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[oh my god....i'm like super excited for this group....and rachel bilson i loveee you.]

INTRO;

name: Allegra Millicent “Millie” Brandt
"some girls were just born with glitter in their veins"
age: 21
neighbourhood: brooklyn
style: demin, heels, singlets, military, nautical, it bags
school: Parsons fashion and design merchandising graduate
job: NYLON resident style advisor
personality: Being the daughter of a high power criminal attorney and a New York socialite Millie was born into a life of luxury. She lived the high life until she realised that the money wasn't buying her freedom, it was paying for her imprisonment. So she took off on an adventure around the world; drinking, smoking, drugs they were all soon to follow. Except for one catch, she’s remained a....half virgin. For some reason she was just waiting for Mr. Right, she found him and then lost him and has been mourning the breakup ever since. It’s safe to say that the whole thing turned her into a bit of a cynic and a harsh b.tch who always tells the truth. Since then she always keeps her lovers on a leash and never gets too attached or lets them get too close to her. To sum Millie up, no one can love her, but no one can hate her either.
family/history: With parents who are more devoted to their own lives and careers than the lives of their children, she’s been living alone since she was sixteen and has a lot of freedom.
relationship status: single
relationship with others: she lives by herself in Brooklyn. Her family knows Charli’s family, so they know of each other but aren’t close. Her and Katherine are often out at parties and nightclubs together and see Ryder there. She doesn’t know Dylan.
model: rachel bilson
taken by: wealllaughatgildedbutterflies

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[flashback]

millie;

I watched open mouthed as my sister threw the last of Jake’s shirts out of the window, "There," She smiled at me, "He's out of your life."
I gripped the window sill with my hands, watching wide eyed as the cluster of shirts and converse fluttered down and covered the street below.
"Please don't cry." Chloe murmured as she pulled me away from the window. 
"I'm not." I replied as I wiped my eyes quickly before she noticed. 
“Do you seriously think that he’s crying over you right now?” She asked her hands on her hips.
I swallowed, “Maybe-“
She shook her head, “He’s not Mills! He’s the man who left you to move to Europe so he could because a ‘serious’ photographer…” She took a deep breath, “Do not! And I repeat! DO NOT cry over him!”
I nodded, “Okay…” I replied softly, I could always cry some more later when I was alone.
She sighed and pushed me down onto the couch, “Have you met the men in my life Mills? There’s Jack, Jim and Jose…” She smiled wickedly as she pulled a bottle of each from the cupboard. “See! Now this is a real relationship,” She said as she waved a bottle of Jack Daniels in my face.
I shook my head, “It’s not the same.” 
I didn’t want Jack, Jim or Jose…I just wanted Jake….My Jake…
She rolled her eyes at me, “How is it not?! They still give you that warm feeling inside,” 
I narrowed my eyes at her, “That’s a different kind of warm feeling Chlo….”
She shook her head, “Whatever. The fact of the matter is Jake is gone, he’s not coming back. So you need to pick yourself up and get the f.ck over it…Buy a vibrator!”
I put my face in my hands, “When did you become such a harsh b.tch?” I muttered.
“It’s from mom,” She shrugged her shoulders, “And brace yourself it’s hereditary. Now get off that size two a.s of yours and get dressed because we’re going out-“
I shook my head, “No…”
“Yes, because I have a gig to get to and you are my number one groupie.”
“You sing in a lesbian punk band Chlo. You have plenty of groupies…”
She nodded enthusiastically, “True! But at least I can guarantee you that you won’t be doing a walk of shame tomorrow morning,”

[present]

I inwardly rolled my eyes as Edward continued to go on and on about his self. I cursed my mother for setting me up on this date. 
"Millie?" 
"Hmm?" I said turning my attention back to Edward.
"Did you hear what I said?" 
"What?" I asked as I took a long sip of my drink which was more vodka than cranberry.
“I asked you if you wanted to share a dessert,”
I gave Edward a long stare. Our date was as boring as his name. 
I shook my head, “I’m okay….”
Chloe was so into her Brazilian bombshell of a date that she didn’t even realize that there was another couple sitting across the table from her. She had also completely ignored my last three ‘we should really go home and feed our cat,’ excuses.
I downed the last of my drink, “So…Eddie you’re in a band?”
He cleared his throat, “Actually its Edward…and yes.”
I nodded, “What kind of music do you guys play?” 
He smiled, “Well we do a really good cover of Achy Breaky Heart….”
I covered my mouth with my hand to hold in my laughter. It didn’t seem to help, people were staring.
“Chloe you still talk to mom is this a joke? Am I being punk’d right now?!” I grinned at her.
She looked up at me and shook her head, not saying anything. 
“Seriously, this guy is a total joke.” I turned to him, “How much are they paying you?”
He narrowed his eyes at me, “No one is paying me anything.” 
I ran my fingers through my hair, “Sooorrrry.”
“Mills, I think you’re a little bit drunk maybe we should head home?” Chloe asked from across the table.
“Actually why don’t you all stay and enjoy your evening, I’ll leave," Edward declared to the table before standing up and walking purposefully towards the door.
“Because men always leave!” I yelled after him, before rolling my eyes, "So I guess I have to pay for myself then..." 
Now I was f.cking pissed off.
That was that. I would never love again.
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