“   i  Mean  ,  Of  Course  Not  .  I  Couldn't  Even  Imagine  The 

          there's  a  forced  smile  on  her  face  when  she  looks  at  myles   ——   truth  to  be  told  ,  camille  has  been  on  her  phone  half  of  the  time  so  she  definitely  has  missed  it  .   “   yeah  ,  yeah  ,  i  totally  saw  that  ,   ”   she  agrees  anyways  ,  head  nodding  to  further  reassure  him  .   “   too  bad  i  didn't  get  it  on  camera  but  hey  ,  at  least  we  both  know  you  did  it  ,  am  i  right  ?   ”

closed starter for @salvateure ! ↪ after a game !

thrill of winning the game has completely blinded him to the fact that they're not actually friends , " — did you see that ?! 5 - 0 ?! did you ?! i made two of those goals — you saw it , right ? "

         “  whoa  ,  calm  down  ,  babe  .  that's  like  a  lot  of  words  for  me  to  process  at  once   ,   ”   she  tells  phoebe  ,  trying  her  best  to  recall  what  the  girl  was  even  saying  in  the  first  place   ——   something  about  her  eating  glue  as  a  kid  ,  something  wrong  with  the  alcohol  ,  something  .  .  .  well  ,  something  for  sure  .   “   okay  ,  first  of  all  ,  you  don't  even  sound  that  fine  to  me  right  now  but  you  know  what  ?  that's  fine  ,  i'm  not  gonna  judge  .  why  are  you  acting  so  suspicious  though  ?  like  are  you  sure  it's  just  a  wrong  kind  of  alcohol  instead  of  ,  you  know  ,  glue  ?  although  i'm  not  sure  how  you  even  got  glue  in  here  ,  but  then  again  you  said  you  used  to  eat  glue  a  dozen  times  as  a  kid  ,  so  maybe  i'm  judging  a  little  .  old  habits  die  hard  after  all  .   ”   there's  no  hint  of  malice  in  camille's  words  ,  however  .   “   ninety  -  nine  percent  discount  for  a  drink  that  could  cost  me  my  fucking  life  isn't  gonna  cut  it  .  i'll  tell  you  what  ,   ”   camille  tries  to  propose  ,  a  glint  of  mischief  in  her  eyes  .   “   maybe  if  you  share  the  drink  with  me  ,  i'll  consider  it  done  .  at  least  we're  in  it  together  if  ,  god  forbid  ,  something  wrong  happened  .  what  do  you  say  ?   ”

open. int. crane's crooning den - night, but there's never quite an acceptable time for her bs. @nepofmstarters

listen,  chum,  airstrip  one  has  nothing  on  phoebe  crane’s  attention  span.  as  a  wise  woman  once  added  to  her  essay  seconds  away  from  submission,  the  whole  death  of  the  author  deal  totally  applies  to  authoritarianism,  and  the  prattling  autocrats  that  purport  themselves  to  be  her  bosses  are  recipe  puritans  to  the  point  where  all  those  words  swim  into  her  boston  shaker  and  come  out  much  of  a  muchness.  what  does  that  mean?  that  she  is  in  so  much  trouble  because  she  put  her  sanitiser  in  a  miniature  vodka  bottle  as  a  joke  and  put  it  next  to  an  actual  vodka  bottle  and  left  for  fifteen  minutes  to  yell  at  the  dj  about  his  awful  taste  in  technocountry  and  she  can  locate  neither  bottle.  she  taps  on  the  shoulder  closest  to  her  panicked  flurry  of  motion,  and  her  words  come  out  a  mile  a  millisecond.  ‘  okay,  listen,  i  ate  glue,  like,  a  dozen  times  when  i  was  a  kid,  and  i’m  literally  so  fine  now,  right?  look  at  my  tongue.  ‘  she  sticks  the  relevant  appendage  out.  ‘  the  polka  dots  are  from  my  lip  balm  –  don’t  ask  how,  industry  secret  –  but  my  point  is  that  if  i  happened  to  put  the  wrong  kind  of  alcohol  in  here,  nobody  would  mind,  right?  i  mean,  cranes  don’t  even  croon,  so  clearly  the  shits  given  about  detail  are  at  a  record  low.  ‘  then,  in  a  sordid  sort  of  whisper  that’s  as  quiet  as  the  trap  jazz  blasting  through  the  bar:  ‘  maybe  you  could  test  my  whole  hypnothermite  out. hypothesis in. i don't know, man, just do it for the  ninety-nine  per  cent  discount.  ‘  she  has  neither  the  executive  power  nor  the  economic  prowess  to  deduct  such  a  quantity  from  the  sticky  notes  clinging  to  the  counters,  but  they  don’t  need  to  know  that.

          “   well  ,  like  i  said  ,  the  one  and  only  spidey  i  know  is  you  ,  so  of  course  ,  benny  .  you're  the  only  spidey  in  my  world  ,   ”   she  admits  ,  couldn't  help  the  smile  lingering  on  her  lips  when  she's  around  him  .   “   i  mean  ,  that's  good  for  you  ,  really  .  who  knows  you  could  finally  keep  a  secret  from  me  ?   ”   she  teases  ,  shoulders  lifted  in  a  casual  shrug  .   “   i  guess  i'll  never  know  anything  about  your  future  projects  anymore  now  that  you're  getting  good  at  this  ,  not  spoiling  anything  before  it's  out  ,  thing  .  not  even  to  me  ,   ”   with  her  arms  crossed  ,  camille  lets  out  a  dramatic  sigh  ,   “   and  here  i  thought  i'd  never  lose  that  privilege  .  .  .  i  get  it  ,  benny  ,  i'm  not  special  to  you  anymore  .   ”

“     does this mean that i am the only spidey in your world?      ”      he almost sounds cheesed at cami’s words,     hands on his chest,     eyes twinkling,     lashes fluttering and everything.     “     and that’s the thing,     cami—     i didn’t say a single word about the spidey trio.     i got threatened into not spoiling anything and i actually didn’t say anything,     not even to you.      very impressive,     if i do say so myself—     especially when we remember that i have the tendency to spoil everything to you…     guess i am going through a character development.     ”

          it  would  be  a  lie  to  say  that  camille  isn't  afraid  that  things  would  take  a  turn  for  the  worst  .  she  has  always  known  that  darius  has  a  bit  of  a  temper  ,  but  she's  not  usually  on  the  receiving  end  until  their  break  -  up  ,  in  which  she  rightfully  deserves  in  a  way  .  a  sigh  of  relief  escapes  from  her  as  the  tall  guy  eventually  retreats  from  the  situation  ,  and  she  follows  him  to  the  side  of  the  building  ,  somehow  feeling  a  bit  antsy  now  that  it's  just  the  two  of  them  here  .  at  his  question  ,  camille  opens  her  mouth  to  say  something  ,  but  she  couldn't  seem  to  find  the  right  words   ——   their  relationship  has  already  reached  rock  bottom  at  this  point  ,  and  yet  a  small  part  of  her  still  believes  that  she  could  save  this  ,  whatever's  left  of  them  ,  anything  .

          “   i  didn't  know  you  smoke  ,   ”   comes  out  her  response  ,  eyes  glued  to  the  cigarette  in  between  his  lips  ,  momentarily  catches  herself  staring  for  a  second  before  she  finally  looks  away  .   “   when  did  that  even  happen  ?   ”   she  could  probably  tell  ,  knowing  that  she  too  has  been  indulging  in  some  new  bad  habits  since  the  last  time  they  saw  each  other  .  she  lets  out  a  scoff  ,   “   seriously  ,  darius  ?  do  you  think  that's  what  this  is  all  about  ?  me  trying  to  get  back  my  things  ?  i  don't  even  care  about  them  .  i  just  want  a  fucking  excuse  to  see  you  .   ”   this  is  so  pathetic  ,  she  knows  ,  but  she'd  be  damned  if  she  doesn't  take  this  chance  to  talk  to  him  now  that  he's  here  .   “   i  heard  that  you're  coming  back  to  new  york  .  is  that  true  ?   ”

     old habits die hard. at least it's what his friends throw out whenever darius finds himself some trouble. it's the first time he's been back in months and he hears: ' the prodigal son returns. ' it's enough of a reason for him to shove his shoulders up against the other. textbook barfight: the force is enough to knock the stranger over a neighboring table, their friends gather, the two are idly held back. see, he heard that tone right. or wrong—the youngest suwan had a bone to pick with just about anyone. “  you know me, but who are you ?  ”  on a bad day, he would've done more but it was meant to be a good night. the following happens simultaneously: he looks over at his friends, notices their confusion, and he hears a familiar voice. camille addario is always going to be the last person darius would like to see. at some point they all thought the two would run as suwan-addario. he's disappointed (read: hurt—it's like reopening wounds he thought had closed) when he realizes who it is. “  alright,  ”  he decides. “  not worth it.  ”   his friends know him well enough to give him space. “  what do you want ?  ” is what darius leads with. they end up tucked to the side of the building with his lighter struggling against his cigarette. his tone is dry and rugged—practically mumbles the question at her. “  i don't have your things anymore. ”  it's why he ignored her texts about it. “  it's all tossed. what do we have to talk about ? ” because sometimes, words are put together to hurt others.

          “   oh  my  god  ,  babe  .  did  you  just  admit  that  you're  obsessed  with  me  ?   ”   of  course  she  knows  vivi  doesn't  mean  it  like  that  ,  but  either  way  that's  what  she's  hearing  at  the  moment  .   “   i  mean  ,  it's  obvious  that  i'm  obsessed  with  it  ,  which  is  why  i  wear  it  so  often  .  can  you  really  blame  me  though  ?  it  just  goes  well  with  anything  and  it's  so  chic  .   ”   in  fact  there's  one  on  top  of  her  head  right  now  ,  because  how  could  camille  not  have  it  on  her  now  that  it  has  become  her  signature  ?   “   oh  ,  we  can  definitely  find  a  signature  thing  for  you  ,  vi  .  tell  me  ,  you  got  something  you're  obsessed  with  at  the  moment  besides  me  ?   ”

closed starter for @salvateure ! ↪ at a chanel store perhaps ?

" i'm sure i've told you this before , but i'm literally obsessed with your lil' chanel cat eye sunglasses THING you've got going on . it's , like , your signature . you see 'em and think cami ! i need a signature like that . "

          maybe  if  this  was  another  person  ,  camille  wouldn't  be  so  persistent  ,  but  she  doesn't  think  she  could  easily  let  darius  go  .  sure  ,  she's  fully  aware  by  now  that  she's  the  fucking  problem  ,  and  it's  times  like  this  that  reminds  her  she  wouldn't  always  get  what  she  wants  ,  but  that  doesn't  mean  she'd  just  sit  back  and  do  nothing  about  it  .  not  when  darius  is  right  here  ,  and  all  she  could  think  about  is  how  she  could  possibly  turn  back  time  so  they  would  still  be  together   ——  she  knows  it's  a  little  too  late  for  that  right  now  ,  but  still  ,  camille  likes  to  believe  she  would've  done  the  right  thing  if  she  was  given  the  chance  .  after  all  you  never  know  what  you  got  until  it's  gone  ,  right  ?

          his  answer  isn't  what  she  hopes  for  ,  and  even  when  he's  trying  to  be  nice  about  it  ,  camille  thinks  he's  just  fucking  with  her  right  now  .   “   so  you  don't  believe  it  ,   ”   she  remarks  ,  feels  another  tear  fall  down  her  cheek  .  camille  knows  she  should  just  bite  her  tongue  ,  should  just  suck  it  up  for  now  and  gives  him  more  time  to  think  ,  but  she  doesn't  really  has  any  patience  for  that  .  all  that  she's  hearing  now  is  that  darius  no  longer  wants  to  be  friends  with  her  ,  and  as  much  as  she  deserves  it  ,  it  makes  her  more  upset  than  anything  else  .  god  ,  she  could  feel  her  whole  body  trembling  at  this  moment  .   “   why  though  ?   ”   she  repeats  ,  hands  curling  into  ball  of  fists  on  her  side  .  did  he  know  that  she  went  back  to  julien  while  he  was  away  ?  then  again  ,  it's  not  like  they're  keeping  it  a  secret  this  time  ,  she  wouldn't  be  surprised  if  he  knew  .

          “   because  i  don't  love  him  ,  that's  why  .   ”   she  breathes  ,   “   he  means  nothing  to  me  ,  darius  .  he's  just  some  guy  i  fuck  around  with  ,  that's  all  .   ”   and  it's  the  truth  ,  but  it's  hard  to  believe  her  words  when  everyone  knows  she's  been  spotted  around  julien  grimaldi  often  enough  that  it  would  be  ridiculous  to  assume  otherwise  ,  even  if  most  of  the  time  it's  just  them  arguing  in  the  middle  of  the  street  .  things  have  always  been  so  complicated  between  them  anyways  .   “   i  just  didn't  know  what  to  do  when  you  left  me  ,   ”   she  knows  she  shouldn't  go  back  to  julien  though  ,  given  their  history  ,  and  yet  that's  what  she  fucking  did  .   “   well  ,  it's  true  that  i  did  go  back  to  him  ,  but  we're  already  broken  up  at  the  time  ,  so  it  doesn't  really  matter  now  ,  does  it  ?  and  please  ,  if  you  don't  think  we'd  ever  be  friends  anymore  ,  just  fucking  say  it  .   ”   it's  easier  for  me  to  let  you  go  that  way  .

     camille sure knows how to lean into the dramatics. maybe it wasn't always a conscious decision but she drags the hurt out in the exact way he dreaded when he recognized her. “ you're in no position to make any demands from me.  ”   it's not meant to be a challenge but maybe his tone makes it that way. it's not like he'd be any less callous. they way she handled them built up so much resentment in himself. he's not sure where to put that hurt down.     people like camille don't change overnight. the year that he was away was not enough for anything grand to take place. he thinks that maybe it's a little bit of his own fault for playing into her behavior when they were together. he did what she wanted, found ways to do it before she even asked. from where he was standing, it was princess behavior. some people don't really grow up. though it's not like he was very grown himself. “ i want to believe that at some point we could be friends again but that's all i can say for now.  ”   that's the thing about knowing someone so well. he's sure he's had that thought a million times over tonight. he knew her too well and it was difficult to see them at odds. she really would stand outside all night for an answer from him (they're both so stubborn). he eyes her up and down with a look of pity. julien grimaldi didn't seem to cut it for her but that was never darius' problem. “ why though? where's your white boy?  ”  

lily-rose depp at the 76th annual cannes film festival for the idol, by eddy chen.

          “   i  would  hate  to  disappoint  you  ,   ”   comes  a  pause  in  an  attempt  to  mimic  mai's  dramatic  reaction  .   “   but  i'm  not  a  big  fan  of  mac  n  '  cheese  .  i  mean  ,  if  you  love  it  so  much  then  more  power  to  you  .  i  just  don't  vibe  with  it  as  much  as  you  do  .   ”   still  ,  camille  leans  closer  to  take  a  bite  of  it  ,  not  wanting  to  embarrass  mai  now  that  she  already  holds  it  out  for  her  .   “   that's  pretty  good  ,  i'd  say  .  not  the  most  delicious  bite  of  my  life  though  .   ”

𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 : open starter , @nepofmstarters 𝒘𝒉𝒐 : mai & anyone 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 : chelsea market , meatpacking district

“  not   to   be   dramatic  ,  ”   she   began  ,   placing   down   her   fork in order to better   wax   poetic   about   her   lunch  .   “  but   this   is   the   best   mac   n  ’   cheese   i’ve   ever   had   in   my   life  .   i   swear   they   put   something   in   this   to   make   it   so   addicting  —  besides   cheese  ,   obviously  .  ”   scooping   a   generous   forkful  ,   she   holds   it   out   across   the   small   table   in   offering  .  “  here  ,   try   it  .   if   it’s   not   the   most   delicious   bite   of   your   life  ,   i’ll   treat   you   to   whatever   you   want  .  ”

          “   first  of  all  ,  you're  so  dramatic  .  being  on  a  ferris  wheel  won't  kill  you  ,  babe  .   ”   there  is  always  a  possibility  of  course   ——   camille  decides  to  keep  that  to  herself  ,  not  wanting  to  scare  yejin  any  more  now  .   “   but  sure  ,  you  can  totally  blame  it  all  on  me  if  anything  goes  wrong  .  second  of  all  ,  if  this  is  what  it  takes  to  hold  your  hand  ,  i'll  take  the  chance  .  and  you  can  yell  as  much  as  you  want  to  ,  if  that  helps  .  i  wouldn't  mind  as  long  as  you're  still  coming  with  me  .   ”   with  that  being  said  ,  she  inches  closer  and  links  her  arm  with  yejin's  ,  as  if  to  prevent  her  from  running  away  now  that  she's  agreed  to  ride  the  ferris  wheel  together  .   “   it's  already  too  late  to  back  out  anyways  .  it's  almost  our  turn  ,   ”   camille  beams  excitedly  .

"well, when you put it that way. you know the way, where i can blame it on you if anything goes wrong then i can't say no." yejin teases. "and especially if this a ploy to hold my hand, then i'll have you know, this may not make it worth it because, i could yell! it could be terrible for me and i'd be more sorry for you having to experience that. like, you might regret it, because i also might regret going on that thing. but since you are so certain it's not that bad. then, let's go on this dumb ride that might kill me."

          “   well  ,  i  guess  some  people  are  just  not  the  brightest  bulb  in  the  box  ,   ”   camille  muses  ,  more  to  herself  than  to  teagan  .   “   i  mean  ,  i've  done  some  pretty  dumb  shit  too  before  ,  but  stabbing  a  heart  -  shaped  balloon  with  a  spoon  is  definitely  not  of  one  of  them  .  why  not  just  step  on  the  fucking  balloon  if  they  don't  have  a  fork  ?  like  what  are  they  even  trying  to  achieve  at  this  point  ?  unless  they're  like  super  drunk  or  high  ,  i'd  say  it's  pretty  embarrassing  to  be  caught  doing  that  shit  sober  .  do  you  even  know  them  though  ?  i  hope  not  .   ”

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