#starter val

How did she get down here again? However it was, she is stood in front of the  Tilt-a-whirl arms on her hip “If we go on there my hair gonna get ruined, can’t you find another ride.” she said nodding towards a different ride, Valentina was not going to ruin her hair for anyone. 

Valentina stood at the end of the bar, dressed in her finest, unlike Gabriela she wouldn’t be caught dead in anything less in public. If she wasn’t dressed to the nines she wasn’t comfortable, she wanted people to look, comment aslong as they didn’t touch... unless she wanted them to. Stakes have been even higher betweenher and Gab since the TRP takeover, but she had won even though the TRP hadn’t let them go yet which definitely rubbed her the wrong way she hated being controlled, told that she couldn’t do things. Valentina offered a warm smile to the person who was staring “if your going to offer to buy me a drink I’ll have a spiced apple cocktail.” Her tone smooth, nectar like.

Gabriella had been walking down the street when the news hit. All she could think about was her parents, her eyes started to swell, a crash as her phone hit the floor. A single year rolled down her face before Valentina snatched control. “Fucking dumb ass bitch crying in the street.” She mined wiping Gabriellas tear away. Every time Gabriella has a vulnerable moment Valentina grabs control of them so they didn’t look weak. “Do that again and I’ll ruin your life” she muttered to herself fuming that Gabriella would cry so openly with their body