#bowieshore

Struggling to keep up with all the plastic bags full of groceries, the blonde made her way out of Trader Joe’s in hopes of getting a cab. There’s no way she could have walked home like this and as much as Ophelia liked to save money, this wasn’t the perfect situation to do so. Sighing heavily, she walked past the parking area, and it didn’t take her long to realise who’s walking down the sidewalk.

Shit.

It had been a whole month since the last time the blonde had a proper conversation with her cousin. She was still angry -- but looking at him now, it made Phe miss him more. Pressing her lips together, bags hanging from both hands, she stopped in her tracks. 

fallon: hey

fallon: are hanging out with my dad right now?

It was nice to see Jimmy, nice to see Bowie interacting with him, nice to sit with the two of them and have a nearly normal conversation. Nearly normal, considering they were stuck in a visitation room at rehab. Nearly normal, considering the last time the three of them had any semblance of real normalcy between them, Holland was seventeen years old. Things were very fucking different now. Normal was long gone. 

But this --  sitting in a car with Bowie, listening to the radio, rolling her window down and up and back down again as he drove her home --  felt so, so much closer to normal. Holland was almost calm. Almost happy. Relaxed. The drive up she’d been nervous, anxious to spend alone time with an old friend, but now it felt as though everyone had collectively exhaled. 

She lolled her head to the side, green eyes studying Bowie’s side profile. He looked tired, like she felt. “We should stop, grab something to eat. Traffic is going to be shit.” 

Holland looked forward again, her thoughts pouring out as they always did when she felt even remotely comfortable with someone. “It seems like a lot’s changed in the last two weeks, right? He seems ... lighter. He seems alright.” 

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“I think this guy may actually be homeless.” @bazhowlett

“So if Bowie is Jimmy’s son. Then how come Bowie doesn't have loads of kids? maybe he takes after his mom?”

WHEN: NYE - Brando breaks for the bathroom WHERE: Los Globos

He had been dragged out by Rory to attend some New Years Eve fun, and all was going... Well-- he had been witnessed to a few questionable things in the night already, but Brandon wasn’t going to sit here and judge. At least, not judge hard. He still definitely raised a brow in his mind, wondering why the hell any of this seemed like a good idea. He could only imagine what this place could be like on a regular night-- he could only assume this was normal times fifty. 

Brandon wasn’t a party guy. Brandon was a smoke weed at home, and hang out with his dog kind of guy.

Fallon: Allowing each other to view our spotify histories was a thrilling choice.

Fallon: Sibling bonding is one thing but knowing you listened to This Must Be The Place seventeen times today?

holls: Heyo

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