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jess marinao x phoebe madonna delgado
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In which Jess and Phoebe are both new to town; Jess as the newest troublemaker and Phoebe as an apparently changed girl.
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࿐࿔*:･ﾟ「 HERE COMES THE MATERIAL GIRL ! *:･
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PHOEBE MADONNA DELGADO. Returning from a trip to England, she'd found herself looking back on the time she'd read 'To Kill A Mockingbird'. It wasn't for any particular reason, maybe the way she'd been curled up against the aeroplane window reminded her of sitting in the small seat at her father's old home in South London, the window-seat there had given her a captivating view of the florist shop across the street. It was always empty, spare the old woman who owned it, she could still picture the scene vividly and it still upset her. It upset her so much that if she'd been even slightly contorted under the effects of even a drop of alcohol, she'd have definitely turned the whole plane around and flown all the way there just to buy the most expensive flower on offer. Empathy ran deep. Luckily for everyone riding with her, she wasn't intoxicated by the sickly poison at all.
That was the reason she'd been in England anyway; not in London, but up North in Yorkshire. She couldn't have stayed in London anymore, her father had been shipped off to prison for a lifetime, for a number of vague reasons that Phoebe didn't need to translate. The green and grassy (maybe they mean too similar things) countryside had served as a rehabilitation centre for Phoebe, where she was kept under the observant eyes of her grandparents. Despite both having strong glasses prescriptions, they managed to be watchful of her every move and so she'd learnt within her first evening of staying there that there was no point in even attempting to steal and conceal a bottle of alcohol. Needless to say she'd sobered up quickly, which was desired considering she was only sixteen.
Now, she was stepping out a taxi and onto the streets of a small Connecticut town: Stars Hollow. Phoebe adjusted the pair of knock-off Prada shades on her head and lugged an over-flowing suitcase behind her as she climbed a pair of steps and banged on the red door in front of her. Phoebe had never carried hand-luggage and now she wondered why, her arm was aching too much.
The door swung open to reveal a man in his late twenties, a striped tie hung loosely around his neck and an unlit cigarette placed haphazardly between his lips.
"Holden." Greeted Phoebe, she pushed him aside and entered the dimly lit home.
"Don't call me that Phoebe. I hate it, remember? I go by Harry now. It's easier." Said Harry, shutting the door and following the younger girl through the house.
Phoebe looked back lazily, chucking the scarf around her neck onto a nearby chair. "Apologies, Harry." She dragged the suitcase into a smaller room, heaving it up onto a bed and turning around to face Harry. "So brother, what have I missed?"
Harry sat on the bed and gazed around the room, he'd not come in while Pheobe was away. Every drawing taped to the walls had been left as it was.
"Not much, Babette and Miss Patty are still gossiping on, they probably know you're back by now. The Gilmore Girls have managed to give the pizza guy our address three times in total, I'm not sure how. Oh and Luke's nephew came to town. You'll like him, everyone keeps saying he's nothing but trouble."
