Seeing Thomas again for the first time in seven or eight years… Well, it had sent her head back a few years and Gabby knew that there was one person she wanted to talk to right now. But that also meant that she would have to explain everything firstly. She had never told her sister about her last year at Stanford where she had met Thomas properly for the first time. She had never told Geo about the fact that he had been the one who had introduced her to the world of Formula 1 and who indirectly had been the one to get her that job that she had loved so much. She hadn’t told her sister about the fact that she had loved this man but that she had moved away because she was scared of what was to come next? So that was something that she had to tell first.

Gabby had been seated in her car for a few minutes now, several times she had gotten close to driving off again and she finally shook her head, as if she were disgusted with herself. She was Gabby Livingston, for God’s sake. No one - definitely not a man or woman from her past - would throw her off, she had always vowed that to herself. She was the one doing the messing up of heads, not anyone else to her. So she had finally gotten out of the car and made her way up to the front door of Geo’s house. Soon after she had rang the doorbell, the barking from Lilo and Stitch sounded on the other side of the door, making Gabby smile in the process. When the door opened and she was met by her sister, she took a deep breath. “I need to talk to you.”

As it turns out, Jack wasn’t as okay as he thought. Sure, he was content in certain areas. He had his family, his sobriety, and his new home. That was enough to fuel the happiness inside him that didn’t stem from Marion Stewart. But, when he’s alone, and things are left to simmer, it all comes back. The image of them at the top of the lighthouse, Marion vowing that they simply needed to hate one another, it comes in vivid color and sound. Jack can only toss and turn in response, his skin on fire. When he does eventually fall asleep, he jerks awake in no time due to a nightmare where Marion was a hungry hawk and Jack was dead on the street, all blood and gore. It’s morbid, really, this newfound state of thinking. Jack likes to blame the new medication but perhaps this was always inside him, stirring.

Once his body decides that there was no slumber in sight, he sits up, his back pressed against the headboard. There were still boxes around, all filled with the last of his belongings. In the corner, a box of Marion’s old things remained. Inside held a little box where he kept his wedding ring that he used to wear on a chain around his neck, tucked under his shirts. That had been his one piece of development in the story of Jack and Marion. He had finally packed it away. Yet, here he was, still lingering. With that, Jack reaches for his phone, his hands a little shaky. This is the part where he would have resorted to drugs and alcohol. Obviously, this was no longer an option. His nimble fingers text Geo out of the blue, hoping she might be awake at this hour. She replies back a couple minutes later, which feels like hours to Jack. She was in bed with Joanna, who had a nightmare. The hint of a grin graces his expression as he reads the text. Would it be okay if I came over? My brain won’t shut up. He types in response, clicking the little blue button to send it. And like the angel that Georgina was, she says yes. 

F E L I Z   N A V I D A D . . .

                                                               from the shores of Miami 😘

Since adopting Miss Kitty Fantastico several months ago, Harper hadn’t taken her to the vet. There had been no need, since the cat had been given a full check-up before Harper had been allowed to take her home from the animal rescue. But now Harper figured it was time to make sure her kitten was still as healthy as she’d been when the brunette and her sister had adopted her. Which is why, on her day off, she’d put Missy in a cat carrier and taken her to the clinic for her appointment.

Upon arriving in the clinic, Harper had given both her name and Missy’s name to the receptionist. After filling out some paperwork and waiting in the reception area for about ten minutes, she’d been shown into one of the examination rooms, where she took Miss Kitty Fantastico out of the carrier and put her on the table. Just as she was doing so, the door to the exam room open and the veterinarian walked in. Giving her a smile, Harper said “I hope its okay I took her out. I wasn’t sure how long we’d be waiting and she doesn’t really like being in there.” Harper couldn’t blame her. The cat normally had the run of the house Harper shared with her sister.

miles: https://pbs.twimg.com/media/CWCsNLCUYAEeYsU.jpg

miles: gabs! wouldn't it be funny if i sent that to geo saying merry christmas from the future mahir-livingston

“My family. I mean by that my mother and my closest friends. I am incredibly lucky to be surrounded by people as amazing as them and I’ll always be thankful they’re letting me annoy them with hugs and random excited text messages at two in the morning! Geo is like the older sister I’ve always wanted, and Maddie is stuck with me as the younger sister she probably did not want. And Ethan too! Ethan is like that one great cousin I just can’t help but get on his nerves during family dinners. Found family is better than no family at all!”

It wasn’t that Aly wasn’t friendly. She was very friendly. Her mother used to tease, rather complain, that she could make conversation with a brick wall. Striking up conversation was never a problem for her, yet talking about herself was. Not in the superficial sense, of course. Aly could gush about her skincare routine, and favorite fashion brands. She followed all the trends and loved idle gossip. It was just hard for her to open up. Especially about the things that mattered. 

Georgina was Gabby’s sister, and possibly the first person with their head screwed on straight that Aly could actually force herself to be open with. Although, it was still a little weird for her. She wondered what Gabby thought and didn’t want to be a sister stealer. Not that she ever imagined she could replicate the bond between siblings. She knew nothing in this life could’ve come between her and her brother. Except death, of course. Thoughts of which she put out of her head, as she headed into the cutest places for Tapas in town.

“Hi, guapa!” She greeted the older brunette warmly. “You look so cute! I love your shoes. And this restaurant, oh my god! Everything is Christmas themed. How adorable. I hope that means they’re serving eggnog!”