#azaleapaths

         her glass dropped to the floor. there was an awkward laugh and the entire room filled up with a thick tension --- what the fuck was she thinking. there was an intense feeling of hot blood flowing through her veins, bubbling inside of her and though she managed to give her speech and pull back a laugh, she was fuming as she walked off stage. now, maggie wasn’t an angry woman --- she was more or less a peacekeeper. peace went out the fucking door when slater mentioned her ‘ghost writer’. muttering something to her assistant, maggie glared at slater and then pointed to her and then to door outside. slipping out, she stormed around the building in case someone would see then and then spun around the the other woman. “do you think you’re funny? do you think that you’re going to make up for your lack of personality by being a complete bitch?”

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“You’re never in the library. Why are you here, flaunting other girls at me? Is this because I threatened to go home with the lacrosse guy the other night, because we both know I went home with you. Your - you - stop blatantly picking up other girls in front of me!” 

her second time seeing a dead body would be just a couple hours earlier, and this time had been definitely in person. prior to discovering the body of wendy bowen in the back of the store she worked in, gwen had had seriously important plans (curling her hair to absolute perfection required effort) and she had already been tired just dealing with her incredibly annoying co-worker, yvie. so yeah, the last thing she had been expecting was to find the body of a girl practically waiting for the both of them just outside of the store. gwen was a mess once the police had arrived, unable to stop the hysterics from that point on. managing to barely pull herself together in order to answer the many questions they had for both her and yvie, she’s on the verge of tears again after they were both done and free to go home. “i can’t believe she’s dead,” gwen spoke suddenly, turning to look at the one person who had been there with her. it’s ironic seeing as she couldn’t stand yvie in the slightest but who else could she talk with? “i knew her. well, i didn’t really know her but... i mean, it feels like just yesterday whenever she’d always ask me if i needed a pencil back in middle school. and now she’s... gone.” the blonde’s head hurts from all the crying she’s done but she has a feeling she’ll be doing a lot more.

       lifting the weight of her arm she gave her neighbor’s door a light knock     she didn’t want it to be too soft yet she didn’t want to sound as if she was about to break his door down. the prolonged time it took for the door to open left a queasy feeling in the pit of her stomach due to the lingering notion that he might not even be at home. she was granted solace when his countenance appeared before her and her lips blossomed with joy. “hey, sorry if i’m disturbing you,” she apologized, hand lifting once more to scratch at her hairline momentarily, “i was just wondering if you knew anything about leaky sinks? or if you knew someone who knew about them. . .?” julie could have just searched up plumber on google but then again there probably was no plumber out there as good looking as him. . .

“it’s not real! you need help.”

‘  your powers of observation continue to serve you well.  ’  the energy ricky currently possesses is unmatched,  the male standing on top of his couch,  aggressively clutching a rolled magazine. ‘ this goddamn fly has overstayed it’s welcome.  i don’t care that it’s freezing outside.  i’m losing it in here!  ’