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         ⎩ ! ⎭ ` ——— SAN KNEW THAT vienna was a bit of a loss cause when it came to this kind of stuff . it was funny how all of them in their friend group had such different points of views on these things . san had always been the more romantic and in his feelings one , that was for sure , while vienna was clearly the type to not care about when things would ever come . in fact , vienna seemed to prefer her life the way it was and san had to admire her for that . he laughs at her words about his hips , because he really has to agree . ❝ listen … no man is worth these hips , i will tell you that right now , ❞ he jokes on . ❝ and please , no man is worth YOUR hips either . i know that you you have it going on . why else would jk of all people be all over you 99% of the time ? ❞ san keeps his smile throughout the talk — even when it begins to get to family . he never really explained to his friends where he came from in regards to family , just that he moved around a lot and was pretty diverse . but they all came from somewhere they probably shouldn’t have , which makes things a little easier when it comes to talking about those things . ❝ it’s just a shame that half the people in this business are either in someone else’s ass or just flat out boring . ❞

When she heards her friend’s voice, immediately turn to the direction of the sound “Hey…i wasn’t doing anything, taking a breathe.” She said looking at her embarrassed “I’m tired as fuck, I got lost because I’m still sucking with directions and left my phone at home also; so…” she shrugs “but… what are you doing here?”

That was almost enough to make him physically wince. It wasn’t that he didn’t have the money, but the idea of actually spending that much on himself in one sitting seemed outlandish. His car was worth less than that. Too late to back out now though. Instead he tried his best to mask his apprehension with a flat smile glancing over at her when she made her latest withering comment. By now Dean knew not to take Vienna’s words too personally, but he’d be lying if he said they didn’t sting ever so slightly. “Pathetic seems kind of harsh…” Dean mumbled sheepishly, glancing over at the other and racking his brain for an answer to the question. “It’s… casual I guess?” He offered, trying to muster up some enthusiasm. “Kind of hard to find clothes that fit, so…”

“the stench of a fucking gutter rat? in what world does mango smell like gutter rats?” aaliyah scoffed before laughing to herself. she had heard it all from people who wanted to tear her down, people who wanted her band to just be the leader singer, so one comment about her stench wasn’t going to completely ruin her day. “you do know that we have like…the exact same job, right?”

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                                       last name EVER—first name GREATEST                                like a sprained ankle, boy, I ain't nothing to play with.                                      started off local, but thanks to all the haters                                       i know G-IV pilots on a first name basis.

                      VI GOES BAZAAR WITH CHANEL !!

another day, another partnership !! it seems as though VI is on a roll lately with these endorsements. the luxury brand chanel took to their instagram with the help of harper’s bazaar to let the world know that the babe singer was their new muse. clearly, we can tell. chanel’s new it girl was dripping in it from head to toe throughout the whole trailer. this is a big accomplishment for the singer-songwriter due to her heavy influence on whatever she wears and the brand’s selectiveness when it comes to their dealings. with adidas and chanel under her belt, vi could easily put the music aside and still cash in. we just can’t help but wonder how long this will last. especially when our sources have been informing us of the mischief she has been causing lately. it’s only a matter of time before these brands catch wind of her elitist and nasty attitude. until then, we’re hoping that vi is the next cover girl for the magazine because we know she’s probably going to give us a juicy interview. until then, we’ll just have to salvage what we have for now.

“or i just know when how to pick my battles. i’m not gonna waste my energy energy on some rude girl who literally oozes entitlement,” aaliyah shrugged. normally, she would avoid conflict and confrontation, because she wasn’t a very assertive person but she when she had her days, she skipped passive and went straight to aggressive. “now, if you’ll excuse me, i have a wonder years record to find.”

lucas: the most ironic thing just happened

lucas: i just dropped my phone on the sea and i had to go rush and buy a new one

lucas: point is..

lucas: new phone, who this?

vienna: nah, i should be asking you who the fuck this is.

vienna: especially since i've changed my number twice last month.

And there she was…

Walking on the backstreet; June finally knew that her ‘great’ idea to go out without her cellphone to the Restaurant wasn’t that good. Her back touch the wall while sliding down to sit, a sigh leaves from her lips when her brain was trying to find out how to come back home without being lost. “Oh, no… Fucking directions!” Was she said when she realized the fact that she didn’t know what street she took at the first place, so with feeling her heartbeat in the ears, she decides to ask for directions.

was she actually annoyed by his retort? parker couldn’t tell thus he merely shrugged as she rolled her eyes. “important or not, why exactly are we talking about them again?” he’s clearly not the ideal person to have this conversation with, yet here they fucking are. 

❝ you’re the one who stopped me from going to my seat because you wanted an apology. i’m the one who’s just doing what was asked of me by appearing at this event and trying to stay a professional. even if we’re not friends, i would have hoped that we could at least be civil to each other. is that too much to ask ? ❞ he asks. ❝ goodbye, vienna. ❞ 

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The sight of his brand-new ( well, three-week old ) bmw motorcycle with a chiseled line across one of the metal plates instantly shot harvey’s mood from its already valleyed state to a depth of disappointment he seldom felt. “fucker,” he whispered under his breath, his fingers gliding over the damaged section of his vehicle. “who the fuck even thinks keying cars and shit is funny these days?” he chuckled, trying to laugh off the pain he was clearly suffering.

“you’re the one who said spider - man was better,” parker reminded her, “and what’s so bad about being a shitty metallica cover band anyway? listening to some james hetfield wannabe playing master of puppets on an acoustic guitar might not be my idea of a perfect fucking night, but it could be worse.”