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Chapter Twenty-Seven:
| Whitney |
Is Holly at group tonight because of me? Whitney pondered guiltily after Dalton and Nina settled back down and tuned into their horror flick marathon. The dark haired girl loved on camera gore as much as the next person, and had even been behind the scenes on a few sets her EX Zette had been casted to play a minor role in. That meant getting to see some cool shit like FX makeup being applied, ECT.
As much as Whitney wanted to lose herself in the third installment of ‘The Human Centipede’, she just couldn’t stop thinking about what happened between her and Hollis earlier. The blonde’s defeated misty grey eyes tormented Whitney from memory, making her wince involuntarily. She started playing with the top button of her light blue dip hem tee as she cursed herself out internally for pushing Hollis out of her house in tears this afternoon.
How could you do that to her? She was trying to make you feel less alon
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The following morning| Whitney |In Loving Memory,Theresa Caroline York-O’SullivanFebruary 11th 1986 - May 17th 2020 ✿ A Celebration Of Life ✿The thin paper program felt strange -grainy- between Whitney’s fingertips as she stared at the front page absently. A studio shot of Theresa smiling radiantly jumped right out at her. The deceased woman’s golden blonde hair had been arranged into perfect soft beach waves cascading down her frail shoulders, and she was wearing one of her favorite floral designer dresses. As Whitney peered into her sister’s lightly done up sea green eyes however, she couldn’t find an ounce of happiness present in them. Instead, they appeared dim and closed off. Maybe it was a recent picture?How long had she been feeling that way bef
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| Whitney |For a moment, everything was quiet and almost alarmingly still. Whitney felt like she was floating in space, among several thousand stars without any gravity pulling her downward. The tranquil feeling didn’t last long- as anxious commotion started trickling it’s way into her quiet bubble of existence. She then felt herself being gently lowered back to earth. God, I’m so dizzy...Why is the ceiling spinning? What’s going on? Holly? Oh, there she is-“Miss York? Can you hear me?” An urgent voice coaxed close by. It sounded deep and so far away; Like she was submerged underneath a crashing ocean, listening to someone yell for her from above the surface. Whitney blinked slowly, becoming less lightheaded as she tried to focus on a broken up Hollis who was still cradling her close to her chest tightly. She wanted to ask her girlfriend to calm down, because she was openly baw
Not All Who Wander Are Lost Chapter Thirty-Three:
| Hollis |Attention hungry Criszette Swearengen and reserved Hollis Bogard were living, breathing proof that Whitney York didn’t have a set in stone type when it came to the women she romantically involved herself with. In many, many ways. The girls couldn’t have been any more different in appearance, from their opposite end of the spectrum hair color and cuts to their unique style of dress. Even at a dignified funeral, where the gatherers typically wore similar attire, Zette showed up to Theresa’s service in a flashy navy blue two piece pants suit paired with a black silk shirt and matching blazer on top for an added layer. Overly fond of expensive jewelry, the dark haired woman sported silver rings on both hands and a thin matching necklace. In contrast, Hollis chose form fitting black slacks and a plain white button up shirt. The silk tie she wore earlier had been done away with for comfort’s sake, and her sleeves were rolled up to the elb
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| Hollis |“You’re joking...right? Please tell me you’re pulling my leg, Dalton.” Hollis chuckled in disbelief, rubbing the entirety of her dismayed face with a hand slowly as she paced back and forth a safe distance away from the pricey steakhouse. Warm California wind blew the anxious girl’s ash blonde hair back gently, and it brushed against her shoulders with every deliberate movement she took. She was just finding out about Chad’s latest spontaneous drunken screw up, and this one was a real doozy.Not every person in the world could say their alcoholic father managed to crash into a street pole ten feet away from his house, after all. Just when she thought this day couldn’t possibly get any fucking worse.You’ve outdone yourself again, dad. Bravo. So much for trying to stay clean and sober.“I wish I could tell you I was.” The disabled man s
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| Hollis |I’m high as fuck right now. How the hell did THAT happen!? Hollis was somewhat aware of what was going on around her, but was also too high to care much about anything other than hanging around Whitney’s neck at the moment. She didn’t even remember being helped into her girlfriend’s parent’s roomy vehicle and carted back to their place for the evening– only stopping at The Dixie Hollywood Hotel so Whitney could check out and retrieve their belongings all by herself, ignoring James’ gentle offer to help. The dark haired girl had been quick to understand she couldn’t react harshly when Hollis was this blitzed out back at the steakhouse, so she was currently cradling the giggly blonde in her old neatly made up Queen sized canopy bed quietly; Staring straight ahead at the macaroni art she’d left behind on her plain white bedroom wall after picking up and moving to Mai
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