#joelabernathy.

georgia: my bed only squeaks a little when it moves.

brynn: You'll have to give me a proper tour of this place.

there was not much georgia could participate in at this festival, unfortunately, but thankfully the watering can wasn’t serving just strawberry related things. finishing off her second beer she moved into the bar, having taken a seat by herself out on the patio earlier. “excuse me,” she hummed as she squeezed past joel, flashing him a smile, “just trying to get to the bar.” 

GEORGIA: where can i go swimming in the middle of the night when i want to go swimming?

today was the first time since the arrest and breakdown that georgia ended up stranded in mobile, that she was leaving her apartment. of course her main motivation to do this was that she was out of ice cream. she had this idea that if she walked down main street, makeup done and wearing something cute, people wouldn’t know what had happened. she knew that it wasn’t true, given it was printed in the newsletter. she was rounding the corner towards the custard shop when she spotted joel. god she missed him. she hated that she missed him. biting down on her lip she approached him, tapping on his shoulder to get his attention. once he had turned around she offered a small smile, “hey.. i just wanted to say thank you for um.. whatever you pulled that got the DAs office to not press charges on me. i know it was you, so uh.. thanks.” 

georgia: wanna get married tonight?

as she walked from her place to joel’s she rethought her moves every second of the way. what if she had a completely different idea of what had happened the night prior... or was it technically two nights prior? it was shortly after midnight and the concept of a new day starting before she went to bed always confused her. a new day to her was whenever she woke up. best case scenario? he was as nice as she remembered. worst case? he was a dick who was confused as to why she was there. mediocre case scenario? he didn’t answer and she left the cake on the doorstep. stepping up to the door she knocked a few times, chewing on her bottom lip as she waited. when his face finally appeared, she winced slightly at the black eye she had caused. well, that wasn’t a dream, she thought to herself. “hey...” she stated quietly. clearing her throat she lifted up the cake, “i heard it was your birthday so i made you a cake.” she paused before adding, “and i wanted to see how the eye was doing, too.” another short pause. “happy birthday!”