#winnie6

There’s parts of Austen that knows she shouldn’t feel so nervous about a few hours off of the campsite with Winnie by her side. It’s not a bad nervous, though. She’s just unsure of what’s going on in her head after talking to Roman about the whole thing. 

“I’m so glad I dressed accordingly.”

 There’s a big grin on her lips as she looks to Winnie, the two just stepping out of her Jeep. 

She’s always been one to consider where she’s going and pack things that are on theme - currently decked in daisy dukes, a short sleeve button down, and a brown suede fringe jacket. It suits the Pioneertown surroundings. She’s elated by this. 

   Grayson had nothing short of kidnapped Winnie from his bedroom where he’d isolated himself. The Spice Girls album repeated itself once... twice... and on the third rotation, Grayson shot up from his bed, stomped down the hall, and bustled them both into his car, and started the engine. 

   Aiden and Abby had spent more time together lately, and as happy as Gray was for them, he felt a little uncomfortable attempting to interrupt their time with his own drama. Emmy was, well, doing whatever it was Emmy did to get over her anger at both of her clueless roommates, and as far as Gray was concerned; Winnie needed a damn intervention. It just worked out well that Grayson needed him, too. So they drove, with no real destination in mind, just cruising around town for now. Grayson’s eyes on the road, one arm draped casually over the wheel, the car pleasantly warm, and classic rock playing quietly on the radio. 

   “Listen,” Gray began, finally speaking as they pulled away from the road that led to the beach house. Winnie was trapped with him now. “You’re upset, Emmy is upset, and I’m sorry for you guys, but I think I need you right now, and you need me.”