when snapchat goes wrong

ione james

SCOUT

SCOUT ANSWER YOUR FUCKING PHONE

no, don't answer your phone, JUST DELETE THAT SHIT OFF SNAPCHAT

oh my god, i'm trying to figure out how to log in as you but i don't fucking understand snapchat

holy fuck, CALM DOWN. from the party? why would i need to delete those? WHAT IS WRONG WITH THEM??????

wait, you meant to post these?

I DON'T THINK WE'RE TALKING ABOUT THE SAME SNAPS, SCOUT.

i was only posting from the party? WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT? i don't understand what's wrong with stuff of me and my friends at a party.

okay, don't freak out. don't freak out, but i think you accidentally posted some that you didn't mean to post. i just assumed they were supposed to be for des...

i still have no idea what you're talking about.

OH MY GOD JESUS FUCK

IT'S OKAY. IT'S OKAY, BE CALM, DON'T FREAK OUT. JUST DELETE THEM. IT'S FINE. JUST DELETE THEM.

I DON'T KNOW HOW TO DUCKING DELETE THEM THEY WON'T DELETE OMG WHAT DO I DO

I DON'T KNOW WHAT I'M DOING THIS IS WHY I SAVE THIS SHIT FOR SKYPE

HOLD ON I'M GOOGLING IT

okay there's a little menu button, on the right, click that? then tap on the snap and a trash can should show up, then you can delete it. try that?

i'm too drunk for this shit.

oh, got it.

fuck WHAT DID I DO

it's okay, it's late, maybe no one saw?

you know, aside from me, your stalker.

yeah right, people are like fucking vultures. i was wondering why des wasn't responding to me... I WOULD DO SOMETHING LIKE THIS. my publicist is gonna kill me

look, i know, if it were me i'd probably board a plane to morocco and never return but they're just boobs

i shouldn't have said that. do not get on a plane to morocco.

i wanna die instead. why didn't i double check? THE WORLD DID NOT DESERVE TO SEE THOSE.

brittany, don't say things like that. the first thing, not the second thing, that part's true. i mean it's a great rack, des barely even deserves to see it.

TRUE, he's a lucky son of a bitch. will you call me? i'm not gonna be able to get back to sleep now.

give me a minute and then i'll call and talk to you until you fall asleep, okay? i love you.

Greeting

Voicemail

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Tanya Hartfield

March 13, 2016 at 9:56 AM

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Call Back

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Scout, I understand you don't want to answer your phone or even discuss this right now. But it's important and we need to talk ASAP. In the meantime, do as I say this time and lay low. Stay off of social media, don't comment and do your best to avoid getting photographed this week. Please call me back. I'll handle everything but we need to be on the same page. We've been through worse. Hang in there.

Scout Herring @scoutherring
social media mistakes ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ 10:02 AM - 13 Mar 2016

Scout Herring @scoutherring
don't tell me any of you haven't done it before. it was bound to happen sometime and hey, at least you all got a free show. you're welcome 💋 10:04 AM - 13 Mar 2016

Scout Herring @scoutherring
don't worry, i learned my lesson and i hope you guys did too. keep those types of things in private texts 10:05 AM - 13 Mar 2016

chloe lambert

Can you see if BH will reschedule our meeting tomorrow? Or even see if they would be willing to do it by Skype? Can you also come stay at the house and watch Jack for a few days? I need to get out of here. Thanks Chlo, I'll call you later xoxo

Oh yeah, I won't have to Skype into that production meeting for Terminal. Notify everyone that I can be there in person.

London? Sure thing.

It's nearly 5 am before she arrives at her destination and she's grateful for the key she has in her possession. He isn't expecting her arrival then. In fact, he doesn't know that she's coming. In the grand scheme of things, the events of the day aren't enough to warrant a breakdown. And she's fine, for the most part, but she's desperate for a quick hit.

Her attempt to sneak into the bed is unsuccessful and she presses a finger to his lips when he stirs. She doesn't want to explain. Questions can be answered later in the morning. All she wants is to reclaim her rightful spot beside him. She feels his hand move across her back and her weight instinctively sinks into the mattress. An ocean had separated them just hours before, and she's determined to not let a millimeter of air get in the way now. His touch is magic, sending thousands of goosebumps down her spine yet soothing her worries instantaneously. A quiet strength commands the burden of her embarrassment to release from her shoulders and float away.

Not long ago it was cocktails of alcohol and stimulants that she'd send coursing through her veins to mask the aftermath of her mistakes. A temporary fix that only mended her broken pieces together for so long. Eventually they'd refracture under pressure. Now the only thing she craves is him. A better, stronger fix that would not only mend, but perform a full soul revival before dawn.