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#DAMN GIRL YOUR BRESTESTES #grace

[thegracejacobs]

Phone Call to Grace

Pepper breathed out a chuckle, resting against her seat more comfortably. It felt so much like the old times and not at all at the same time: "You are telling me like I didn't do your math homework for months on a roll." Her everpresent smile faltered at the question. "I am a grad student at Georgetown. Business." She shrugged, worried about what the blonde would think of that. Of course Pepper did whatever her father told her to now that Grace wasn't around. Of course Pepper wasn't a fighter anymore. "Floating through life... How does that feel? Is it as fun as it sounds?"

Grace laughed, remembering how Pepper did a lot of Grace's homework for her, since they'd always taken the same classes. Grace had always been too wild to think about homework: "Math just didn't agree with me." Grace started chewing on her lip when Pepper mentioned school. It seemed like a whole big ordeal to her and had never really seen the appeal of getting a degree. "That sounds like an intense amount of work. You're doing great, I bet." She paused to think about her answer and gave a shrug like Pepper could even see it. "It feels ambiguous. Don't really know what I'm doing or want to do... Hey Pepper, do you want to get dinner? You know, catch up and whatnot?"

#phone #pepper #DATE NIGHT B)

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Phone Call to Grace

Pepper knew who it was before she introduced herself. There was something about the way Grace said her name that differed from others. She would have recognized it even if she hadn't heard her voice in a thousand years: "I know. I'm... fine, just brushing up on math. Still hate it." Pepper licked at her lips, nervous. "What about you?"

Grace felt like if she wasn't careful she wound ramble on forever and a day and she knew that Pepper wouldn't stop her, because she never did. Pepper would let Grace talk people's ear off and the blonde wouldn't even realize she was doing it: "I was never good at math. Are you going back to school?" She paused, rubbing her hand across her face. "I'm good. Just floating through life."

#phone #pepper

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Phone Call to Grace

Pepper read the same line over and over again, but she couldn't concentrate in her homework. She thought Alexandria would be a new beginning, but she didn't feel quite like that until she bumped into Grace... and forgave the woman who broke her heart, as well as herself. Nothing had changed, but Pepper felt different and she couldn't help but wonder why. The phone rang and she welcomed the proper distraction it provided her, putting it against the shell of her ear and inquiring: "Hello?"

Grace was excited when Peppered answered the phone though she stumbled over her own words for a few seconds before she could even muster out anything coherent: "Pepper! It's Grace. Um, how are you, I guess?"

#phone #pepper

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Grace shrugged, holding the package. "Could be," she conceded. "Anonymous? Non, I uh--I have a friend in New York. He sends gifts from time to time."

"It looks hella expensive." Wren said, smiling. She wasn’t going to lie — she was a little envious. "It must be real nice. Anonymous admirer?"

#wren #chat

[thegracejacobs]

Is your aunt a politician as well, then? And, pardonne-moi, but I do not know who Senator Davenport is. Making coffee runs is always a pain, though. Especially if you're incredibly hungover. Oui, I am from France. It's not that hard to distinguish.

It is awful. I started off the summer with working at my aunt’s office making coffee runs and answering phone calls. Now that she doesn’t need me anymore, she sent me off to work with Senator Davenport. I’ve never had to work a day in my life. Judging from your accent, I guess you’re from France?

#ahhh yay!! haha my poor grace doesn't have any plots #alexhughes #chat

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Grace looked down at her heels for a moment before she slid them off her feet and ventured barefoot into the sand to sit on a swing next to the man whose name she did not know. For all she knew he could be the next Jeffery Dahmer, but at least then she wouldn't have to turn over the number she had already memorized in her head. In the meantime she had lost herself in whatever substance she could get her hands on, but things were running low, and Grace found herself on a swing set with a nameless handsome man in the middle of the night.

"Oui. Depending on how you look at it. It's what, three am?" Grace raised her brows and pushed herself a little in the seat. Swinging in a dress wasn't very ideal. "There is some sort of stigma for grown men hanging around playgrounds, isn't there?"

He recognized the voice before he even needed to see the face. Grace was her name, of course he wasn’t supposed to know that. She was one of his longest and most faithful customers. Even before she had moved into Alexandria proper, she had been getting drugs from him ultimately. He had feelers out all around the DC area, and while at first his presence elsewhere hadn’t been very strong, she had stumbled upon one of his dealers. He liked to know the faces of most of whom he dealt to, a mental list of his customers, but she was special because she had been there for so long. 

"Or fairly early," he countered with a little smile. "Depending on how you look at it. Then again I couldn’t exactly swing on the swings in the middle of the day when all the children are here, now could I. Ce serait bizarre, non?” 

#kieren #chat #omg perry this is kind of a cute way to continue their friendship #stop bombarding me with brotp feelings

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Phone Call to Pepper

Grace turns the paper over in her hands in her own home for a long time debating whether to call or not. Pepper had offered her a second chance and she couldn't pass that up. She'd missed her best friend, and wanted to rekindle the camaraderie that they once shared. She punches the number in and waits for Pepper to answer the phone.

#wow that's awkward but whatever yo #phone #pepper

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Wrong Place, Wrong Time ♚ Pepper & Grace

I never meant to walk away from you. Pepper’s brown eyes locked with the blonde’s and there was a force within her, brutal and raw, that begged her to spit out But you did. Instead, she looked at Grace, her expression overridden with guilt and regret—she peeked at the emotions beneath the surface and her own features softened. “I know.”

She blinked the tears off her eyes. “I know—I pushed you away—it wasn’t your fault.” Pepper breathed out a chuckle, tearing her gaze away from the other woman. “It was such a mess, wasn’t it? It was such a mess sometimes I wanted to hate you for that—I thought I did”, she shook her head, “but here we are and I have to use all the power in me not to—“ her voice cracked “—hug you and beg you—not to leave me again.” Pepper let out another short laugh, embarrassed by her own weakness. Brushing a strand of wavy brown hair off her face, she took in a breath. “It’s been so long and I’m so tired of fighting… Can we start over?”

Pepper’s voice was soft when she spoke: “Please? I miss you, Grace.” There was longing in her eyes, but she pressed her lips into a thin line and said no more, afraid that her words might scare the blonde away. Reaching into her purse for a scrap of paper and a pen, she wrote down her American number. “Here, take it. Let me know… if you want to be friends again. You don’t have to answer now.” Pepper licked at her lips and sent her a small smile. “Just promise me you’ll think about it, okay?”

Taking a few steps backwards, Pepper waved her goodbye and turned on her heels to keep on walking down the street. Her heart raced and her eyes filled with water again, but her chest was tight and warm and she smiled at herself.

THE END.

#YOU'RE SO FRICKIN FRACKIN EVIL KIM #UGH I CAN'T EVEN HATE YOU #OWIEFNAOISNFSODI #wrong place wrong time #para #para pepper

[thegracejacobs]

That sounds awful honestly. And I'm fairly certain I'm not even allowed to work in this country yet so I'm not really worried about finding a job. I'm fairly set at the moment, so I can spend whatever money I'd like to spend. 

Don’t I know it. But you’ll tire of them when you realize there are bigger things in the world. I have a job now—that sounds so crazy and will always sound crazy—and you’d think I’d spend it all on clothes, but nope, not at all.

#oooh did she?? tbh i should read bios more often #she and grace could probably bond then #except grace is a brat oops #alexhughes #chat

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Grace didn't really know what she was doing wandering the streets of Alexandria in the middle of the night. Ever since the run in with someone who once had taken the spot of her childhood best friend, she'd found herself wanting to be alone more often than not to mull over the thoughts that were clouding her mind. It wasn't really like her to wander the streets alone, especially since the last time she remembered just wandering around without purpose had been with Pepper during their first trip to Paris without their parents. 

Shaking the thoughts from her head as her heels clicked on the pavement, Grace came to a stop when she heard the creaking coming from the park that she was passing. Curiously, she peeked through the fence to see someone swinging back and forth, and when she recognized the face, a sort of half smirk wormed its way on her lips and she went over in that direction. "Mon ami," she said, stopping at the edge of the sand under the swings. "It is fairly late to be swinging, no?"

One, two, three… crap. One, two, three… nope. One, two… no.

Kieren stopped the pumping of his legs and let the swing ease down on its own. If there had been anyone around , he probably would have looked hilarious. He was a grown man, swinging on a swing-set in the wee hours of the morning. He had been out for his usual run when he had seen the deserted playground. He loved swinging when he was a kid, but he had never been able to jump from his swing. No matter how hard he tried he could never force himself to let go and fly for a few seconds. 

Surely now, surely this time… but no. He could face having guns pointed at his head, and running from the police, but he could not jump out of a swing. 

#kieren #chat #wow i did not mean to put those feels in this oops

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They do. But they're nice. I mean, all these dresses won't pay for themselves after all.

Most people grow out of petty, material things. At least some of us do.

#alexhughes #chat #it's good #but only like the beginning of next generation tbh #it's gone to shit recently

[thegracejacobs]

Oui! Just material things though. Dresses, jewelry, flowers. Petty things really. You can buy a million dresses though.

Don’t I know. More extravagant and more in number,right? But most of them never holding much of a place in my heart. 

#alexhughes #chat #ahhh she's a gem c: #so is nina tbh #though I liked her more in degrassi

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Non, gifts for my birthday are usually much more extravagant. 

Is it your birthday?

#alexhughes #chat #//omg she is not bragging #but just being honest??

[thegracejacobs]

Oh this? It was just on the landing when I opened the door this morning. I'm excited to see what it is.

#a gift from the sugar daddy obv #GOD blake lively with a french accent is my dream tbh #cvrpstarter

[thegracejacobs]

Ah, London. It's an interested city to say the least. If that's how you're taking them, then by all means. Not yet it's not, but don't worry it could become one. I have many things, though unless you're in a certain type of business it's not likely you can give me anything I want.

Si vous ne le faites pas, c'est votre perte. C'est la vie, après tout.

It’s been two years now… Although I took a short visit across the sea when i was living in London. Positive observations are as good as compliments. At the very least it’s not an insult. It depends. I don’t know what you have, to know if i can offer something better. 

Pourriez-vous ? Qui a dit que je veux vous faire ?

#kieren #chat

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When Grace fled France some handful of years ago, she'd never meant to leave her best friend behind. At the time she was hoping to stay away from her parents and as far as she knew Pepper was still in Lyon and to get in touch with her would have been risky. She didn't know what kind of measures her parents--or even Pepper's parents--would have done to bring her back to secure the marriage and if there was one thing grace wouldn't tolerate, it was not having her own life choices. She didn't think her old friend saw that, not in the hurt look in her eyes or the defiant stance she had taken on the sideway. Grace was sure Pepper didn't understand.

Pepper could have said anything when she found out. She could have ran to Grace a milion times over and just whispered those little words so that Grace would have known what she was growing up into. She could have had time to wrap her mind around the idea of marrying her best friend. Despite the fact that Grace never wanted to get married in the first place, she could have come to terms with marrying Pepper. The one who'd always been by her side, the one who put up with her shenanigans. Really the more Grace had thought about it in the time that she had left, the more she didn't hate the idea and thought that her parents had a good idea when they decided to marry their two little girls, but that didn't stop the fact that everyone had lied to her since she was born.

Though the next words came out of Pepper's mouth it was like the other girl had punched her in the stomach and knocked the wind out of her. She was so inherently selfish that it was hard to imagine what sort of turmoil she'd put Pepper through. It had never occured to Grace to think about how Pepper felt about holding that knowledge for years and not saying anything to Grace about it. "Pepper, I--" she started, but the words stuck in her throat.

"I never meant to walk away from you, but I'm not going to sit here and make a bunch of excuses for myself and talk about how I was hurt and this and that. It doesn't matter. You don't know me anymore but it's not like I know you either." Grace sucked in a deep breath and looked at Pepper, her little angry face and her wild and tiny hands and Grace's insides twisted into a painful knot. She missed Pepper, that much was true. And she couldn't go on without the support from her, which she realized is why everything felt so empty lately. And ever since she left France, if she was being honest with herself. "I didn't mean to leave you, Pepper. I hope you know that."

Wrong Place, Wrong Time ♚ Pepper & Grace

It was unfair—It was unfair that when Grace ran, she had what she wanted. No one caught up with her and she was free to do as she pleased. Not her, though, not ever Pepper. She couldn’t outrun the world; She couldn’t even escape Grace, no matter how far she had been, or how long since they last spoke, the blonde was always there. It was infuriating to know she was deep underneath her skin when the blonde didn’t want to be a part of her life in the first place. Pepper chose anger… because the alternative would be too pitiful and it’d break her heart.

Turning on her heels when the woman caught up with her, she repeated: “How dare I?" Her tone was angry; indignant. At this point, it wasn’t just her hands that shook. It ran through her body like an espasm while she tried to hold back the unspoken words that acumulated through the years. She was so angry and she was so sad. “You are right. You are completely right—who the hell do I think I am? It’s not like I’ve know since before either of us could talk… oh, wait.”

She rolled her eyes and licked at her lips, frustrated, when the blonde pointed an accusing finger at her. “Honestly, what do you think I was up to? Do you think I was choosing our wedding dresses behind your back? Picking seats and flowers—what the fuck, Grace? I didn’t know.” Her voice cracked. At the same time Pepper wanted to tell the blonde to go fuck herself, she desperately wanted her to listen for once. “I didn’t know. I heard them, once, but—but I was just a kid, God, I thought of endless sleepovers… How would I—ten years later—How could I’ve known…?”

Pepper brought a hand to her mouth, then used it to swipe a strand of brown hair off her face while she blinked the softness off her eyes. She wasn’t the same girl Grace knew, she was stronger now. She had no choice. “They did that… to us.” Her voice was firm and her hands, steady on her own waist. “And then you just left. You ran away from me too.”

"Maybe you are right. Maybe I don’t know what it feels like to be lied to for that long, but do you have any idea how it feels like…to be abandoned by the one person…—” She lifted one hand in the air to prevent herself from saying another word. “You know what? This is stupid. You have obviously given up on everything you had at home and no amount of talking will bring back the last four years I spent wondering if you were even alive while you enjoyed whatever the hell you’ve done with your new life.” Pepper tore her gaze away from the blonde and took a deep breath in. “I am so sorry that I walked into your life again and tried to tell you what to do. It’s not going to happen again… actually, I’ll go ahead and just pretend that I don’t know you, because I feel like I really don’t anymore.”

#wrong place wrong time #para #para pepper #//WOW BYE WE ARE EVIL PEOPLE