Fashion Life

“I agreed to go to the carnival with you, but that doesn’t mean I’ll have that much fun.”

“Are you joking me? Carnivals are always fun, I’m sure you’ll have a good time too!”

“I am not.” he protested before turning around to see the man again, only to see that he was gone. It was Reid in his place. “Hey, that’s Reid, the other guy is gone, thank God. Wait - Reid is checking me out? You think?”

“But you weren't listening.” She had the time to protest before nearly choking on her drinks at his words. Looking up, she could only notice the man had indeed been replaced by Reid. “Wait, you didn’t notice? He checks you out whenever he gets the chance to.”

“That works too, it’s not like I’m in a hurry to go anyway. God damn, I was just visiting a friend and going to the beach and this happens. I am Liam, by the way. What’s you name, love?”

“Florence.” She replied absent mindedly. What she had spotted outside wasn’t a vampire, it was worse: her mothe was getting home early. “Hey mom. This is Liam.” She said, noticing the interogative looks the older woman was giving him. Which only gave Flo an even better idea. “He’s my boyfriend.” She added with a smirk, linking arms with him.

“I thought a lot fell under the category of summer clothes.” She wondered with a shrug. “I should stop by your shop sometime soon.”

“I think a lot falls under a lot of categories. Maybe that’s why I’m not making too much of a big deal about it?” She suggested. “You should! And I could get you a discount since I’ll be drinking from your bottle.”

Maia’s face brighten at the sound of competition even if she deep inside knew there was no competing against Flo’s house. “I would be all up for that, but I wouldn’t want to hurt your feelings.”

“Oh please, Maia. You can’t break my feelings so easily.” Florence replied, a grin lingering on her lips. “You know what? This should be a carnival event! Like a judge the house contest.”

Maia looked at her curiously, stopping herself from answering with a snarky remark. “I wouldn’t go that far. It’s definitely bigger though.”

“We’ll see about that. Maybe we should hold a friendly house competition and see what people think.” She joked.

“Okay then…” Danielle turned right around and took the bottle out again. “Congratulations and let’s indeed celebrate! Tell me all about it.”

“Well, there really isn’t anything special about it. Just Summer clothes.” She said, holding her hand towards the bottle. “And a few bikinis too.”

“I was listening, of course, you were talking about - um - no, I wasn’t  listening actually, sorry.” he said sounding very apologetic. “No he’s not, wait, really? He is?”

“Gosh, you’re such a bad friend!” Florence teased, raising the glass to her lips, letting her eyes drift to the older male again. “Oh he’s definitely checking you out. No doubt about it.”

“Ah, I’m Lee. Your door was open and my sister’s dog just ran through here. I was coming to see if I could get it back.” 

“Oh. I’m so sorry for reacting like this, let me help you find it. I know this house better than you do, after all.”

“Which is why, never go to Google, surely it will cause more stress.” She laughed, looking at the redhead as she followed her– a frown settling on her lips. “Relationships change as one gets older, but nothing compares to a mother/daughter relationship, does she have hair just like yours? It’s beautiful.” She was sure the other had heard that amany times, but still– she smiled sweetly at the other, following suit.

“Google is so unreliable. I’ve already died countless times of a cold according to it.” She grinned, although it didn’t stay long on her lips. “We’ve just... had a rough time in the past years. Maybe it’s time I move out.” She suggested, grabbing a glass once she got to the kitchen. “She does. So did my dad. Guess it was in my genes to have firey hair. And thanks, I care a lot about it”

    lowering herself into the seat opposite the redhead, rose places her hands on the table to steady herself. deep breaths, focus on where you are. she knows this is not what she is supposed to do. her father has told her repeatedly to stop trying to block the voices out, to listen to them instead, but she just can’t. to do so feels like giving in to them. “no, no i’m okay-” she manages to mumble, lifting her eyes to center on the girl’s porcelain features. “it’s just a thing that happens sometimes. i’m fine, really. how’s your coffee ??” the blonde rambles, looking to distract herself with any conversation available.

Seeing as the other was able to sit without any troubles, Florence sat back where she was seconds ago. She didn’t want to push the other girl, but clearly, something seemed wrong. “Well, tell me if it gets bad. I’ll drive you to the hospital.” She said again before turning her eyes to her cup of coffee. Which she had barely even touched, focused on making sure Rose was fine. “Yeah, it’s prefect.” Flo said, looking back the girl.

“Because there’s a vampire right outside your house trying to pounce on me. You distract it while I get the fuck out  of here.”

“I’m not playing bait with your vampire! Just stay inside until it leaves.” She sighed, glancing outside the window, trying to see the vampire.

“It’s like looking up sickness online, never good.” Norah was always very observant to how she was, that she didn’t walk too fast- that she wasn’t– what she was; steps were careful, as if she was a human. “Are you and your mother close?” She asked, looking up as the redhead walked down– “Some water would be fine, thank you.”

“And according to Google, I’m pretty sure all sicknesses are deadly.” She joked before her face turned a little serious. To others, Florence was sure she looked close to her mother, but that wasn’t exactly the case. “I gues we are? We used to be a lot closer.” She admitted before nodding, already turning in the direction of the kitchen. “Then some water you will get!”

♔ angry text

Florence ⇄ Piper: can you please stop calling me? and texting me? i don’t need a reminder dad didn’t love my mom enough to only stick to one woman, and not two

Florence ⇄ Piper: makes me wonder if i don’t have more half sisters scambled around the world

♠ drunk text

Florence ⇄ Piper: i swera i lov uyo

Florence ⇄ Piper: i mean, i dnot

Florence ⇄ Piper: but i gues i colud

♣ text not meant for you

Florence ⇄ Piper: gosh she’s so annoying, always texting me and bugging me

Florence ⇄ Piper: sorry, that was meant for hugo

✘ text that should never have been sent

Florence ⇄ Piper: i may not like you, but i gotta admit you look stunning. and i think i would love to dress up someone that looks like you, or make a dress for you

Florence ⇄ Piper: if you want to, i mean

☢ desperate text

Florence ⇄ Piper: i know this will sound weird, but can i come sleep over at your place?

“That does make sense, it’s such a large house– I have a sense of worry. But that can come from watching far too many TV shows.” She smiled softly, taking in a deep breath for a moment. “Sure, why not? It’s a beautiful home.”

“I can understand that. TV shows all make us feel a little less secure.” Flo agreed, making her way down the stairs. “Well, thank you. We really worked hard to make this look pretty. Can I get you anything to drink, or eat?”