a heavenly quartet.   she leans up against a wall letting out this annoyed and bored sigh,  whipping her phone out in hopes for an exit strategy,  instead she gets nails on a chalkboard scratching at her ear.                                                              “---you think i wanna be here ??”  she hisses,   after their last encounter she’d dropped the act completely.  she couldn’t keep it up with him,  he made her want to burn herself alive.  there’s no way she can fake-nice to someone like him.    “god you can’t throw a party for your fucking life.”

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extravagance  and  empathy ,  the  duo  of  words  that  qualified  the  short - lived  friendship .  a  strong  connection  based  on  common  ground :  marnie  and  lincoln  came  from  two  broken  families  and ,  as  a  result ,  they  held  no  romantic  expectations  in  their  lives  - ,  because  all  good  things  came  to  a rough  end ,  at  least  for  them ,  so ,  instead,  they  embraced  each  other’s  nature ,  protective  instinct  coming  at  bay .  on  that  note ,  marnie  always  made  sure  lincoln  was  in  good  spirits  - ,  a  shining  beacon  of  light ,  if  you  will  - , even  if  she  had  to  go  an  extra  mile .  her  closest  friend  had  outdone  herself  ((  if  possible  )) ,  offering  her  an  eccentric  date  on  a  glamorous  yacht ,  bikini  clothed  bodies  lying  on  the  bow .  ❝  nini ,  look  at  this  !  ❞ ,  iphone  in  her  manicured  hand  whilst  she  lifted  her  head  from  marnie’s  lower  back .  her  brown  hues  were  slightly  closed ,  her  high - end  sunglasses  failing  at  the  task ,  ❝  my  mom  just  sent  me  this  picture  of  her  and  my  step - dad  !  ❞ ,  the  singer  dialogued  enthusiastically  as  she  showed  the  cringy  portrait  to  marnie .

              when it came to lincoln there was this unspoken understanding between to girls who had been through far too much for how young they were.  rough edges surrounded softer interiors though neither of them would admit it or show it.    lincoln was the kind of friend that made her feel normal,  like maybe she wasn’t so hard to grasp.                                                                their friendship was expensive and beautiful,   a glittery filter worthy of instagram envy.  but marnie had always felt they deserved it,    after everything they deserved the lavish life.   and this was why they were sunbathing on calm water,   another day well spent showering her loved ones in gifts and outings.     marnie is well rested and sun-drunk as she focuses on the calming serenity of the sound of the ocean.   only to awaken from her trance by a bright voice.   she pushes herself up,  slipping her sunglasses off for a better look before a scoff escapes her mouth.   “who is that ??”  she questioned,   of course the blonde had heard her friend but she needed confirmation because right now she was seriously doubting the chances of this.         “--because that’s my fucking father.”

          he  doesn’t  care  .  it’s  as  simple  as  that  .  her  opinion  was  worth  nothing  to  him  .  and  that  attitude  is  written  all  over  his  face  ,  cocky  little  grin  pressed  to  his  features  as  his  gaze  fell  upon  her  .  “  you  wound  me  .  ”  hand  resting  over  his  chest  ,  right  where  his  heart  lay  within  (  if  he  even  had  one  )  ,  to  feign  hurt  at  her  negligible  words  .           he’s  amused  by  this  all  ,  and  it’s  obvious  .  “  sure  .  ”  he  nods  ,  “  i  believe  you  .  ”  no  he  doesn’t  .  earned  what  ?  the  ability  to  mooch  off  of  anyone  she  came  across  .  yea  ,  right  .  as  far  as  he’s  concerned  ,  she’s  just  as  bad  as  him  ,  and  he  hasn’t  even  heard  her  life  story  .  he  doesn’t  want  to  :  once  his  mind  is  made  up  about  something  ,  it’s  nearly  impossible  to  change  it  .             eyebrows  raise  ,  lifting  the  glass   to  his  lips  once  more  to  finish  off  his  whiskey  .  “  it’s  too  bad  that  that’s  just  how  the  world  works  .  ”  he  pauses  before  letting  a  laugh   ,  “  well  …  bad  for  people  who  aren’t  me  .  ”

                        her head tilts and this forced and sarcastic smile is smacked on her lips.  she doesn’t care to get through to him,   she’s no prophet,  marnie’s not here to awaken his spirit and make him see he’s another dumpster fire of a male.   she’s just blunt,   if she doesn’t like you and see’s your flaws much of the time she’ll say them.                                         marnie raises her brows and shrugs,   does this rich nobody really think she cares if he believes her or not ??   21 years she’s had people look down at her and doubt her every move    -he’s not special.    “when ??” she asks sipping at her wine,   “when did i ask if you believe me ??”   because she didn’t and she doesn’t need his approval.                     she laughs,   a genuine and hearty laugh at his comment.  marnie turning her head to the side as she catches herself and shakes her head.  did he really just say that unironically ??   ‘bad for people who aren’t me’  --this was the peak of comedy to marnie.     “you really think you’re special,”  the laughter that passes her lips through her words makes it clear she’s amused.   truly she can’t believe people like him aren’t just modern day villains in bad movies.    “ahhh ....okay.” she sighs,  the smile not leaving her features. 

           “  oh  .  did  i  touch  a  nerve  there  ?  ”  the  faintest  hint  of  a  wicked  grin  ghosts  his  features  .  noted  .  her  words  don’t  bother  him  ,  really  .  her  opinion  doesn’t  matter  to  him  .  “  i  say  that  because  i’m  not  oblivious  .  ”  he  snaps  back  .  he’d  been  ingrained  in  this  life  for  far  too  long  to  see  things  any  other  way  .  it  didn’t  matter  how  hard  you  worked  if  you  didn’t  make  connections  along  the  way  .  you  had  to  play  the  game  one  way  or  another  .  “  i’m  just  using  what  i  have  to  my  advantage  ”  it  could  be  worse  ,  right  ?  most  trust  fund  babies  his  age  were  still  fucking  around  and  hopping  around  the  globe  while  they  did  it  .  “  aren’t  you  doing  the  same  thing  ?  ”  he  uses  his  last  name  ,  and  she  uses  her  beauty  .  whether  she  wants  to  admit  it  or  not  ,  they’re  playing  the  same  game  doing  the  same  things  .  angel’s  stakes  were  just  higher  . 

                          if there was one thing she despised it was the exact kind of person she used,   maybe this was some sort of elaborate revenge plan.   as if she felt entitled to these peoples money after growing up without much at all.   maybe she felt like a victim with the cards she’d been dealt,  either way marnie was a sensitive person and she took these things personally.     “god you’re all the same,”  she utters quietly under her breath,  marnie polishing off the wine in her glass.                   she pours herself another one and peaks over at him,   “i didn’t get handed anything,”   she says nonchalantly,   she didn’t want sympathy and more than that she didn’t want to talk about where she came from or her motives for a better life.    “i earned what i have,”  she states as if she was a self made woman and not some manipulative gold-digger.                                                                                             “you’re just another trust fund baby who wouldn’t get a quarter of the success you have without nepotism.” 

          “  i’m  his  boss  .  ”  he  repeats  ,  mimicking  her  surprised  expression  .  the  initial  disbelief  wasn’t  particularly  unusual  .  most  people  didn’t  expect  him  to  be  so  far  up  in  a  fortune  500  company  so  young  ,  but  here  he  was  ,  ordering  around  people  nearly  twice  his  age  .            at  her  next  inquiry  ,  a  small  grin  is  tugging  on  his  lips  ,  and  he’s  giving  his  head  a  short  nod  .  “  of  course  he  does  .  people  don’t  just  make  it  from  hard  work  .  ”  they  made  it  from  their  connections  .  she  had  to  know  a  thing  or  two  about  that  .  hard  work  was  half  of  it  ,  sure  ,  but  this  was  the  real  world  .  it’d  be  a  harsh  reality  if  he  wasn’t  one  of  the  lucky  ones  .  besides  ,  he  wasn’t  ashamed  about  how  he’d  gotten  his  position  .  what’s  the  worst  thing  people  could  do  ?  talk  shit  about  him  ?  he  couldn’t  hear  them  over  all  this  bank  .  “  and  jonathon  ?  the  son  of  an  old  family  friend  .  and  he’s  lucky  for  that  .  ”

                   she doesn’t react as he mimics her,  she just simply takes a sip out of her wine glass and nod her head a few times.   marnie letting it mull over in her thoughts.   how lucky did you have to be to come from such disgusting wealth and be blessed to be thrusted in to company to such high measures with no warrant or earned skill.    was she jealous he had all of this just handed to him   ??  maybe a little.                                                    “you say that because you’re a spoilt brat,”  and there goes her sharp tongue,   but what he had said completely rubbed her the wrong way.  and maybe she had become one hell of a spoilt brat,  she wouldn’t deny it,  but she had fought her way   (if by fought you mean lay with men she had no attraction to so she could claw herself out of poverty)  from her past life and in to this new lavish lifestyle.  to an extent she earned it through persistence and determination to live a life much better that what she was given.                          “luck has nothing to do with yours or his situation.”

jack: just call me the brain splitter

jack: ...until i can think of a better name

jack: WHY WOULD IT CAUSE YOU PHYSICAL PAIN TO SAY THINGS THAT ARE TRUE

jack: but you're not gonna invite me? wow okay i see how it is i guess!

jack: yeah, i guess you could say that

marnie: that sounds like an awful 80s movie i want to watch

marnie: lmaooooo

marnie: I MEANT it kills me to say that i would get rid of the first nightmare bc the first one is such a good fucking movie

marnie: you wanna come watch it??? if you bring me food i'll have the movie ready and waiting

jack: i love both films too, but that's why i think it's a question worth examining.

jack: anytime

jack: hm. i see your point about most of the nightmare sequels being trash, but the original is /so good/ that i feel like it almost makes up for that

jack: i respect your opinion but...i think i'd keep nightmare on elm street.

jack: it has sentimental value for me as well for the record. i used to have the /coolest/ freddy krueger replica toy glove when i was like.......22

marnie: you made my entire brain split in half

marnie: the original is historic truly the first nightmare is truly a classic and i hope you know it kills every inch of my body to say that

marnie: and now i'm gonna go watch nightmare on elm street thank you