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he let out a sigh of excitement when she agreed to smoke with him and patiently waited for her to come back. as they got comfortable on the roof deck, boone opened the box and pulled out his bowl. “i can roll a joint or two if you want, but i need to hit this first.” he said as he cleaned out his bowl and prepared to pack it. he held up a finger at her question, lit his bowl, inhaled for a while, and finally exhaled, a large puff of smoke coming out his mouth as he did so. “my dad’s being an ass. he basically laid into me about how ‘i’m not accomplishing anything by being here’ and that i’m just making my family look bad.” he took another hit and passed the bowl to whitney. “he just really knows how to get on my nerves, y’know? he seemed cool with me coming here at first, but now he’s unsure this was the right thing for me to do.”

“i’m sorry - that sucks. my dad’s the same way, so being on this show is my big ‘fuck you’ to him,” she said as she took the bowl and the lighter, lighting it and taking a hit before exhaling. “yeah, i get it. i bet it’s weird watching your kid on tv but at the same time we make our own choices. you’re here and having a great time and fucking damian and joey regularly,” whitney teased, passing the bowl back with a smile. “don’t let him ruin that for you. i haven’t even used that ridiculous duck phone. i don’t wanna know the shit my dad would say to me if we spoke.”

“yeah, you could’ve. i mean, phones do exist. you can literally send someone a text within seconds. it’s not a life or death situation, so i just don’t understand the issue is all,” charlie shrugged, pouring himself a drink of orange. he paused for a moment, turning back to the fridge to grab a bottle of prosecco to go with it. “oh there’s a future between us, is there?” he questioned. he hummed then. “and did i say it back? no? well then…there’s your answer. oh and also, carbs and i aren’t quite friends so…,”

charlie didn’t look back towards her. he kept his face lit up by the fridge light, chewing on his lip in deep thought. he pulled out some juice then, setting it on the counter. “why are you bothering? you had so long to reach out to me before and you didn’t? why are you making the effort now?” he questioned, raising an eyebrow. “struggling to make friends here, are we?” he tilted his head slightly to the side. “woo me, huh? alright,” he snorted, pouring himself a drink.

charlie didn’t want to do much talking about karma. he wasn’t sure if he regretted the kiss. he liked it, but thinking about it was a little weird. “i don’t really remember much of that night to be honest….,” he lied, digits latching onto the fridge door to swing it open. 

charlie stepped back. “i wasn’t avoiding you. i didn’t even see you,” he lied, rubbing the pain away in his head. his cheeks flushed pink with embarrassment. did she see that? he sighed. “did you need something?” he asked, a tad bit ruder than intended. he didn’t even go out the patio doors, but rather walked passed her again back to the kitchen to find something to eat.

charlie’s head lifted as soon as whitney spoke. did he answer? or did he stay where he was? why was his first instinct always to hide? he decided to slip back out of the room and down the hall, but as soon as he turned the corner, he walked straight into the glass door leading outside. the bang was loud. charlie held his head in pain, but still didn’t make a sound. not that him being quiet would make much of a difference in anyway. 

             S1E1: YOU'RE GOING TO JERSEY SHORE, BITCH!

                     CONFESSIONAL: WHITNEY HARLOW

whitney sat down in the seat and made herself comfortable, taking a sip from the cup of water she’d brought. the confessionals honestly made her a little nervous, talking about her experiences with a camera crew for the audience to judge. when one of the cameramen gave her a thumbs up, she nodded, ready to take on the questions. 

“I mean, if you don’t really like it, then there’s nothing much you can do. I’ll just call you Whitney since that’s what you like more.” He said with a small smile. “But still, I’m sure your parents thought it was a good idea, just as my parents thought it was a good idea to name me Joseph.” He said with a chuckle, shrugging. “My Hogwarts house? I think I’m a Hufflepuff, pretty sure… At least that’s what everyone says. What about you?” He asked.

“very true.” whitney put her finger on her chin, thinking for a second. “yeah i could see hufflepuff for you. they’re usually kind and loyal and such. i’m pretty sure i’m a ravenclaw. but hey, if you put a ravenclaw and a hufflepuff together, i’m sure we’d find those secret passages in no time.” whitney said, smiling.

“thank you! it just sounds so... serious? i don’t think mary anne fits me. joseph is very formal, you’re definitely more of a joey.” whitney laughed, nodding. “no you’re right! my dad was hell bent on mary anne being my name but my mom wanted to name me after her childhood best friend, so their compromise was mary anne whitney, which just doesn’t work well, does it? so i just stick to whitney,” she sipped her water, her eyebrows raising. “neither do i - i totally bet we could. what’s your hogwarts house? we could collaborate to make this a more effective search.”

“well thank you regardless for being considerate,” whitney said before shaking her head. “danny as in our boss danny? wow, titty, okay, that’s not a valid rejection. danny’s older and probably, i don’t know, can’t tell left from right if he’s rejecting you.” whitney laughed. “plus i’m sure you have plenty of other people closer to your age willing to sleep with you. but listen, i get it, you want what you want, and if danny’s the apple of you eye then i guess i support that,” whitney ordered a whiskey straight and looked over at titty, nearly choking on her spit at the question. “i’m not a virgin, no,” whitney said, laughing away the flush on her cheeks by taking a small sip of her whiskey. “i lost it to a guy back in my hometown. i just, want to be a gold medal reckless girl who goes after what she wants. i’ve had some one night stands, but unless i have some liquid courage to help, it can feel weird, i guess? i think i’m just late to the game.”

“well, if you’re ever looking for someone to attempt cooking with, let me know. i’m no expert, but we can try to follow some sort of recipe for next sunday’s dinner.” whitney said with an easy smile, finishing the dishes and wiping her hand on the rag that was over her shoulder, leaning back on the counter. “a ton. soccer, volleyball, swimming, snowboarding, mainly. competed junior professionally in all of those. also did some ballet and some karate, but i just loved the more competitive area that sports were in. there are some others i’m forgetting, but those were the top ones.” talking about her past almost sports career always made whitney feel like she peaked pretty early in life, but she was trying to get over that mental hurdle and take it for what it was. “i’m glad you like them. the recipe isn’t that hard, i swear. and i’m down to make those for you anytime, little dove,” whitney said playfully. 

whitney shook her head. “absolutely not. they were definitely not my style. too much glitz and glam. i prefer my own level of that, not to the degree they held it too. and it was all fake anyway,” whitney’s lips turned up into a small smile. she didn’t want to get into the failed friendships she had from those pageants due to her tight schedule - how the girls were ones she desperately wanted to befriend but didn’t - couldn’t. “parts of it were fun, yeah.” she laughed out loud at his answer. “it’ll be our little secret. how about this - i’ll teach you how to cook or bake one thing you’ve always wanted to, so you can use it to impress any haters that tell you you aren’t good at something. deal?”