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Well.

pharveey:

Yes ma’m, I am. So is Seb but only because I offered him blowjobs.You who’d make a cute couple? You and Noah.

Excuse me I am always charming! That’s just how I am. My only fault is that I am perfect. Oh wait.

It’s going to be a party. Classy but I’m glad he’s coming. No pun intended. I’m too clever for my own good.  Sorry, I’m married to food. I’m not a cheater.

The problem is that you’re too charming. Good looks and an amazing personality to boot? Give others a chance, Peter.


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pharveey:

I’m doing boot camp too, so I’ll get to see you there! Oh, you and Noah, huh? An interview? With you and me? We could do that, we should, really. But you’d have to keep my nosy comments about your love life off the record. 

You are? My day just got ten times better. I should really take a look at the list and check who’s going. Yep, Noah and I, my second partner in crime.

Don’t worry, I’ll totally abuse my ability to edit interviews so you’ll come off as charming and likeable to the rest of the world. I’m that good of a friend. The world won’t have to know the truth.


Well.

pharveey:

Laaame. You know I’d almost always answer the phone if it was you—the exception being like, if I’m having sex or something.Either way, we should hang out soon. 

So what’s been up in the fabulous life of Amelia Rose?

I’ll keep that in mind. We could totally kill two birds with one stone. Hang out while I ask you several nosey questions and then publish them in an interview - You giving me an exclusive.

Busy, busy of course. I’ve got this boot camp business coming up where Noah and I will be interviewing hopefuls and then we have a huge load of work to get through. Fun times.


Well.

pharveey:

Well maybe you should have called! I was worried!! I can’t do anything without my partner in crime.

Everything is great, actually. 

I did! Well, almost - I tried. I would pick up the phone and just as I’m about to call, I would stop and think. “What if he’s working?” “Him and Sebastian could be having a fun time, I can’t ruin that” and the list just goes on and on.

The problems of a paranoid friend. But if you want me to call and text whenever I want, don’t blame me if your phone dies of 24/7 vibrations.


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avery-braun:

Haha don’t worry !

So, how are you, Amelia ?

I can’t complain. Just the usual, trying to make for decent conversation but the sucky part is that it takes two to tango.

I’ll just end up picking someone’s brain to cure my boredom.


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pharveey:

I missed you!! Where’ve you been?

Y’know, everyone keeps asking me that like I’ve been MIA but I’m right here. Maybe I’m not being loud or obnoxious enough but I’m definitely around. Just keep your eyes peeled and you’ll see me creeping around here and there.

How are you? I hope everything’s been going rather swell for you, good sir.


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avery-braun:

I have to admit that it wouldn’t have suprised me if you didn’t knew me, Amelia. It’s a real pleasure to meet you.

It’s my job to know all about the up and comers in this industry and with your fresh look, it’s just a matter of time before you become all the rage. Let’s just hope I didn’t jinx you.


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avery-braun:

Well, hello. I’m Avery … but as you just said, you probably already know who I am.

Nope. Name doesn’t ring a bell. You should really get yourself out there if you want to be remembered, y’know? Yeah… Good luck.

How awkward would have that been? Of course I know who you are! I’m just pulling your leg. I’m Amelia, it’s a pleasure to meet you.


Well.

pharveey:

Hey you! I’m glad you’re doing well.

I’m doing ten times better now that my favourite model is around.


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noahdonovan:

You dork. Come with me. I’m not leaving my partner in crime. What if I go to sleep and you suddenly develop some odd disease that takes only the lives of redheads? I’ll be forced to work all alone. I won’t be amused.

Flirting? You’re just as good as I am. Bet you can have anyone you want if it came down to it.

Haven’t you heard? I’m immune to ginger-vitis. Did you see what I did there? No? Okay. It’s late, I can get away with my dorky jokes because I guarantee that it made you at least smile. At least.

Wrong. I can’t flirt, believe me. It just turns out awkward. Like this conversation.. Which leads me into wanting to go sleep, so on that note, good night Noah. I’ll go have nightmares about having to work long hours with you. Sleep well.