#graysonweir

The Easter potluck was never supposed to illicit so many raw emotions in the young woman. However, with tensions already on the rise, Sofia found herself excusing herself from a conversation to head to the bathroom, hoping to get away from the masses before she shed a tear. While her emotions had recently taken control, she tried her best to stay composed so as to not let anyone see her, but tears managed to break through as thoughts of her argument with Brooks and the rest of the evening remained prominent in her mind. Stopping in her tracks just before she reached the door, she covered her face to try and regroup. Taking a few deep breaths so as to calm herself down, Sofia bit the insides of her cheeks to keep herself from crying anymore, though nothing seemed to work.

Pearl was never into labels, relationships, or even love for that matter. To her, it was all some sham, something that couldn’t be real and was all just this make-believe idea of what happiness was like. There were other ways to achieve that good feeling and Pearl was familiar with it, and while using Grayson wasn’t her intention at first, that’s what it seemed to be turning into after managing to fool around with him a couple of times, despite her dad’s warnings. “He hates you, you know.” Pearl chuckled slightly with a smirk. It was probably one of the reasons she had grown close to him, that defiant nature of directly disobeying her dad. “Which doesn’t make any sense to me. If he only knew the other shit I got into.”

💛 : a friendship between our characters