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amazingphanisnotonfire-imagines · 4 years

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Betty//things change and friends leave. life doesn't stop for anybody.

Request: Can I request a Betty/Reader where you fly in with Nick St Clair as one of Veronica's old friends and you ask her to show you around Riverdale

hey! i hate nick...a lot. i wonder if that translates in this? anyway, i hope you like it! also, it seems every gay thing i write always has some sort of quote in all lower case letters as the title. hmm... this one is from the perks of being a wallflower. maybe i rushed in with the romance and lovey stuff, maybe i don’t care.

“You really are an awful person.” You spit as you get out of the cab. Nick smiles sweetly at you while he gets out the other side, practically sprinting so he can get to the boot and pull your bags out before you have a chance. He places them on the ground but doesn’t take his hands off the handle until a few seconds after you’ve grabbed it, and your fingers touching his makes you feel even sicker than the plane here.

“Thats not very nice Y/n.” He replies, before sending a very fake, but very big smile to the cab driver and giving him a large tip. “Especially not to someone like me. Or do you want me to tell my parents?”

“Your parents know you’re an ass, they just don’t want to be murdered in their sleep.” You reply and spin on your heel, pulling your suitcase behind you.

“Hey!” He calls after you and you groan, you’ve already been stuck on a plane and in a taxi with him and the short walk from the side of the road to the hotel you’re both staying in seems like a lifetime away. “You’re supposed to be my friend.”

“I am not your friend. I tolerate you because of Veronica, and after she left to move here, I’ve barely seen you. And when I have, it hasn’t been enjoyable.”

“Clearly, that plane ride made you grouchy.” He teases and pinches your cheek. You stop abruptly and turn to face him, you’re just about to slap him when Veronica’s cheery voice stops you.

“Next time. I won’t stop.” You whisper in his ear before looking at your friend, a bright smile appearing on your face as you take in her appearance. She looks different since the last time you saw her, but thats what a small town does to someone like Veronica, however she doesn’t look sad, she looks happy instead, and even though she left you in New York to deal with Nick St douchebag, you’re happy she’s happy.

“Y/n!” She squeals and wraps you in a tight hug. “Nick!” She says once she’s pulled away and you can tell she isn’t as excited to see him, that fact alone makes you feel a little better about all the time you’re inevitably going to have to spend with him. “How’s New York?” She wraps an arm around your shoulder, guiding you up the steps of the hotel and Nick walks on the other side of her.

“Not the same without you.” You say genuinely and she looks at you sadly.

“I’ve missed you.”

“I’v-”

“We’ve missed you too.” Nick interrupts and as soon as he starts talking its like your automatic response is to roll your eyes.

“Aww.” She hits his arm lightly as you walk through the front door and in to the lobby. Its not as fancy as the hotels you’ve stayed at before, but for a small town you’re quite impressed, however you can’t imagine that they get many people staying.

Veronica’s told you so much about Riverdale, about how quaint it is, and how it looks like it would be the backdrop of some coming of age film that the two of you would watch back home. You would fawn over the protagonist, who would be trying to figure out what she was destined to do with her life, while trying to juggle everything else that was thrown at her. And Veronica would drool over her love interest, who would look far to old to be playing a 17 year old, with a chiseled jaw line and abs that definitely did not fit the aesthetic. You missed those times, but like in those coming of age movies, life doesn’t always go the way you want it to, and usually the universe will throw a curveball your way, and you can’t always dodge it.

So, when she invited you to come visit, you were excited to see her new home, meet her new friends, and a small part of you had hoped that your own film, romantic or adventurous or anything in between would start here. But, thats not how the real world works. And instead of meeting the love of your life, you end up stuck with the devil himself on a plane, while he talks about how much he’s missed Veronica and if she’s got a boyfriend yet.

“Oh, before you guys check in, I want to introduce you to some people.” She smiles. “Archie! Betty! Come here!” She waves behind you, and you and Nick both turn around at the same time. You’re met with a red-headed boy and a girl with very light green eyes, pink lips and blonde hair. The pale pink shirt underneath her short dungarees, is so simple but so elegant and even though you’ve never met her, it seems to be so her. “Y/n, Nick.” The sound of his name in the same sentence as yours makes your face scrunch up and the blonde girl seems to notice, a small smile flickering on her face. “This is my boyfriend, Archie.” She says and you glance at Nick, the bright smile on his face drops, and your smile widens. “And this is my best friend, Betty.” She introduces you all.

“Rude.” You mumble and send her a teasing smile before waving at the two. “Y/n.” You smile, your eyes lingering on Betty for a moment longer than normal and a soft blush dusts her cheeks.

“Nice to meet you both.” Archie says while shaking Nick’s hand. “Veronica has told us so much about you.”

“All good I hope.” Nick jokes, but the tone of his voice seems to make you all a little uncomfortable.

“Nothing about you is good.” You reply and send him a sarcastic smile. Both Betty and Archie stifle a smile at your comment, and you can tell you’re going to get along with them. Veronica decides to change the subject to stop any fights happening and soon the five of you are exchanging in polite small talk.

“Anyway.” She claps her hands together after a few minutes. “I need to take Nick to talk to my delightful father.”

“Yeah, I have to go back home.” Archie scratches the back of his neck awkwardly. “Sorry I couldn’t hang out with you guys more.” He sends both you and Nick apologetic smiles, to which you return and Nick just huffs.

“Who says hang anymore.” He whispers in your ear, a small snicker following it making you roll your eyes...again.

“Everyone that talks about how they’d like to watch you die.” You return and shove past him as you walk closer to Veronica. As soon as your by her side she looks between you and a very annoyed Nick before giving you a confused look.

“Well Betty, I guess you’re stuck with me.” You move to look at her, and the two of you send each other small smiles. “Thats if you’ll have me.” You add and she nods, some would say a little too quickly.

“Yeah.” She says. “I can show you around if you want.” She suggests.

“Yeah, that would be great.”

“Well, we all have our orders. Y/n, I’ll meet you at Pop’s later on if you like.”

“Pop’s?” You ask.

“I’ll take you there last.” Betty says.

“You can leave your bags here and they’ll put them in your rooms.” Veronica tells you before calling someone over. She gives them their orders and you smile gratefully at them as they grab your bags. “See you later Y/n. And thanks Betty.” She hugs both of you, before kissing Archie quickly and then guiding Nick out into the street.

“See you Betty. It was nice meeting you Y/n.” Archie is the next to leave and you wave politely at him before he disappears.

“So where do you want to start?” Betty asks.

“I don’t know.” You shrug. “Do you have a favourite place?” You ask as the two of you walk down the steps.

“Hmmm.” She thinks about it for a few seconds before her face lights up in a bright smile, and the sight alone makes you feel a whole lot better about being here for a week, even if you do have to spend some of it with Nick. “I know just the place.” She says before turning on her heel and walking in the opposite direction than you were originally going.

“Is this place far?” You ask. “Because these shoes are not made for walking far. I’m not like Veronica, I can’t sprint in heels.” You giggle and she glances at your black heels.

“I think Veronica could run a marathon in heels if needed.” She laughs. “But don’t worry, my car is parked down the street.” She reassures you. Once the two of you are in the car and driving down the small streets she glances at you quickly before looking back at the road. “Do you miss her?” Her tone changes drastically and the sound of the street your walking down seems too loud all of a sudden. You came here to have fun and see your friend, not talk about serious things with a stranger, no matter how cute said stranger is.

“Erm. Yeah. I do. New York doesn’t feel the same without her.” You admit and look at the passing trees. She sighs, trying to think of something to say to you. However, no matter how much of a people person she thinks she is, she knows how close you and Veronica where, and she knows that if Archie moved to a different street let alone city or town, nobody would be able to make her feel better. So instead she keeps to simple girl talk, something that you’re grateful for, even if you don’t tell her.

“I like your outfit.” She says and you look at her, a small smile on your face.

“Thanks. I like yours too.” You reply and she rolls her eyes.

“You don’t have to be nice.” She shakes her head and you stare at her confused.

“I’m not. I genuinely like what you’re wearing. Why is that so surprising?”

“I just thought it wouldn’t something you liked, I mean based on your outfit right now, I can’t imagine you ever wearing short dungarees.”

“I’m full of surprises Betty.” You nudge her causing her to giggle.

“I’m sure.” She replies, stomping at some traffic lights. Her gaze lingers on your profile for a few seconds too many, and when you catch her staring she can’t help the blush that burns her cheeks.

“So, where exactly are you taking me?”

“I am also full of surprises.”

You continue looking out the window, and wonder what type of place could pull someone like Betty in.

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“This is your favourite place?” You wonder as you look around.

“Yep.” She smiles back at you before sitting down on the ground. “Its great isn’t it?”

“It’s an abandoned railway.” You quirk an eyebrow as you look at her. “Its hardly paradise.”

“It is to me.” She smiles, her eyes are closed and her head is tipped back slightly, a soft breeze making her ponytail sway a little and she looks so calm, so peaceful, so at home. “Me and my sister, Polly, used to come here when we were little. Our mom would always tell us to stay away from this place but we never listened. We’d play and run around and just escape into our own little worlds.” She explains before looking back at you. “Do you have anywhere like that back in New York?”

“Hmm.” You think for a few seconds before sitting beside her, your legs outstretched on the cold concrete while hers are crossed next you. The coldness of the ground makes you shiver a little and she’s quickly untying the jacket from her waist and handing it to you. You’re about to argue, but the look she gives you shuts you up and so you smile at her gratefully before draping it over your shoulders. “Not really. When you live where I do, there’s not a lot of places like this. Its all high rise buildings and busy roads, not sleepy streets and abandoned railways. Plus, with my parents being who they are, especially back then, I couldn’t really go out alone. I was always with someone, whether it was a nanny or a chauffeur.” You sigh. “I know.” You hold your hands up. “That makes me sound really stuck up. But I promise I’m not.”

“That honestly never even crossed my mind.” She replies quietly and you turn your head a little to look at her. “Nick however, is an ass.”

“Don’t even get me started.” You groan. “He is the worst person in the world. I honestly don’t know why Veronica is friends with him. Literally the only reason I talk to him, is because of he-what?” You ask when you notice her still looking at you, an un-readable look in her eyes.

“Nothing.” She shakes her head. “Come on.” She stands quickly and pulls you up with her. “I have somewhere else to show you.”

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“Oh yeah. This is it.” You smile brightly at her and she gives you a confused look.

“This is what?” She asks as the two of you look around. The bridge connecting Riverdale to the outside world is quiet for the time of day. The sun is high in the sky, warming the two of you, and her jacket is now wrapped around your waist, it doesn’t entirely go with your outfit but Betty thinks its cute, and she has to give her head a shake to get rid of that thought. You’re Veronica’s friend from New York who she’s showing around, nothing more and nothing less. The water from Sweetwater River is gentle beneath the red bridge, but you can hear it none the less, and that sound mixed with the birds in the trees makes you smile as soon as you parked.

“This is where my coming of age story starts.” You spin around and take in your surroundings, and Betty’s looking at you even more confused than before.

“What?”

“This.” You look at her. “Is where everything starts. I’m going to fall in love and have to defeat evil all while trying to figure out who I am.”

“You’re...” She tries to find the word to describe you, to describe how you look right now. But there’s no word to describe how Betty feels when she looks at you. Despite knowing you for less than two hours, she can’t help her stomach doing summersaults every time she looks at you, or the way her heart hammers in her chest every time you laugh. So her sentence dies, whatever compliment she was going to give you disappears, and she’s left watching you while you try and find a stick to drop into the water. “Coming of age?” She asks and hands you a small twig. Your eyes light up as you take it from her and the two of you lean over the ledge, you watching the way it falls and her watching you. You then grab her hand in yours, quickly look at the road before running across it and leaning over the other side. As soon as you see the stick you do a little celebratory dance, and the laugh that comes from your lips is something Betty could never get sick of hearing.

“What about it?”

“Whats it about?”

“Well, Veronica told me that Riverdale could be used in a coming of age film. And we used to watch them all the time at home, so I was excited to see it for myself. The railway was a good contender, but this bridge...this is it. I mean look at it. Its so old and solid and just...here.”

She nods and she looks around. “I get that. But I have somewhere else to show you.”

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“This place is great.” You look around in awe. “Why the hell was this placed closed.”

“You know, I have a friend called Jughead who you would get along with very well.” She says as the two of you walk through the empty drive in. “So where does this come into your story?”

“Oh, okay.” You stop suddenly and she almost walks into you. “So, two options. Which one do you want to hear?”

“Both.” She nods.

“Well, first option. I’ve met my love interest...whoever she is.” The word she makes Betty’s heartbeat pick up, and now she’s even more interested in what you have to say. “And, she’s showing me around, hey, kind of like this.” You laugh. “And we break into here, and she’s trying to show me that there’s more to life that whatever the hell I’m worrying about, maybe a murder or something. Basically she’s showing me how to live. And we end up here, stood right in this spot, both of us inching closer to the other.” You’re both hyper-aware of how close the two of you seem to have gotten and you don’t remember being this close before. “And...she’ll hold my hand softly in hers, tip my chin to look at her and then lean in slowly, and the whole thing will feel slow and fast all at the same time. And she’ll kiss me, and it’ll be soft and gentle and everything I thought it would be.” You finish, your eyes feel heavy as you look at Betty, your lips centimeters apart and Betty’s hand is holding your arm gently.

“What happens in the second scenario?” She asks quietly and you glance at her eyes. Very light green from far away, but when you look at them up close, they have darker green and even golden specks in them.

“Well, its gotten to the point where everything has gone to shit. My whole life is falling apart, I’ve lost friends, made enemies and the whole reason for my story seems lost. So I come here to make myself feel better, to remind me of the happier times. And she follows me. We fight. We scream and shout at each other and its raining so much you can barely see in front of you. And just as she’s about to storm off, I grab her wrist and pull her back to me, pressing a quick kiss to her lips.” You’re voice is practically a whisper as you look at her. “And then we make out.” You say the last part casually making her laugh loudly.

“Is that the night you guys go like all the way.” She teases, her voice high pitched and mocking and now its your turn to laugh loudly.

“Erm, duh.” You reply, flicking your hair over your shoulder and the two of you giggle.

“Ooooo.” She wiggles her eyebrows.

“So, where are we going now?” You ask.

“Somewhere, that I think you’re really going to like.” She replies, her eyes shining as she stares at you.

For a split second while you’re looking at each other, it feels like you truly are in some sort of movie.

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“This our last stop before Pop’s.” She turns to face you, as she rambles about the history of this place she walks confidently backwards until you stop at a clearing.

“We’re in the middle of the forest.” You look around.

“I know.” She says. “But its so much more. This is where stories begin.”

“What do you mean?” You ask and she smirks at you.

“Sit down.” She guides you to a worn out brown sofa, pushing you to sit down. She then stands in front of you, a bright grin on her face as she begins. “This.” She points to the ground. “This is where me and Archie buried treasure when we were 8. Its where me and Polly dug it up a week later and its also where Archie got annoyed at me for digging it up, despite him being there with Jughead, to also dig it up a week after that. Its where Cheryl Blossom had her first kiss at 12, with an unknown boy, the mystery of who it was still causes controversy. Its where Jughead went when his dad was drunk, and its also where me and Archie would meet him. Keeping him company until one of us had to go home. Polly told me she had her third date here with Jason Blossom, and that something else happened too, but I won’t divulge.” She scrunches her face up at the last bit and you do the same, standing up quickly and dusting yourself off.

“Gross.” You mumble and decide to sit on the plastic chair.

“We’ve had bonfires, fireworks, parties, fake weddings...don’t ask. Even a fake funeral...definitely don’t ask. There’s been first kisses, first dates, first friendships made. Handshakes and hugs, and everything in between...for generations. This is where everyone’s coming of age story starts and ends. So how do you want to start yours?”

“Like this.” You stand up and walk the short distance towards her. Your hearts in your throat and your stomaches seems to have dropped to your knees while your hands cup her cheek. Her breath hitches at the sudden close proximity but she doesn’t seem to mind, in fact she leans into your touch, her eyes fluttering closed. And then you’re kissing her, softly at first, just to test the waters. Her lips taste like strawberry chapstick and vanilla ice cream and you can’t help but wonder when the hell she had that because you met her at 11 this morning. But that melts away with the rest of your thoughts when her hands rest on your waist, squeezing ever so slightly as you deepen the kiss.

Yeah, this is so much better than any film.

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thiscertainthings · 7 years

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Certain Things - Chapter 4 * New Friendships and Declined Invitations

"Julia! Wait! "I stopped in surprise, to look back when I heard my name. It was not very normal someone talk to me at the university, except to tell me that I forgot something, that's why I started looking at my books, which I had in my arms to see if I had not forgotten none.

When I looked back, a dark-haired girl was addressing me. I had seen it a couple of times in accounting classes. If I was not mistaken, her name was Phoebe or something.

"Sorry to bother you, but Kate and I are going to have a cup of coffee before the next class starts, we were wondering if you wanted to come with us. What do you say? "After stunned for a few seconds, looking at my classmate, who was being very nice, I nodded slowly until I answered a" yes "very quietly.

She smiled at me and I turned to her. "I'm Phoebe, by the way! We have classes together except Economics! "Phoebe was being one of the nicest people at this school since I arrived here, which was a bit of a surprise, but positive.

"I'm Julia, but you can call me Jules! Thank you for the invitation. "I told her as we made our way to the school cafeteria.

"Kate should already be in the cafe. She said she was going to get us a table to sit down. "I smiled at her and continued walking. When we got to the cafe a short blond-haired girl stretched out her arm and waved it toward us, so I assumed it would be Kate. "Come on, Kate's at that table."

As we get closer to the table where Kate was, I could see that she was not alone. Two tall boys were with her. One of them had his arm resting on Kate's shoulders for what I assumed was her boyfriend.

"Pete, John and Kate, this is Jules. Jules, it's John, Kate and Pete, who is Kate's boyfriend. "Phoebe pointed at each of them as they greeted me with a smile and nodded.

"Hello! It is very nice to meet you! "I also said a little shy.

"Come sit there! You want some coffee? We have asked for us, just missing to you two. "Pete said, and soon I and Phoebe landed our bags to sit.

"Yes for me can be coffee, thank you!"

"Ask one for me, too, please," Phoebe said after me.

"So you are the Portuguese of our class, how are you doing for this dark and damp land?" It was John who spoke this time.

"I'm not very Portuguese, I mean, I am. I was born there and lived there for 16 years because my mother is Portuguese, but my father is English. As I have family here in Manchester I'm used to this weather. It's not new to me. "I said very quickly summarize my story.

"Now here are the coffees!" Said Pete returning to the table with the cafes, one in each hand. "What were you talking about?"

"Jules was telling us that she lived in Portugal and has family in Manchester, maybe you know them." Phoebe spoke to Peter, who looked at me then. "Jules, Peter is from Manchester too, maybe he'll meet your family."

"As the world is small! Maybe we're even neighbors, and we do not even know! "Everyone laughed at what Pete had just said, but it was actually in those little moments that you could see how small the world was.

"Well, my grandmother's name is Madeleine, and my grandfather's name is George. I also have my uncles there, but they live farther away in Pendlebury. "I used to come and spend two or three weeks in the summer at my grandparents' house and every now and then we came for Christmas. But I did not know many people from Manchester, so even if Peter's family knew my grandparents, it was most likely I would not meet his family.

"You have to give me more than the first name. Your grandfather is George, what? "He asked again.

"George Wilberton. And my grandmother's name is Madeleine Wilberton. You know them? "Pete was a little surprised after I said the name of my grandfather.

"Wilberton as" Wilberton Club and Resort "?"

"Yes, exactly, sorry I could have started there soon, it was probably easier for you to figure out who it was." My great-grandparents had started a small business, which after they passed away had passed to my grandfather and to my aunt, who made a big and great family business.

"Well, if you started out there, I think it was easier. It was Jules 'grandparents' club that I took my first shot on a golf ball. "Pete straightened up and spoke with great confidence to those at the table. "Anyway, it was also with this shot that I hit the head of a lady who was playing there." We all started laughing at Pete, including him.

The truth is that I myself had spent many good times at the club. Although it was not my grandfather who was running it, since my aunt had been more in the family business, whenever we visited Manchester, it was a rule to visit the club. It was also the rule, that my brother and I screwed up, but after all, the good times you remember are those.

"Well maybe we should go to class that is now about to begin." This time it was Kate who spoke. "But we must all go out together one night to talk." After everyone agreed, we went to the last class that day.

* * *

Claire had managed to convince me to go to the gym with her. In her words, "I have to start doing even more sport if I want to continue drinking in the weekends," of course, when she said that I was a little stunned by her, first because no one in her right mind would think about going to the gym for those reasons. And second, I was starting to ignore or forget some of the things Claire said, because they did not make much sense.

Anyway, here I was going to the gym where I arranged to meet her. She had explained to me at least the way and had sent me the street name, but since it was raining and it was cold to die, I decided to go by taxi. When the cab stopped at the red traffic light, I looked out the window and saw a lady holding hands, whom I assumed were her children. A girl with light brown hair and a boy with dark brown hair. Then I remembered my mother and my brother.

I had made the choice to live in London, and I was very pleased with my choice, I really was, but I missed them so much, especially in these moments when I was alone and thoughtful. When I started thinking about coming here, I thought I'd only visit them after at least three months and that I'd have to put up without those good hugs and the nights watching movies and drinking tea with my brother.

"Sorry miss, we've got to the street where he told me. Want me to stop where exactly? "The taxi driver looked at me in the rearview mirror when I woke up from that kind of trance that made me not even realize we had arrived.

"Oh, sorry!" I straightened up and leaned over the front seats to tell him where to stop, but I did not even know. "Can you stop here ahead, please?" Claire had just given me the street address and told me the building was a little bluish.

After I paid the taxi driver, I started walking down the street looking for the building. A few meters ahead I saw the gym sign "Ultimate Evolution Fitness". Before I entered, I sent Claire a message to let her know that I had arrived and that she would come to see me.

A lady of her thirties got up from the chair behind the counter as soon as she saw me come in and greeted me with a smile.

"Good afternoon! Can I help? "She said turning to me. Since Claire did not show up, I decided to sign up until she saw the message on her cell phone and came to me. After I had filled in what was needed, when I was making the payment, Claire appeared. It came with a towel hanging around her neck and with two geeks that reminded me of Miley Cyrus.

"Hello Hello! Sorry just saw the phone now. Have you done the inscription? "She asked me looking at the papers that were already in front of me.

"Yes, while I waited for you, I went to the register. Let me just finish paying and let's go. "

After I had paid and the receptionist gave me the key to my locker and my gym access card she volunteered to give me a brief tour of the gym so I could get to know the chants at home, but how Claire was already attending the gym, she offered to do it.

"I was seeing that you could not find the building! I've been here for about three quarters of an hour. Did the class end later today? "Claire sat on the bench in front of me in the changing room while I changed clothes and packed my things.

"Oh no, as it was raining, I still went home to get a warmer coat for when I got out of here, and then I could not find a cab." I said as I made a ponytail upside down, which I had to repeat because I had not gotten anything right when I straightened up.

"You know how it started to rain today, people use taxis more. Are you ready? "She got up when she saw that I was closing my locker, and after turning to her, I nodded and she pushed me, putting her hands on my shoulders.

After showing me the three rooms that were available with different types of machines, to have me presented to instructors, we stopped in the cardio room in crosswalks. The gym was full of people and incredible it seemed that everyone knew each other, two colleagues of Claire, also attended the gym and at one time joined us, Lauren and Janet, I think those were their names, but not by much Because they were already at the end of training.

"So how was the day?" I asked Claire as we dressed to go home.

"Nothing special, screaming children, ace to each other, hair pulls here, tantrums to eat there, you know those phenomenal days that only a kindergarten has!" Claire made her ironic tone that made us laugh both. "And your's? Did any of your neat little classmates ask you for a borrowed pencil? "She said, tapping my arm and winking at me.

"Claire, less! No, nothing like that. But I had coffee at the break today with some classmates in my class, they seemed to be good folks, "I said, closing the clasp of my bag.

"Oh look at my little girl making little friends in the little school!" Kate said clutching my cheeks as if I were three.

"Do not make fun! Come on, let's go home, "I said, laughing as I left the changing room.

"Well, I'm going to have Nick's dinner tonight, you should come, the whole squad will be there."

"Hmm I do not know. Today I'm not very spirited, besides I wanted to take a break and talk to my parents and my brother. "After we left the gym it was not raining so we decided to walk home.

"If it's because of what happened over the weekend, you can rest assured that it will not happen again. I already apologized, seriously, I do not know what happened to me to act ... "I interrupted her.

"Claire, I told you that what happened is already over, it's just that I'm really tired, stay for another day." The day after that troubled night, Claire came to me and apologized for what had happened, about twenty Times and asked me to tell her why she had not seen me at night, so I told her what happened with Harry.

"Even so, I think you should go, even if you were just having dinner and then coming home soon. Besides, Harry is going too. "Claire emphasized the last part and looked at me with a smirk.

"Why did you say it like that and why are you laughing like that ..." I gave her a little shoulder thrust.

"Nothing, nothing, is that as you are now friends and drink tea until dawn and he even invited you to the barbecue, I thought you wanted to be a little more with him, but I realize you have to keep the distance to do difficult. "That's why I regretted telling her what had happened, now whenever she had a chance, she was always messing with me about Harry.

"I'm not going to comment on that, it's not even worth saying anything ..." I shrugged and stopped to take the keys out of my purse to open the front door as we had just arrived.

"Yes, yes of course." Claire was love making fun of me. She came in first and started up the stairs, "But do not worry, I'm not one of those people who are going to run into the magazines, telling them the torrid love affair you had that night. Just imagine: Styles caught leaving Wilberton's house at dawn, what would they be doing? "She spoke with her hands in the air to show her expressiveness as I ignored her and headed for the mailbox. "You have to admit if you told them you were drinking tea, no one would believe!"

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Nightmare Fodder: Celebrity Edition

In 2015, Mary Louise Parker released a memoir in the form of a series of letters written to various men she’d encountered during her life. The juicy part of the book which people were anticipating was a fuck you for her one-time partner Billy Crudup who, in 2003, left her while she was seven months pregnant for young, luminously gorgeous, un-pregnant Claire Danes.

The players in our tragedy:

This is all hallowed legend in gossip lore. At the time, Parker and Crudup weren’t that famous (even now they’re hardly household names) but everyone knew what happened - even The New York Times covered it. It was huge news. You know what must really sting: even though Crudup didn’t leave Parker until 2003, he first met Danes in 1999 when she was 19. They worked together on the English dub of Princess Mononoke. How long had he been thinking about her?

Parker never publicly spoke about what happened. Danes did though - she dated Crudup for four years and later said in a radio interview: “That was a scary thing, that was really hard. I didn’t know how to not do that. I was just in love with him and needed to explore that and I was 24... I didn’t quite know what those consequences would be."

What kind of asshole doesn’t know what’s up by the time they’re 24? Like you never had a family? Like you’d be able to forgive your dad if he dipped out on your mum while she was pregnant? Why would even want to be with a guy who would behave this way? Anyway: people anticipating the fuck you to Crudup didn’t quite get the vat of vitriol they expected: Parker never mentioned him by name, but instead tells a story of a confrontation with a NYC taxi driver while she was pregnant and feeling profoundly alone.

In the story/letter, she’s in a cab. The driver keeps going the wrong way and she starts yelling at him: "Shit, goddamn. I mean, why, I mean why the hell - NO! Where are you going now? This is still wrong."

The driver asks that she tone down the profanities, but she keeps berating him until he kicks her out of the cab, saying: "I don't want you anymore."

And then there’s this sequence:

No one does

My voice was shot and I barely got out

Look at me

You turned and looked, I think for the first time...

My life is worse than yours in this moment.

I wailed

I am alone. Look, see? I am pregnant and alone. It hurts to even breathe.

Your hand slowly went to your mouth

I’m trying to get through it but I’m by myself every night and every morning and no one, nothing helps. I’m sorry I yelled. I can’t get my shoes on anymore. Please, I know I am awful, it’s been made clear but look at me please

Look at me

...

I don’t know what you thought, if you had a daughter or a wife or if my little drama was a hangnail compared to your life. What I wish I could tell you is that I know it may have been. I don’t know what happened to you that morning, or that year, or when you were six. I didn’t know your tragedy or hardship and it was grossly unfair of me to compare my life to yours. I am aware of my good fortune. What I don’t have to struggle for that makes my life easier than most. I have thought of you and know you wouldn’t remember me but I am sorry...

About writing memoirs or autobiographies: if you’re the kind of person who would ever want to write about yourself that way, do you think you would also be the kind of person who would be tempted to create drama in your life to spice up your autobiography? For e.g., maybe I would go out tonight and take a bunch of cocaine and get involved in some kind of epic bukkake gang bang all with the conscious goal of making chapter three a bit more interesting after having two slow opening chapters focused on my family and work life. If my romcom body disposal story idea never pans out, my back up elevator pitch (scenario: I hire goons to cut the power to the building, the film exec is stuck in the elevator with me for half an hour - I am wild-eyed and, frankly, frightening) is this:

Have you ever wondered why the documentary crew chose to film the lives of the people in The Office? Out of every office in every company in the world, why them? Why that family for Modern Family? Why the Parks and Recreation office in Pawnee? Picture this: a mockumentary crew picks a mediocre office based in a mediocre town with the hopes of creating an 11-season syndicated ca$hmonster. Instead, the people are average looking and uninteresting. They diligently do their jobs and no one plays pranks, shares sparkling dialogue or falls in love with each other. After 10 episodes of excruciatingly dull television, a young production assistant is ready to risk it all. She murders the office’s secretary. When the film crew and office workers arrive in the office for work on Tuesday morning they find her horribly mangled body displayed in some bizarre and upsetting way (I can’t be bothered dreaming up some fresh new atrocity but you get the idea). What follows is a Dan Brown-esque chase across the countryside with the film crew and office workers solving clues because for some reason they can’t call the cops and have to catch the killer themselves (maybe the killer threatened to kill Bo Obama if they called the cops or something?.. although all of this is being broadcast so um maybe that won’t work hmm plot hole). Little do they suspect that the killer is in their midst... no one suspects the production assistant. The show gradually becomes about the film makers who are desperate for attention, wealth and success and don’t care about catching the killer, they just want great ratings.

Enough about that. What about this: is it so bad that Billy Crudup left Mary Louise Parker? I mean, the alternative is that he stays with her because she’s pregnant (not because he loves her) and continues to stay with her because they have a kid (not because he loves her) and he never really loves her again so they’re living a lie (at least on his end) - and one day she’ll figure it out: he stayed with her out of a sense of duty. Their photo albums are full of lies. Her wedding ring turns to ash. This is why he always fucks her from behind with the lights off. This is why he took a job that meant he was always travelling. This is why he didn’t care when she put on 15kg. This is why they have separate arm chairs rather than a sofa they can cuddle on. This is why he never introduced her to his friends. This is why his mother never liked her. This is why he never put her name on his life insurance policy. This is why he never holds her hand. Isn’t this so much worse? Wouldn’t you rather he left you than stay with you out of pity? She gets hurt either way and he looks like a bad guy either way. But he did the right thing in this scenario, right? At least according to gossip magazine covers: if leaving her while she’s pregnant makes him a bad guy then staying is what makes him a good guy.

Or I guess not falling in love with someone else.

(But he probably can’t help that.)

He’s stuck. What can he do? He can’t make himself love her again. Maybe having to make this kind of decision is just as bad as being dumped. (Although obviously not really because Mary Louise Parker was heavily pregnant and alone while Billy Crudup got to drill Claire Danes and fall in love.)

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