#f2f 002

Adelaide shifts in the front seat of her car, looking out of the window to Aspen’s place. It had been awhile. Far too long, if she were honest. Their connection went beyond having dated. Their connection went beyond just spending a couple of years together. There were pieces of Addy that no one had ever seen except Aspen. The pieces where Adelaide had fallen completely apart and was a total sweetheart that flipped a switch into a cold human at the drop of a hat. Aspen saw that transition. Aspen knew Addy more than anyone else on this earth and maybe that’s why the universe kept leading her there. 

Grabbing the orange juice from her front seat, the blonde, clad in ked, joggers, and a slightly too revealing vneck, headed to the front door. The breeze on her skin as she walked felt just as Adelaide did in the recent days, cold and alone. Shaking her thoughts away as she opened the door to Aspen’s abode, the girl yelled. 

“Aspen, I swear to God if you already have orange juice, I’m going to murder you,” her voice was loud, laced with annoyance. 

[Dara slowly walked barefoot across the tiled floor of Valentina’s bathroom. She surely hadn’t realized how good it would feel to have her warm feet against cool tile after her shower. Wrapped in a towel, she made her way out of the room and attempted to find the older woman. Their day together so far had been relaxing and Dara was happy to have gotten a nap and shower in. Stumbling across the open door of Valentina’s office, she leaned against the door frame, watching her. She mouthed hello, waving coyly as to not disrupt her work. She stepped to turn away before looking over her shoulder at the woman. She was so god damn gorgeous.]

It had become somewhat of a routine--every Tuesday after chess club, Jesse made his way to the Berry residence to tutor Arielle. The way that her other siblings wandered troough the dining room where they had everything set up and said hi to him, the way that Mrs. Anderson always offered to let him stay for dinner but he always had to get home beforehand--it gave him a false sense of permanence, and despite how false it was, it was something that he desperately needed. After Rachel assumed he was Blaine and hounded him about rehearsal schedules for the umpteenth time, Arielle invited Jesse up to her room, insisting it would be an easier setting to study in.

“Your room is lovely,” Jesse said, keeping his hands folded politely in front of him as he stepped into the bedroom. “Should we get back to studying?” Looking for a place to set his things down, Jesse settled with the floor in front of the vanity, at least to place his backpack.