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

❝ and at once i knew, i was not magnificent! ❞

elijah hewson was an annoying bastard and his sister, eve, couldn't take it anymore. their other two siblings had departed from the kitchen a long time ago, but eve had decided to stay with her brother, not wanting to leave him in the cold kitchen alone. she regretted her decision as he let our yet another huff.

she slammed her phone down on the table, "are you done? why are you huffing and puffing? planning on blowing the house down soon or?"

he made sure to sigh very dramatically as he looked up from his phone to meet her eye before looking straight back down.

"okay, what the fuck is your problem?" she asked, officially having enough of his shit.

"mind your business, memphis." he raised his eyebrow.

she faked a laugh for a moment before every trace of it was wiped from her face, "okay, guggi q, you're not leaving until you tell me what is wrong." she stood up and locked the kitchen door.

elijah pointed to the back garden, "i'll just go out there."

"in the cold irish weather? are you insane? it's baltic out there."

    he hadn't thought about that, "i'm a grown man."

     she laughed in his face, her finger pointed at him, "you're twenty five! you're still a baby to me, anyway."

    "twenty five — grown man." he defended.

    "are you gonna tell me or what?"

    "no!"

    "is it because of valerie? i haven't heard you talk about her in months."

    his face dropped, "fuck off. i am not talking about this with you."

    "oh, my god! did she break up with you." he glared at her, "oh, she did... i can only offer you two drinks on me and no more, no less."

    he grabbed his car keys from the end of the table, "deal."

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valerie casablancas was in the exact same situation. she was currently sat at a table in front of gracie abrams and paul mescal, and it was safe to say she wanted to kill herself everytime he opened his mouth.

she wasn't sure how many glasses of wine she had gone through, but she could tell it was a lot because every time the waiter came by and asked if she wanted more and when she said 'yes' they looked shocked, but she assumed the bill was on paul, so why not go all out?

"so, valerie." he smiled at her, and she had to smile back and drop the fork that was about to shovel chocolate cake into her mouth, "surprised this isn't a double date. i thought you were going out with — what's his name... elijah hewson?"

"oh!" she said, nose wrinkling.

"he's a great guy. i've hung around with him and his band a couple times. crazy bastards and i thought they'd be real chill and laid back because of how they present themselves online, but..."

she laughed like she always did when someone mentioned him. it had been nearly three months since the two had spoken, but his name still made her smile, even when it shouldn't.

    she would be lying if she said she didn't miss him like crazy, but there was nothing she could do.

    "yeah, he's... something." her voice was soft, and gracie sent her a look which she ignored.

    "how come he's not here tonight?"

    valerie was silent for a second, "um... oh, you know. sometimes things don't work out."

    "they broke up."

    "gracie! i was trying to spare him." she pointed to the man who was now bright red.

    paul brought his hands up to his face, "oh, no. i feel like an asshole now. i'm so sorry, valerie."

   "it's okay! i swear! i swear to you that's it's okay." she had stopped saying the word 'promise', "you didn't know."

   "i am really sorry though." 

    "paul, it's okay."

    he then turned to his girlfriend, "and you! why didn't you tell me?"

    "i did?" gracie smiled, her cheeks going red.

    bitches, valerie thought, flaunting their relationship around. absolute bitches.

double update because i'm trying it bullying myself into writing the last chapter
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