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Charlotte: OITNB all the way. i'll be right over
Nancy: OITNB or a scary film.
#snapchat#nancystfu#nice to meet you keri!#i love nancy btw#she's so cute#also i know! krysten ritter is too pretty for words#and she has the best facial expressions
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"You didn't even know much I jumped around when peter pan collars came back. Retro fashion is the best! Okay, you have to give me a little bit of the scoop. Is anything relatively Maureen Starkey coming back? Because I have a dozen skirts and shirt combos inspired by her to try." A devious look grew on her face, as if they were discussing controversial gossip.
"I haven't in twenty-two years. Even before I was concieved I was saying 'bleh' to those Nicholas Sparks books." She joked.
"Well..." Charlotte smiled. "I've never been to New York before. Are you a native? If you are, you should show me around. Have some girl-girl bonding time."
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"Regardless of how different they both were, they were both fashion icons. And oh, do I wish all of those styles were back…" she admitted, taking the other bouquet of flowers to cut the stems up. "I mean, not that we don’t have a lot of it all coming back. I think that’s what I find the most fascinating… there is nothing quite as unique as fashion from the 40’s, 50’s or 60’s. The 80’s aren’t to far along either, but I’m just thrilled to have coat dresses back!"
"Love?" her eyes widened just a bit when she mentioned the notion. "I can guarantee you, it has not been a good almost two years since I’ve been remotely close to the word ‘love’…" she rolled her eyes, recalling such a horrible experience in the past, before she subtly shook her head, scrunching her expression. "Or received flowers from anyone."
Once she was done putting the second set of flowers into another vase, she brought herself onto the kitchen counter, sitting opposite to Charlotte. “Around here? As in the house?” Hallie looked around sneakily, making sure no one else was around before she politely shook her head ‘no’. “But, out there…” she entertained the idea, “You’re in New York City, Miss Charlotte. You can do anything and have anything at your whim. Is there anything you have in mind at the moment?”
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Charlotte: what are we watching babe?
Nancy: come watch netflix with me.
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"Oh, I know, right? I've modeled my life after Bardot. But I like to look like Hepburn. I love how Bardot used her sex appeal to get anything she wanted, yet was still super classy and respected." She mused, lost in admiration for her inspiration. The only reason why she decided to emulate Audrey was because she felt that she had similar looks, not to mention loved her fashion sense. If she had the face and the body for it, she would have totally channeled Brigitte Bardot in her appearance.
"Oh, sorry. When I see flowers I think 'love.'" She said, making a fake gag at the word 'love.' It was true that Charlotte was a cynic, but she did think it was sweet that someone got her flowers when she initially thought that to be Hallie's case. She just wouldn't admit that to anyone.
"So anything fun to do around here?" Charlotte asked, turning her slender frame to the counter. She brought herself up to sit on it, kicking her legs a little childishly.
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"Oh, goodness! Thank you, you’re far too kind. I really hope I’m doing a good job. It just gets so competitive out there, and then everyone tries to ruin the flare and fun of it all… I get nervous sometimes with it. But, hearing you say that, makes me feel a whole lot better!" she chuckled, bringing one bouquet of flowers into a vase, delicately fixing them into place before she turned to Charlotte. "Audrey! I modeled my entire being after Audrey. But, Brigitte Bardot and Jean Shrimpton were both so glamorous…"
"Honestly, no. I just felt like buying flowers for the house. There weren’t any when I got here… Thought they’d spruce up the place. And they’re just that perfect shade of pale pink where they’re almost white, so I thought, why not?"
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"I follow your blog, then. You give pretty wonderful advice." Charlotte complimented cooly. It was unusual for the girl to issue compliments. But when she did, it was very genuine. While Hallie paused, Lotte couldn't help but notice her flowers and the grin that went with them. She was about to ask for the story before the other asked a question of her own. "Oh, I like the 1960s style. Those mod girls knew how to dress, for sure. But my inspirations would have to be Audrey, Brigitte, and The Shrimp."
Charlotte paused, walking from one side of the kitchen island to the other where Hallie was. "Ooh, secret admirer?" She teased, admiring the flowers.
all in the same | charlotte & hallie
"I’m Hallie!" she responded, eager to get the flowers in water so they wouldn’t die. Walking over to the other side of the island, Hallie fetched two vases from the cabinets, setting them down onto the granite. Taking the first bouquet of roses as she extracted a pair of scissors from one of the drawers. She began to cut them down shorter than their long length, before she brought attention to her encounter. "It is a divine pleasure to make your acquaintance, Charlotte. I run the blog, knoxforvogue. I’m the Vogue intern…" For a moment, Hallie eyed her adornments, pausing as a smirk peered amongst her lips. "I know a fashion statement when I see one. Who’s your marked inspiration? Or, rather, what has?"
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"You're going to share that with me." Charlotte states rather than asks, and walks out the door. "What's your blog anyway?"
"Incredibly." He remarks. Aaron adorns himself with his signature leather jacket and opens the front door. "Let’s bounce," He says, lighting the cigarette Charlie had given him.
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"If you're too stupid to understand that that means to stop giving me those dumbass facial expressions, then I'm leaving because I don't converse with dense little girls."
"I’m the one with bad insults when you just me to wipe my face off my head?"
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"Hilarious. You're so fucking clever, how could I not expect such a great response from asshole of the year?" She snides. Brow furrowed, she collects her autumn overcoat. "Satisfied?"
Well get your coat, it’s a little rainy out. Wouldn’t want the Wicked Witch of the West melt.
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"Okay, that didn't even make sense. My head wouldn't be cracked by a pan. How about you learn to insult someone before opening your mouth. And wipe that face off your head, bitch."
"Can I crack your fucking head over a pan?"
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"And my name's Charlotte, not 'baby'. I'll play nice if you leave that endearing terminology at home."
The name’s Aaron, not ‘greased lightning’, baby. Learn it. I’d be flipped to go with you if you leave that little mouth of your’s at home.
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"Yes, really. Crack an egg on a hot pan and there's a fucking egg cooked right before your eyes. Magic."
"Really?"
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"Well excuse me, grease lightning, for speaking the truth. But, I might be able to tolerate a trip with you. If cigarettes are involved."
Maybe because I’m going to the gasoline station to get some and wondered if you to come with? Dolly, you don’t have to be frosted.
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arielle: ugh i hate all of these people
arielle: wait wrong number
charlotte: same tbh
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"I had that fear when I was watching My Strange Addiction and I thought I would go drink nail polish or something."
"Maybe I should leave the apartment today: I’m scared that, if I carry on binge-watching Here Comes Honey Boo Boo, I’ll turn into them.”
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"Learn to fucking cook then. It's not hard to fry an egg."
"I mean if you think about," Reagan started saying to no on specific as she made her way down the stairs in her pajamas, a raggedy purple top and sweatpants "I could try and make breakfast but I really don’t feel like dealing with the fire department just yet today."
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"Well that was the answer to a question I never asked. Why the fuck do I care?"
Well aren’t you a pleasant little Bettie. I do need cigarettes too, though.
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"Grades don't mean shit. It's just about how well you obey. So now you're a dumbass and a pussy."
Fuck you, I got straight A’s in my A-Levels - Physics, Maths and Economics. Just call me Einstein.
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