𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐊 ✷ gracie abrams

𝟬𝟮𝟮. ( dream )

RISK
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HALF RETURN
❛❛ standing in the yard, dressed like a kid. the house is white, and the lawn is dead. the lawn is dead. the lawn is dead . . ❜❜
⸻ adrianne lenker

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Blair's hands move quickly as she packs everything she'll need for the next few days into a big, pink suitcase. She's in a rush simply because she wants to get the fuck out of L.A. before Gracie does. She wants absolutely no run-ins with her until they land in Ohio. She doesn't trust herself to not go off on her because of her texting that random girl that Blair already knows she's going to hate - if they ever meet.

A knock on the door snaps her out of her angry trance and she walks up to it quickly before slamming it open. "He- oh..."

Bunny Gilmore smiles at her daughter. "I heard you're flying to Ohio on Madelyn's private jet today," she says.

Blair slaps her for the first time ever. And the only time ever.

"What are you, a stalker now?" she spits, ignoring the way she can feel anger radiating off of Bunny. She can sense some amusement, as well. "Oh, you think this is funny?"

"Blair, sweetheart, I come baring gifts," Bunny tells her daughter who suspiciously stares at her.

"What kind of gifts?"

Bunny doesn't reply verbally. She simply takes a very small gift box out of her purse and holds it out to Blair. "See for yourself," she tells her.

Blair slowly and steadily opens it, preparing herself for any jumpscares or snakes that'll jump out and scare her to literal death. She gradually takes out the thin layer of wrapping paper and gasps softly when she sees what's inside.