marley

01 — Do you have a good relationship with your parents?

“my mom is my best friend.  people used to say i was her mini-me.  we get along great.  as for my dad well, he left when we were young.  i don’t like to talk about it.  besides, i have my step-dad, and i love him.  he’s all i need.”

02 — Who did you last say “I love you” to?

“my brother, i think.  he’s a stinker but i love him.”

03 — Do you regret anything?

"i mean, yeah, a lot of things.  they say not to have regrets, right?  my mom has always told me that, but it’s hard not to.  i just try to look to the future i guess, and hope it brings good things.”  

04 — Are you insecure?

"is anyone not insecure?  of course i am.  but i try to practice self love, and there are a lot of things i love about myself.  it’s important to remember that stuff too.

05 — What is your relationship status?

"single pringle”

Adelaide smiled a little, nodding at her words. “Exactly, and there are still plenty of frogs left to kiss before we find our prince charming.” Adelaide confirmed, taking another sip of her coffee and wrinkling her nose. “It’s just so… tedious.” She let out a small groan. “People always talk about how they found their perfect match, and they make it look so easy.”

*ﾟ+.*.｡ —       IT WAS ANOTHER slow day at turn the page, noticeable in how winona was currently propped against the checkout counter, a book in one hand and a cup of boba in the other. lilac liquid sloshed against the side of the plastic cup as she tipped the straw closer to her mouth, gaze never once straying from the page that held her rapt attention.

until, that was, the bell atop the door jingled — at which she promptly turned, startled & reasonably embarrassed, to greet the customer. ❝   w-welcome to turn the page !! are you looking for anything in particular today ?❞ this was all said, of course, as winona attempted to keep from choking on a tapioca pearl.

     she heard the familiar ring of the bell as she pushed open the bookstore door.  not only was turn the page a popular spot for students to pick up textbooks, but it was also the workplace of her friend, winnie, and she often stopped by to visit.  “just me!” she called as the other greeted her.  “are you okay?”

Rosie smiled at her and looked around the shop. There was no one else around. “Well, I’m not supposed to do this, but I could give you a discount since it’s your birthday and all. As for suggestions, you seem like an orchid.” She scanned her. “Yes, you’re definitely an orchid.”

“I can understand that.” Adelaide nodded slowly. Some of the people she had gone out with were at her mother’s suggestion. Similar types to what Marley had described- doctors and lawyers and politicians in the making, and they simply didn’t do it for her. “I just… I want someone real.” Adelaide admitted. “I want someone sweet, someone kind. I want someone who makes me feel safe, you know?”

Rose was tending to daisies when the customer strolled in. She didn’t bother looking up, more concerned with the wilting flowers than with a potential sale. Really, she did better around plants and animals than people. They were much less complicated. She avoided eye contact as long as she could before acknowledging that no other florist would take care of this for her. She smiled and finally looked up. “How can I help you today?”

“Right!?” Marley had a very similar upbringing to her own. Of course she had it instilled in her how to be a lady, Adelaide just doubted that her mom was as… intense as hers. “I really do, every woman deserves better than that.” She made a face, taking another sip of her coffee and shaking her head. “I really do need to find this guy though, this whole bad date thing is getting really old.” She sighed, pushing her red locks out of her face. “What about you? Any news on the dating front?”

“Listen, I know I’m old fashioned to a point, but I do think that the guy who asked for the date should pay for it.” Adelaide ranted to the other as she sipped at her coffee, her brows furrowed. Another bad date- the third one this month.  The amount of bad dates Adelaide had been on over the last few months was just staggering. Maybe her standards were too high, or maybe the men of Apple Peak were just duds. “It’s not that he forgot his wallet, he just didn’t pay. He literally pushed the ticket towards me.” Adelaide shook her head, tucking a lock of red hair behind her ear. “What do you think about this mess?”

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