"I wanna grab both your shoulders and shake, baby, snap out of it. (snap out of it!)"

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1999.

You don’t get why everyone’s so infatuated with Angelina Jolie.

You’re co-stars, and quite frankly? You hate her. You've never admitted it to anyone, but she’s always acted passive aggressive, sometimes outwardly hostile towards you, and you’ve done the same. That’s why it makes no sense whatsoever that you’re bandaging up her hand right now. It's an oddly... intimate and delicate experience for two enemies to have.

“Ow, christ.” She hisses as you put pressure on her cut. “God, that hurts like a fuckin' bitch."

“You don’t have to be nice to me, y’know.” You say, sighing and shaking your head as you cup her hand to wrap another layer around. "Pretend to like me."

"I'm not, 'm just waitin' for my hand to be bandaged so I can leave. What makes you think I'm being nice to you, anyway? You were just the closest trailer to mine." She glares straight ahead.