#c; sofia

"Hey Guin, why don't you go order and grab a seat. I just need to talk to someone real quick." He said as he handed over his debit card and gave his sister a kiss on the head. He had spotted her through the window, the girl. He had seen her around and this was the forth time now. This was a massive city, filled with millions of people, that was no coincidence he was setting his eyes on her again. He slipped into the seat across from her, "I think you are stalking me." He said before flashing his charming smile, "That for fate really wants us to meet."

‘ robyn, i hate to ask this, but can you help me reach the cereal? ’ sofia sighed as she sat in her chair, her hand barely reaching the shelf that the box was on. ‘ i don’t know who thought it was a good idea to move the cereal to somewhere i couldn’t reach it, and it’s annoying. ’ 

Tamsin finds Sofia’s to be one of the harder personalities to pick apart and that lowkey infuriates her. Sure, she thinks Sofia is kind and lovely but meeting someone who gives you little to no information that you can use against them is torture for a manipulative person such as Tamsin.

Ah shit,” Nirvana cursed under her breath as she walked into the apartment, bag knocking over the vase set on the table, glass going everywhere. The girl was beyond gone from the amount of liquor she consumed that evening after her shift, the hour now approaching the peak of dawn. The only thing she could hope for was that Sofia wasn’t home, or at least not woken up by the mess.

     the young teens body was immediately filled with denial at her mom’s words without even thinking about it.   the words simply rolled right off her tongue.   “we’re just joking around with each other.”   the biggest problem laid in the fact that she actually believe that.   that they were just joking around with each other.   what sofia didn’t realize was how one sided it all was.   how the other girl may not be finding those texts and interactions as joking around.   it didn’t even occur to her, it just made her feel better.    being the kid of two lesbians was hard enough.   try adding two lesbian surgeons who’s schedules were packed and feeling like you had no friends everywhere you where.   feeling alone was no excuse for these actions, but it was at least part of the cause for such and for the denial.

     "What's all the hullabaloo about?"