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                               EMILY   DONOVAN  as  JACKIE   BURKHART  ;

  and   if   somebody   doesn’t   tell   me   i’m   cute   in   the   next   five minutes   ,   i’m   gonna   scream   !

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              ❛     what a dumb ass, am i right ? trust me, i K N O W ! imagine having to be there while they tried explaining it. like, how does the CHICKEN come before the egg ? i really want to know who told them this information so i can go throat punch them for false advertising and informing.   ❜ emily shook her head in disapproval, scoffing as she did so.

“ holy shit. that’s the dumbest thing i’ve ever heard anyone say in my entire lifetime. ” riley glanced at the other, pretty annoyed by the fact that she had to spend her day off surrounded by idiots as well. the girl straightened her jacked as she watched the other with a subtle eye roll. “ and trust me, i’ve heard a LOT of dumb shit. ”

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tatianna .

                              ❛   i   know   !   oh,   you’re   just   going   to   LOVE   them,   em,   they’re   so   fucking   badass.   they   land   next   saturday,   so   i   want   to   make   sure   they   have   the   time   of   their   lives.   ❜

              ❛     you want them to have a BLAST ? you came to the right redhead. i can just see it now ! a “welcome to amsterdam” party with streamers, glitter, the perfect party theme music———would singing angels falling from the ceiling be too much ? i just wanna go all O U T, ‘ya know ? give your badass moms a true welcoming.   ❜

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alistair .

     he remembered the first time he ever laid eyes on emily, it was the summer of the year two-thousand & the rutherford family had just moved into the house across from the donovan family - and there she was, two ginger pigtails & the most hideous dress he had ever seen in the short existence of alistair rutherford on this earth, but from that day on, the two were glued to the hip, spending several play dates at each other’s houses, endless summers at his family’s lake house. even that one innocent kiss at new year’s eve of two thousand-eleven ( that only seemed innocent back than ) & and many more memorable memories. there had been several times where he wanted to confront emily about his harboured childhood crush he captured for her, but every time he was about to do, something happened & the right moment faded away. he sees it as god his way of preventing it; preventing the break of their friendship, maybe ?? it was never his intention to catch FEELINGS for his childhood best friend, guess boys & girls can’t be just friendss without either one of them having feelings for the other one.   when he suddenly felt emily’s hand grabbing his, soothingly rubbing his hand with her thumb, he gazed up from his thoughts       peeping in a small, tight smile on his lips, looking down at their hands, touching. he hadn’t know how much he needed to feel her touch melting with his until now. ‘        but i do , emily. i fucking do. ‘ a sigh escaped from his lips. his body tingled when she removed strays of hair out his face, for a split second he gazed over her lips, before looking her straught in the eyes when she spoke again. ‘ either way, we’re a match made to be doomed. ’ a loud groan came from his lips, hands rubbing in his face. ‘ i miss home. i miss how easy things were back home. no drama. just the TWO OF US and our weekly diner dates, ’ he gazed at the fellow redhead, ‘ thank you for letting me stay here.  yeah         friends. ’ a long pause was  before he said the word friends. 

           friendships differ based on a VARIETY of factors. whether it be the clash of personalities between the ones involved, the time period in which they have known each other, or just the complexity of the relationship. the one that alistair rutherford and emily donovan had formed seemed to a complex yet unbreakable sort of friendship that emily believed people would make movies about. endless times she could recall her laying on the floor of her sister’s room while she gushed on and on about her feelings for the boy. her sister would simply laugh and tell her she should just act on her emotions and see how things went, but young emily shook her head to shake off the ridiculous idea. the selflessness in emily forbid her to do so————though often she would wish she listened. she remembered old days of when they were in school, how they always tried to get partnered up together for every and any class assignment, how they would continuously get in trouble for talking or throwing things at one another, and how the two always accompanied each other on their after school adventures home. real feelings didn’t come into play until much later, though once they were introduced, it seemed to be that emily could never shrug them away.

             a grin danced along crimson tinted lips as the other showed a small glimmer of a gleam. seeing the other smile sent her heart into a F R E N Z Y. it was only for a moment — — — but the butterflies in her stomach stayed even after the two-second smile was gone.  ❛     you guys are going to be just FINE, i promise.    ❜  she hoped they would, though a small part of her shamefully wished and pleaded that they wouldn’t. and emily quickly shoved that minuscule part of her in a box and shoved it deep, deep down inside of her to keep it from ever surfacing. eyes focused mainly on his, though occasionally continuously lingered along his features ( secretly admiring as she did so, though she wouldn’t dare to show it ).    ❛     oh————come on ! you’re being DRAMATIC. you guys are practically m a d e for each other. and you know it.    ❜   was that more reassuring than the words she spoke before ? all she wanted, in that moment, was to try and make her BEST-FRIEND feel somewhat better than when he first approached her doorstep.   ❛     i miss it too sometimes, but, that’s in the past. we’re here, alistair, in amsterdam ! we should be making more memories — — — not dwelling on o l d ones.    ❜   emily couldn’t help but let a light smile appear at the thought of the recollections, though.   ❛     it’s no problem, al. and, we’re not JUST friends———we’re best friends. let’s not forget that.    ❜  it was true, they were best friends, but she spoke using the word loosely.

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                ❛     i’m not JUDGING you———trust me. i envy you.   ❜   emily responded with a small grin, eyes watching the other before her in awe. ❛     i surely do w i s h i could take a picture, but i can’t. not even if my life depended on it — — — but, so you’re a photographer, huh ? how long you ‘been doing that ?   ❜  

     ’       don’t look weird at me, ’ she said, standing up from the table she was sitting on to get a better angle for her food picture. ‘ it’s what i do for a living, ’ she shrugged her shoulders, before sitting her petite frame back in her seat. 

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               ❛     oh my G O D ! of course i’m gonna lend you a hand ! when are they coming ? and, that’s FANTASTIC news————what do you need help with ?   ❜

                             ❛   my   moms   are   visiting   !   i   need   everything   to   be   PERFECT   for   when   they   arrive,   so   you’re   going   to   h e l p   me.   ❜

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alistair .

’ but you love me, don’t deny it. ’ he said, chuckling with a smirk upon the features of his face. he knew his way to persuade emily in doing things, and he wasn’t ashamed of doing it either. over the years, it grew to be a hobby of him; teasing emily. for a brief moment, it felt as if they were back in high school & spent one of many nights at her place, & he was trying to convince her into doing mischievous things with him. ‘ i know, that’s why i suggested it. ’  he spoke again,‘ yes, it does come first, but so does having fun & eating food. ’ he propped himself on his feet, reaching for his keys & jacket, ‘ i knew i could convince you. i always do. sure. check is on me. ’

            ❛     my LOVE for you goes only so f a r — — —  and you are starting to push my limits.   ❜  it was a JOKE, yes, but played it off with a serious tone. she had to admit, what alistair spoke of did sound tempting, so she obviously ended up agreeing with him in the end. emily knew that she was knees-deep in desperation when it came to her worksheets, and her overall schoolwork, but she tried her best to not s t r e s s about it for at LEAST a little while. the redhead wasn’t too fond of sweets———spicy and salty foods have been her favorite things since she could remember. and the thought of them going out to eat together brought up fond memories of their many memories in boston — — — her heart began to cry out to home.  ❛     listen, if i fail ? it’s going to be s e m i on you, a majority of the blame will be on me, but a LITTLE bit will definitely be on you. i’m just saying, though. just saying.   ❜ 

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julia .

“ oh, you should DEFINITELY treat it like a true gift. honestly, i would do anything for a knee-slappin’ joke right now. ” julia chuckled. the blonde got up, pressed her lips together and nodded. “ what are you in the mood for? ” she could cook quite some things. of course, she had quite a lot of practice. when she was stressed – like stressed stressed – you’d most likely find julia in the kitchen. usually either baking or cooking – mostly baking though – or both at the same time. in those few years where the stress baking/cooking became a thing for julia, she went through several recipe books, pinterest boards of recipes and ended up making some things by combining recipes. “ oh, google will most likely have the answers. my professors are too lazy to come up with their own assignments, so usually the answers and solutions are all online. and please, you’re allowed to be DRAMATIC about classmates, they’re often the worst thing of college. for some reason they’re all lazy entitled asshats who think you’re the only one who has to work on the group assignment. ”

       ❛   you need a knee-slapper ? i got you on that, but i warn you — — —  they are seriously lame as hell. anyways, why don’t lobsters share ? because they are shellfish !   ❜    emily couldn’t help but laugh at her own joke, which really wasn’t SURPRISING considering the redhead laughs at a lot of stuff.  ❛   ba-dum-tsk ! that was good, right ?   ❜  the blonde’s inquiry caused her to think for a moment. she was hungry, but what was she hungry for ? her finger then tapped her chin as she pondered for about a minute, before her shoulders finally shrugged in defeat.  ❛   honestly i really don’t know———but i do know my stomach is GRUMBLING and i kind of find it g  r o s s.   ❜   emily wasn’t much of a cooker, though she could throw down every now and then. her mother taught her a few recipes, but sometimes the redhead would struggle with certain meals.   ❛   i know, right ? what’s up with the teachers now ? are they that deep in self hatred to result in poor teaching habits ? it’s truly depressing and all around tragic — — — if you ask me. and, i totally agree with you on the whole entitled asshat thing. a lot of them are childish and can’t express their views in an EDUCATING way. which, again, is t r a g i c.   ❜  

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alistair .

alistair found him on the doorstep of the one person he knew that he could confide in, the one person who had seen him going through all stages of life, the bad ones & the good ones, and never judge him for it either. he had found himself at emily’s place, a place that was further away than he was used to, but he was glad she travelled with him to amsterdam. imagine the distance if she had stayed back in boston instead. it was late at night, probably after midnight, as he knocked on her door. patiently waiting for her to open up, and she did, he propped himself up & waited for the door to fully swing open. a wave of relief rushed through his body when he saw the face he grew up with; a safe haven, she was. ‘      ems, ’ he said, his voice almost making no sound. 

he stepped inside her house, without making any eye contact with the redhead, he walked into her living room & seated himself on her sofa. he knew that he didn’t have to say much for emily to notice something was wrong with him, & this time she didn’t disappoint him either; she knew something was up. she was right. there was a certain sadness clouding his expression, one he hadn’t shown to her since senior year, ‘ i screwed up, em. i really did. ’ his voice was hoarse, as if he hadn’t talk for a while. breath stocking in the back of his throat only making it harder for him to talk. ‘ it’s julia       i kissed her & she, well, she pushed me off, ’ still, he hadn’t make any eye contact with her, ‘ and i sort of lost it, i guess. yelled at her & all that kind of stuff. ’ this was the first time he looked up at her, gazing his eyes over her features, ‘ i made her cry. ’ thinking back about it, he could feel himself getting angry again, but this time he was angry with himself for the way he had treated her. ‘ can i stay here ‘till i find something else? ’

        despite emily being only the mere age of twenty-one, she had achieved quite a bit. though her achievements were in the academic category for the most part, she found herself sitting next to the one thing that kept her going all those years. the one person that continuously INSPIRED her to achieve greatness. alistair. they had been friends for so long that she literally could not imagine her life without him. and, despite her carrying a bundle of romantic feelings for him that have been growing since the seventh grade, emily always kept her role as the CHILDHOOD BEST FRIEND. it was a title that was a bitter-sweet one, though if anyone asks, she would say that she can’t see herself being anything else to him ( a lie nonetheless ). she tried to be s e l f i s h all the time — — — but, metaphorically, constantly fell flat on her face. the redhead tried to put her feelings before others and tried to not care at all, but always failed in the end. seeing another hurt would cause her to hurt as well, and vise-versa with all the other moods and emotions one can feel. she wasn’t as HARDHEARTED as she tried to present herself to strangers and acquaintances, and that was the one major thing she disliked about herself. 

        heart grew heavy at the sight of the other before her. seeing her BESTFRIEND ( long time crush ) go through this only made her mind linger as to how she could help. she wasn’t that good with words, and tried her best to comfort, but emily found herself growing insecure at the thought of her might not being able to provide the strong shoulder for him to cry on like she usually did. her hand grabbed his, thumb soothingly rubbing the top of his hand.  ❛     everyone makes mistake, al. don’t beat yourself over it.    ❜ emily tried to give him a small smile, free hand moving a few pieces of stray hairs that had managed to get in the other’s face. to listen to the other talk about K I S S I N G another left a sour taste in her mouth, which caused her to feel immediately ashamed for her reaction to hearing those words. ❛    julia is very understanding, al. you probably just caught her at the wrong time. maybe she was having a bad day ? anyone can  simply look and see how much she CARES about you, and how much you care about her.    ❜  was that good enough, were her words providing the comfort the other needed ? she didn’t know. only hoped.  ❛    of COURSE you can stay here———you shouldn’t even have to a s k.  i’ll try to help you out any way i can. ‘cause, i mean, what are FRIENDS for ?    ❜

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        late night television s p l u r g e s had become a normal thing for emily———even though she knew she probably had forgotten school work to do. she laid sprawled out on the couch with a blanket pilled on top of her and a pillow behind her head, focus too into the current program on to fix the cover so it was over her feet. all the lights in the room were off, only the BLARING television provided a light source. it seemed that this was how every night ended for her, though she wouldn’t deny it nor want it to change. with school seeming to be literally suffocating her, it was only fit that she evened it out with long nights of television marathons. a knock on the door, though, had pried her from her cocoon of safety and happiness so she could answer it. hands flicked the light on before fingers latched on the brass doorknob to turn it, revealing in a few moments whom the door-knocker was. 

        the knocker had proved to be the one and only alistair. but why, at such a late hour ? and so unexpectedly ? she knew something was wrong. his demeanor upon the opening of the door had answered her question right before she was about to ask it————something was wrong. she simply stepped aside to let him in, then closed the door behind him.  ❛    is something up  ?   ❜ emily questioned, after the two had sat down on her sofa. it was the first thing to be spoken since she opened the door and let him in without hesitation. the EXPRESSION on his face when the door swung open had filled in the empty atmosphere instead of them having to using words. but emily’s curiosity got to the best of her, and she broke the silence rather quickly upon sitting down. something had to of happened———but what was it ? he had his hings with him, which indicated to her that he was no longer living with julia. what had changed ? the redhead was interested as to what was going on with the other, an eager yet anxious feeling overwhelmed her as eyes studied the facial features of alistair — — — trying to get any type of body language or movement to help her piece the situation together.  ❛    you know you can ALWAYS tell me a n y t h i n g. i’m here for you. always.   ❜

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           ❛    i’ve been here about a MONTH, and i don’t think i’ve seen even an eighth of this place. it’s tragic, truly, especially because it’s just s o pretty here ! i would love to tag along — — — we could have matching totally tourist outfits and everything. we’ll be EXTREMELY tacky.   ❜

‘ you know, i’ve lived here almost a year and i’ve never even seen half of what this place has to offer. i’ve got two weeks off work coming up and i’ve decided to go full on tourist, i want to see everything. any recommendations ?  better yet !  you should come with me. ’

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jude .

jude listened to the girl’s story, amused. she’d never been the confrontational sort – it took quite a bit for her to be riled up enough to get into any sort of argument – but that didn’t mean she’d never had run-ins with people like the girl the redhead was describing, and she could definitely relate. ❝ a quick google search would have proven that she was completely misinformed, but eh, i’ve met people who know that they’re wrong but still continue to parrot their wrong opinions because they’re too stubborn to admit that they were wrong in the first place. ❞ jude had met more people like that than she wanted to, and just the thought of them was enough to cause just the slightest bit of irritation to creep up on her, but that all vanished at the sound of the familiar name. ❝ wait, alistair as in alistair rutherford? i know him, actually! what a small world. we’re not best buds or anything, but sometimes we help each other out, y’know? ❞ her attention drifted back to the girl she sat with, and suddenly it clicked–– ❝ you wouldn’t happen to be emily, would you? ❞

               she nodded in agreement with jude, a small smile forming at the fact that the other was on her side with the whole dispute ( even though it had been over with for a month and she hadn’t had a conversation with the random female since ).  ❛  exactly my point !  people don’t check to make sure what they t h i n k is right is indeed correct, and mostly just gather and sort their standings out based on pieces they have gathered from incorrect social media sources and other individuals. i mean, i’m not saying that all social media information is incorrect nor am i saying that all other individuals are wrong, but they just are a GOOD bit of the time———which means both aren’t particularly reliable fact-holders.   ❜ a small laugh had escaped her lips when jude asked if she was emily, which was followed by another simple nod.  ❛  apparently a few people know him, or know of him, so i’m assuming this place is a lot smaller than i thought it was. but, yes, i am INDEED emily — — — emily donovan. care to tell me what your name is ? or not, that’s fine, i can just call you ‘that cool chick’ and we can roll with that.   ❜

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alistair .

 ’ if you ever do end up losing your mind, i’ll make sure to take the needed advantage of it. might even record it, you saying that i’m RIGHT. it’s going to be my greatest memory, ’ he chuckled, eyeing his fellow redhead. ‘ oh don’t give me disapproval, ems. you’re going to do just fine with the worksheets. you have eighty four hours, i’m sure you can spare two hours of relieving stress & eating your way through the menu at this little mexican restaurant down town. ’ he got up from his seat, approaching his friend & pulling her up from her place, ‘ come with me, ’ his voice was almost like he demanded her to come with him. ‘ you see you’ll do better once you went out & came back with a clear head      i PROMISE.’ 

              ❛     you’re LITERALLY so annoying sometimes—————i swear !   ❜   emily couldn’t help but let out a small laugh at the boy in front of her. it amazed her how much the both of them had changed since when they first met as kids. her mind went to the endless nights they spent at each other’s houses, either just staying up all night talking, or getting into trouble, or both. friendship, like the one the two redheads had acquired since they were children, seemed to be r a r e these days. ❛     ugh — — — you know how spicy food is my weakness. but, i know diddly-squat regarding both of those worksheets, alistair rutherford, and doesn’t education ALWAYS come first ?   ❜   another huff followed as she was yanked from her seat, eyes rolling yet again.  ❛     FINE. i’ll go—————but you have to pay.   ❜