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their marshmallows are trash

(bella = loser 🌬️, aurora = sleeping beauty 👑, theo = gay art kid 🎨, cole = smurphy 🔹, charlie = chuckie 🧀, haley = the legged one 🦵, zendaya = zoomer 🏃💨)

this gc has been dead for too long i'm telling u.

that's what we get for being friends with famous people ig

that's mean chuck

i'm literally going on tour this year

will not hesitate to punch you if you call me chuck again

haley girlie how's filming with you know who

did she not tell you about what happened

???

our pal rona woke up the other day and chose violence

SHE DID NOT.

WTF?

HRU RN LOVE R U OK?

UGH I WISH I WASN'T HERE RN I'D DEF LEAVE CHARLI FOR YOU

NONONO DON'T LEAVE DON'T CUT UR TRIP SHORT

I'M FINE!! RLLY I AM

nothing a breakdown can't fix am i right :,))

just a fever.

she's a liar

girlie lost her taste and smell.

HOW COME RORA KNOWS AND NOT US,, HUH?

tom and i will jet there rn i'm telling you. just give us the go sign

no need, timmy's here already

WH A T?

haley.

WTAFRUTALKINGABT

oops

HE'S DOWNSTAIRS RN AND IS CALLING SEEYALATER

HALEY LENEGHAN DON'T MAKE ME GO THERE

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entering haley's house felt like a certain kind of deja vu all over again. last time timothée was there was almost a year ago, and yet it felt familiar and strange all at the same time. for one thing, the flight of stairs on the right were gone, and instead of seeing a wall, there was a hollowed out area that served as a parlor. it was furnished with bookshelves and flower vases. he also noticed that the piano had moved. the upright one that stood against the wall, there now was a baby grand positioned by the window. he walked a little more and to his right was the corridor that stopped at a set of stairs that led to the basement, where haley would record or produce her songs.

at least the kitchen was the same, timothée thought. and the living room still reminded him of all the nights he spent with haley eating popcorn while watching cheesy romcoms on netflix. he walked around, trailing his fingers on the counters and surfaces, before he noticed something was different.

the place was messy.

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"uh, hey. so, i'm inside now?"

"i am aware. what are you doing here, even?" haley snuggled under her blanket, her face being barely illuminated by the dim glow of a nearby lamp.

"dunno, james mentioned that you were sick. you said none of your friends are here and i know rora's been really busy these days so i came to offer my help." timothée replied with a cheeky smile.

"help." she stated dubiously.

"i mean... look around," he said, showing the kitchen to her. "what happened to the neat freak i knew?"

"she spiralled into depression and developed an alcoholism problem for like two months."

"for real?" he asked.

"may last year."

"that isn't fair," he said. he looked like a wounded puppy, frowning under the light by the stairs.

"it isn't your fault, but i thought we should talk about this," haley began.

"we're fine though, aren't we? you said so yourself." timothée purposely looked anywhere but at the camera.

"i know, but—"

"you still haven't told me what i did wrong." he said softly.

"you did nothing wrong!" she insisted.

"are you sure, haley? then why did you end things in the first place when we were doing so well?" he asked frustratedly.

"it's just," she began. this is your chance to apologize and let him know that you wish you never did it, she told herself. she took a breath, then:

"y'know what, it doesn't matter." timmy mustered a smile, and told himself that he'd never ask again. "we're good. anyways, so when was the last time you ate?"

what? "timmy..." she started.

"you barely have anything here!" he said loudly, slamming the refrigerator door shut. "errands calling, what food do you want?"

haley sighed. "i still got some blueberries up here and i think they'll last me a day, so, i think i'm good."

he paused. "haley leneghan, you have not been living on blueberries for the past three days."

"and apple jacks."

"i still don't understand why you love that so much! lucky charms is so much better."

"this is the hill i'll die on because their marshmallows are trash. also i'm a sucker for anything cinnamon, what can i say?"

"i say that finn would punch you if he heard you diss lucky charms like that right now."

"he's busy swapping spit with edvin as we speak so no, not happening."

"what have you been doing in the past three weeks?"

"well, i've been collaborating with aurora aksnes for the soundtrack of the movie we shot in november, so there's that."

"right... what's the title again?" timothée asked. he didn't recall any title being put out but he wanted to be sure.

"this is a secret and i'm pretty sure it's only ninety percent final but what we got right now is 'the story of a pretty woman'." haley answered.

"ooh, little reference to her movie pretty woman, am i right?"

"yessir."

"what's with greta and her movies about women?" he asked, shaking his head laughing. "first lady bird, then little women, then now it's pretty woman? twitter is gonna go wild."

"tell me about it! that's what i told her too, but she wanted to use it, and so here we are." she sighed. "don't you have to be on set today?"

"actually, no. i told james i was heading here and hopefully he'll skip to other scenes till you're well again."

"timothée, you really didn't have to do this," haley told him.

"i know. i wanted to," he answered, smiling.

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