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valerie casablancas x elijah hewson
chapter twenty-three || 🎬🤍🦢

❝ that i'm chasing up something, but it's me i can't outrun! ❞

      if the past week had told valerie anything it was that she had alcoholic tendencies. she blamed her father, he was always up for a drink and never refused one, and she took after him with that.

    she and elijah were still yet to talk about that conversations but she knew it was going to happen eventually — maybe. part of her hoped he would ignore it, ignore her even. it was for the better, but sadly, she knew him too well. he wasn't just going to ghost her. it wasn't like him.

they hadn't spoken much since the late night call a few days ago. there were simple messages sent, a two second conversation or the odd tiktok/instagram reel sent. other than that, there was no communication. two people getting into whatever situation they were currently in who had shitty communication in the first place made everything worse. it was awkward now and she was just sad she was the one to fuck it up.

to cheer her up, isobel — her lord and saviour — had decided the two needed to go out for drinks. just them. no one else. this was where she realised maybe she was turning into an alcoholic.

    they were at some shitty bar they always went to, it was slightly run down, but they had been going since before they were probably allowed to and the doorman never id'd them — pretty privilege? val thought so.

    isobel was talking the ear off her as they queued up for drink, they had been trying to they the bartender's attention for near ten minutes, but he was very busy and luckily the girls didn't hold grudges.

    isobel's rant stopped when some guy bumped into her, sending the girl flying into valerie. he turned back for a moment to glare at the two, which only made things worse.

    "what a dickhead!" she screeched, shooting daggers at his back as he walked away, "always the wannabe indie cunts."

valerie laughed as the girl collected herself, not realising the words that were about to leave isobel's mouth would have her spiralling.

"all indie bitches are the same. make some stupid band with their friends, get a good girl and then cheat on them and leave them like they were nothing."

valerie immediately went silent. he wouldn't cheat on her, would he? she wasn't a fool, she had heard his music, she knew he had been unfaithful in the past, but he wouldn't. surly.

   her mind was running a thousand miles a minute as she stared blankly at the floor, she had drowned isobel out, but upon her not answering, her friend looked at her.

   "shit." isobel whispered, realising just what she had started. she knew what valerie was like, she knew her words got to her, "val, i was joking — for elijah anyway. he wouldn't do that to you."

    val shook her head, placing a hand on the girls arm, "it's fine. i'm being silly. anyway, shots?"

    "valerie..."

    the girl turned her back and finally gained the attention of the bartender. at least she could drown her thoughts out tonight.

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