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Jennifer was knee deep in marking and after everything else she had on her plate it was an oddly soothing experience. Something simple she could engage in. Time seemed to fly by and before she knew it the bell was ringing for the end  of the day. She stretched in her chair and made to get up when she heard a knock at her door, frowning slightly so looked over and pushed herself up.

“Come in.”

The blonde was standing in front of the door, her arms crossed as she stood there. She was trying to stay calm, the nerves growing beneath her skin as her heart began to pick up in speed. She didn’t know who was going to be there, hell she might end up knowing no one but the brunette at all, yet it wasn’t that what worried her, not at all. Perhaps she’d bump into someone who knew her, who she’d snapped at. Someone who might’ve seen her true colors for a brief moment, and if it was the case, the blonde would end up chewing all the licorice strips she’d brought with her to stop herself from talking or saying anything. The last thing the blonde needed was for a group of people to grow suspicious of her. Stepping inside with the bags she carried, Brooke’s lips curved into a bright smile, her eyes landing on Taylor. “Hey!” She spoke, making her way towards were all the presents were supposed to be. “This all looks.. Amazing.”

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He felt the sun rays hitting his face, slowly lighting up their room as the sun rose and that was what made Scott wake up. His arm was wrapped around her, his eyes squeezed shut as he buried his face in the crook of her neck. The one thing he wished they could do was stay like that forever, curled up in their bed without anyone bothering them. The only sound to be heard were the cars driving past their street from time to time, yet it didn’t really bother him. He was too focused on the slow beat of her and Tobi’s heart to even notice. Scott’s fingertips brushed against her arm, his chin resting on her shoulder as his chest was pressed against her back. He didn’t want to move, but he had to. The strong urge to get up and use the bathroom was forcing him to move. The last thing he wanted to do was wet the bed. After having placed a small kiss on her shoulder. Scott got up and made his way to do his business and once he’d done it and cleaned himself up a little bit, the male found himself walking back into their room, his hand reaching for his phone only to see how late it was. 8:34 a.m, april the 15th. Scott’s brows furrowed as he sat down on the edge of the bed. He felt as if he was forgetting something. Scott’s gaze drifted to her, before he looked around himself. He was missing something, he knew it and he couldn’t figure out what it was, until he thought of Tobi again, and that’s when it hit him. “Shit...” He breathed, his eyes widened and he quickly placed his phone down, hands lightly moving to her as she gently began to shake her. “Taylor, wake up, Taylor..” He pleaded. He hoped to God she wouldn’t kill him for this. He swore he had set the alarm, but it hadn’t gone of or maybe he’d actually forgotten to sent him. Shaking his head, a frustrated sigh parted his lips. “Taylor.. Baby Shower, wake up we’re going to be late.”

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Scott’s hands rested on the lower of her back as they both walked into their dinner. He’d suggested the idea of going back to the place where he first took her, have a date before their lives would change drastically in a few weeks, yet mainly he’d asked her out because he wanted to, because he wished to spend time with her like that. Maybe it wasn’t the most luxurious restaurant in town, yet it was the place where they met. The place where they both played that game 20 questions for the first time, something he’d insisted in because he wished to get to know her and God he was glad he’d taken her there. Once they were both sat in a booth, Scott took her hand, his fingertips brushing against her skin and he couldn’t help the small sigh which parted his lips. “This place brings back some good memories..” He said softly. Scott remembered everything about that day. He remembered having a bowl of Reese’s puffs for breakfast before going for a run that morning, a run which lead him to meet her, or well slam into her. Following after the guy who’d stole her purse was also something he remembered. He did also know that he hadn’t given her appearance much attention until she’d agreed to go with him for lunch and sat down. It was that moment in which he’d really been able to take a look at her. His heart had skipped a beat something which had only ever happened with Allison before, but at the time he didn’t know how intense things between them would get, how intense that skipped beat actually had been. Things back then were very much different, but there they were sat inside the same booth over a year later with a kid on the way and the thought of proposing to her in his mind. “I think.. I might get that burger.”

Elijah was far more pleased than words could truly express to having a lunch date with Taylor. Frankly, he needed the distraction from other events that consumed him more than he was able or willing to admit to another. Sleep evaded him more often than it had before, leading him to focus too hard on trying to find answers about Illyria. It seemed, however, that what little information discovered didn’t quite proved to be useful. He wasn’t going to admit to Katerina that she was right, he needed more, maybe her aide. Not anything he considered a true optinion until he exhausted all other options. He’d speak to Rebekah and Freya before any true decision was made. When he arrived at her door he ignored all of that, instead knowing on Taylor’s door, a smile upon his face as he waited. Her baby shower was soon and while Elijah wouldn’t choose to attend that if someone paid him, it didn’t mean he couldn’t be in the spirit of the entire thing. 

Junk food wasn’t something the brunette would usually chose as a meal, but apparently the dinner she’d stopped at was famous in town for their Mexican dishes and burgers, which were apparently were amazing, so of course she had to stop by and try the town’s best gastronomy. It’s as she stepped into the dinner in which she looked around herself, gaze moving from one person to the other, gaze dropping on a young pregnant girl around her age. It wasn’t her bump which caught her attention, in fact it was her looks. The girl look terrible if she were to be honest with herself and oddly she felt bad, something which she couldn’t entirely understand. Carefully, Brooke moved to sit on one of the tables next to the girl. Her fingers tapping against the table nervously and she sighed as she skimmed over the menu. She hoped the food in this place was quality like everyone seemed to say it was. Burgers and Burritos as well as sandwiches and combined plates seemed to be the only thing they served. Dropping the menu, her gaze found the brunette briefly before she looked away again. She definitely looked a lot worse than she had though, and it clearly didn’t have anything to do with being ‘sick’. It was obvious by her physical appearance. The blonde wasn’t stupid. Getting up she decided she didn’t have anything to lose and slowly she made her way towards the other, her hand reaching into her purse for two strips of red licorice, one which she’d offer her and one for herself. “Mind if I sit here?” She asked the girl yet she didn’t really wait for an answer. Holding up one of the strips, she nodded towards the girl for her to take it. “Take it.” She said. She wasn’t really offering any smiles like she usually would to get under the other person’s skin. In that moment the vampire was annoyed at herself for even approaching a stranger and do something ‘kind’ and morally correct for once. She didn’t understand herself, it was something she’d never done. Maybe she was acting the way she was due to there being a kid involved. She wasn’t sure, but it was her best guest. It was weird, and probably not only for herself but also for the other. No stranger would ever do what Brooke just had. “I figured I would help you take your mind off of whatever’s eating you up.” She said her head tilting to the side as she reached for the menu, eyes skimming over it once again, before she let her gaze meet hers. “Candy helps with that a lot, so.. If you want some more licorice just say.” She offered, before she took a bite of her trip herself. Perhaps she was being too nice, but it wasn’t as if she had anything else to do. Feeding for her usually was something she did after having some lunch.“I’m Brooke by the way.” She finally said, her lips curving into a grin. Gazing down at the menu once again her brows furrowed as she noticed Barbecue Burgers. Who the hell ate that? “Okay, do you mind giving me some type of recommendation on what to get? I know people get burritos usually, but I’m new and I’d rather not risk me being sick later.”

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After having talked to Lydia Scott had decided to hurry home. He needed to get to Taylor see if she was okay or not. Honestly everything he really wanted was for her to be okay, he couldn’t handle anymore drama, her getting hurt or upset. He couldn’t have her be stressed. He needed her to be fine and right now the whole situation which had happened had turned out to be completely unnecessary. Turning the doorknob after having unlocked it, Scott entered their apartment before he closed the door behind him. “I’m home!” He called, his fingers working quickly as he unbuttoned the coat he wore, only to hang it and made his way towards the living room. She had to be okay, he didn’t want whatever Lydia said to affect her and if it did, he swore he needed to change her view on whatever the red head had managed to get into her head. He’s taken his shoes off already as he makes his way towards where she’s sitting, and so he sat down next to her. “Hey.” He breathed, and the concern in his eyes was more than obvious. He could tell something was wrong, but it was different he didn’t know why. He just had a strange feeling. Resting his hand on her thigh he leaned forward, head tilting to look at her. “I’m here.” He breathed, voice gentle as he gazed up at her. She needed to talk to him, let out whatever was haunting her inside in that moment because he could tell she wasn’t okay, he wasn’t blind. “I’m so sorry about today.” He whispered, the gentleness in his voice being the most obvious element. He felt bad for not having stepped into the conversation. He didn’t know what he was thinking by walking away and assuming that they would sort it out. “We’ll work it out, I promise.” It was something he knew they’d do, and Scott hoped with all his heart that the situation would sort itself out if they both worked together.