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“ I don’t need anyone’s help. Ever. But if I’ve gotta have someone, ” Their tightly wound fingers were pushed together more with a squeeze on Rory’s end, who began to absentmindedly began to swing her arms gently, carrying Carmen’s with hers. “ It’s gonna be you. Everyone else ... something’s wrong. Dumbass, liar, pussy, jackass — don’t think you can get rid of me any time soon. Even if you did, I’d weasel my way in for updates somehow. ”

Rory had never been one for parties & recreation, her journey from home to home as a child never really leaving a moment for any social life, and her time now being sucked up by internships and college papers. However, as someone who prided themselves on sticking her nose into EVERYTHING, she figured an inside look into Sheffield’s own spots for adventure wasn’t too far of a stretch. “ People like the bar. Drive-in, too. Some of the restaurants, it’s whatever. I’m more people watcher than partier. ”

Rory stayed close to the girl before her, sighing deeply, but not removing herself from the comfort of the other’s proximity --- their friendship was one so comfortable that she could stay there, shoulders warmed by the other’s palms until she couldn’t stand, and it wouldn’t feel ODD in the slightest. ❛ DUH. You and I ... we’re closer than anyone else, and you sleep like a fucking ROCK. Best opportunity for late night strikes of inspiration. ❜ She reached down, intertwining the blonde’s fingers in her own. ❛ You’ve gotta be by my side for my eventual millions and fame, Carmen Sutton. Might as well keep our bond now. Not that I need the help. ❜

❛ Like ... you, me, Robin and ... Lila? ‘Cause she’s NICE and all, and I’m fine with hanging out with her sometimes, but ... she doesn’t really fit my brand, you know? I’m the writer of the group, Carmen. I’m a REPORTER! I tell the truth! And that truth is that I am destined to be a famous journalist, and I don’t want anyone to succeed if I’m not going to --- ESPECIALLY not before me! ❜

❛ YES! Literal penis! Emphasis, not clarification. And now, here I am, with that image 𝘣𝘶𝘳𝘯𝘦𝘥 into my mind and a police report to file instead of an actual story to work on. Almost makes me wish another tragedy’d 𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐊𝐄 so I could at least investigate something.  ❜

&. ——— ❛ Someone keeps tearing down my FLYERS for a free interview. I get that it’s helping me & all and not them ---- but if you put FREE in big letters, you’re bound to get someone, right? And, like, all I’ve gotten is a little girl in need of a babysitter and a horny old man. He showed me his dick, Deanna. His literal penis. ❜

&. ——— ❛ I’m a pussy? I’m like ... the most BADASS person I know! You should see Jaerd when he goes to those murder mansions and shit with me, he’s pissing himself and I’m jumping on wood floors to see if they’re rotted ---- POLTERGEIST is good. Not as good as others ... but solid. ❜

❛ I’ll take cleavage over cynicism any day, and anyone who said they wouldn’t is a LIAR. You are a little troll, Q, and it has nothing to do with your height. It’s your personality! Anyone who looks at a well made movie and chalks it up to being SHIT because of the genre is a fuckin’ gremlin. Link is better than Pac-Man, but I can give him some credit for chasing after those little bites of food. Though he’s kind of a pussy for not giving the ghosts a fight back, you know? ❜

❛ Or maybe YOU’RE stupid! In fact, Quentin my friend, you are definitely stupider than me, because you write off an entire genre! ---- And now, watch, I’m going to say something, and you’re going to judge me for it, because you’re  u n c u l t u r e d. You’re like the little troll that lives under the media bridge, not letting me cross until I agree. I’ve written countless reviews, Q, and I can definitively say that there are plenty of amazing romcoms --- but uh, Legend of Zelda. Ocarina of Time or A Link to the Past. Both. ❜

❛ Be better than anyone else. Duh. ❜

❝ Your opinion is STUPID. It’s my job & duty to maintain objectivity when I’m on the job ---- but in my personal life? I can call you out on bullshit. But ...there is possibility for redemption: favorite rom-com ... GO! ❞

❝ Well, why not? If anything, they’d be better at sex. Lived longer with more experience, sans wrinkles. Nice and smooth! Mainly because ... you know, they don’t age anymore. Demons on the other hand ... they’re like KINKY ANGELS. ❞

❝ LOOK, dude: objectively speaking, it isn’t the BEST movie ever. Entertaining, yes. Heading towards classic status, yes. Well acted and directed and everything else -- -- yes! Good amount of gore that sets it apart from the way-too-censored media of the current age? YES! But it just doesn’t have the ... oomph! You know, the spunk. The yahtzee. You know what does? Texas Chainsaw Massacre. ❞

❝ And, can I quote you on that? You know, I really think the general public will EAT UP the idea of pedos running rampant in their quaint little town. Can’t run down to Benny’s for a mug of joe, Mr. Molester is going to grab ya! ----- Lemme take out my tape recorder, you know. For authenticity. Your charm might not show up in any paraphrasing. ❞ A bright smile flashes across olive toned features, and she cocks her head to the side in feigned wonderment that is obviously garnered to ANNOY him.

❝ ----------------------- You haven’t? ❞