/// flower child

✉ INCOMING MESSAGE FROM 🌸 🍃 [REPLY WHEN ALONE]: i think thats the first time ANYONE has ever called me nice

✉ INCOMING MESSAGE FROM 🌸 🍃 [REPLY WHEN ALONE]: im printing this out and framing it, it will look lovely on my wall

✉ INCOMING MESSAGE FROM 🌸 🍃 [REPLY WHEN ALONE]: oh? i dont date EVER being open about my emotions? NEVER

Naomi: im expecting monthly royalties

Naomi: jk

✉ INCOMING MESSAGE FROM 🌸 🍃 [REPLY WHEN ALONE]: getting married? in this economy ?

✉ INCOMING MESSAGE FROM 🌸 🍃 [REPLY WHEN ALONE]: dont to that to urself ur so sexy ahahaha

✉ INCOMING MESSAGE FROM 🌸 🍃 [REPLY WHEN ALONE]: wait now i sound like a dick but like u deserve better

Naomi: wow

Naomi: youre literally the nicest guy ive met so far in england

Naomi: wbu you must have some bad experiences with exes

✉ INCOMING MESSAGE FROM 🌸 🍃 [REPLY WHEN ALONE]: thanks its how i cope

✉ INCOMING MESSAGE FROM 🌸 🍃 [REPLY WHEN ALONE]: and come on there has to be something i date boys ik what they are like

✉ INCOMING MESSAGE FROM 🌸 🍃 [REPLY WHEN ALONE]: he leave the seat up? talk over the waiter? give me something

Naomi: there are worse ways to cope

Naomi: fine he snores and slurps any drink very loudly when hes tired which he was a lot

Naomi: plus he promised he would marry me one day then left me 3 months later

Naomi: oh boy

Naomi: wow that sounds a lot less hurtful in my head

✉ INCOMING MESSAGE FROM 🌸 🍃 [REPLY WHEN ALONE]: ooh she might give me a gold star this session

✉ INCOMING MESSAGE FROM 🌸 🍃 [REPLY WHEN ALONE]: or let me tell one joke about how i wanna die

✉ INCOMING MESSAGE FROM 🌸 🍃 [REPLY WHEN ALONE]: ooooh no tell me i love shit talking an ex

Naomi: youre funny will

Naomi: shit talk? impossible he was the best bf ever

✉ INCOMING MESSAGE FROM 🌸 🍃 [REPLY WHEN ALONE]: im not leaving my bed so no there arent other ways

✉ INCOMING MESSAGE FROM 🌸 🍃 [REPLY WHEN ALONE]: hello im will and im studying art history

Naomi: see?

Naomi: now we're friends will :)))

Naomi: tell your therapist it worked

Naomi: ooh art history ive got an ex thats studying art history

✉ INCOMING MESSAGE FROM 🌸 🍃 [REPLY WHEN ALONE]: booo

✉ INCOMING MESSAGE FROM 🌸 🍃 [REPLY WHEN ALONE]: my therapist wanted me to make friends

✉ INCOMING MESSAGE FROM 🌸 🍃 [REPLY WHEN ALONE]: ur robbing me of that chance

✉ INCOMING MESSAGE FROM 🌸 🍃 [REPLY WHEN ALONE]: how else am i supposed to meet new ppl

Naomi: oops

Naomi: there are definitely other ways

Ottie had no real reason to be in a thrift store, she could more than afford to buy something new, but she liked buying clothes with a history behind them and was actively boycotting fast fashion. As she flipped through the rack she added a yellow dress to the pile draped over her arm then turned to the other woman. “I like that one,” she pointed to the sun dress. “But I suppose it depends on the look you’re going for.” She smiled. 

Naomi held both dresses up, examining them. “ Trying on both won’t hurt... ” Naomi said, nodding her head as she folded both dresses over the crook of her elbow. She walked back over towards Ottie. “ That yellow one is cute, ” Naomi said with a smile as her eyes scanned over the rack, “ it would look cute with those pumps you found here a few weeks ago. ” Naomi enjoyed spending time with her favorite thrifting buddy. They were in a similar boat with their thoughts on fast fashion.

Naomi: hey girly :))))

Naomi: did i leave my hoodie at your place?????

Naomi: hi

Naomi: i found your number on a table in the library fyi someone is offering weed with your number

Another night of not actually being at home. Naomi had been at Jackie’s place for what seemed like hours now, all sense of time had completely left her. With one final swish and flick of the nail polish brush in her hand, Naomi triumphantly placed the bottle back on the table. She wiggled her freshly painted toes; unlike her usual bright red today Naomi has decided to go for a baby pink. With a sigh she looked back up towards Jackie, “ I’m telling you, J, changing nail polish isn’t the same as getting a new tattoo. All of my tattoos were impulsive. ”

nadia was looking through the racks, her heart not really in it. halloween was always her and jasper’s thing and now that he was gone, she didn’t feel much interest in it. however, she knew she needed to be more present in her friends’ lives so hat’s why she decided to accompany the blonde in search of a perfect costume. ‘the bodycon one has that tinkerbell bitch hoe vibe, you know?’ she mused with a smile. ‘i dunno, i’d have to see them on you, chérie.”

Naomi let out a lighthearted laugh, folding both dresses over the crook of her arm. “ Maybe that’s the vibe I want, ” She said with a shrug, “ that guy I was telling you about, the one who went on three or four dates with me then decided the nineteen year old he was also seeing was a better fit, despite the fact he’s older than me? He’s making plans of crashing this party. ” Naomi explained, while looking through the rack. She poked her head out from the rack and spoke again after a moment, “ I’m sorry... you probably could care less. ”

@bainbridgestarters

Naomi was almost hidden by the rack full of old dresses. Thrifting was her favorite way of finding costumes; this year for Halloween she was dead set on being Tinkerbell, nothing could get in her way. She huffed as she pulled two different dresses from the rack; one was a forest green sun dress with a flowy fit and flare skirt, the other was mossy green bodycon fit. “ Which one? ” She asked, stumped expression on her face.

it was so strange to share his space with her again. it was so beyond mind boggling to see her in the flesh. oh how he wanted to pull her into his arms and taste her lips like he had years ago. though, he was aware that if he did then it would be so uncalled for. he couldn’t help but flicker his eyes down to her lips. his smile grew at the sound of her voice, the cute little australian accent that made him feel at home. 

“ bainbridge? since when? ” his tone was shocked, the smile on his lips growing wider at the feeling of her hand against his skin. moving his own hand he placed it over hers, calloused fingers brushing over baby soft skin. “ shit nomi, i promise i missed you more, ” though he wasn’t completely sure about that, he just knew that no other girl compared to her. he didn’t know if it was because she was his first love, or if she was his only love. he was fully aware that he wasn’t the same guy she saw board the airplane back in sydney. his hair was longer, it was blonde, and his tattoos had completely consumed his body. his lower arms and a little bit above his elbow remained bare, but other than that he was covered. 

“ i got to bainbridge. i’ve been going since i got here. i’m almost done with my undergrad. truthfully i’m thinking about getting my masters. ” he couldn’t quite remember if he ever disclosed which college he was attending when he left home. either way, he felt this was a miracle that she was here. “ you look really nice, ” he spoke without thinking. though, he didn’t feel that he had to hide anything from her. he didn’t want to be nosy, but he couldn’t help but want to know if she was seeing anyone. it was fine if she was, but if she wasn’t then that meant he didn’t have to think as her ex-boyfriend. “ so, are you living here with someone or are you living on campus ? ” that was the slyest way of asking that question, but he was sure she read right through it. he spoke as he walked towards his little cubby, ushering her forwards.

     Color spread across Naomi’s cheeks as Maverick stared at her. He wasn’t alone in his feeling, the amount of self control Naomi needed to stop herself from throwing herself onto him; maybe it was the new hair or old smile, but Naomi wanted to get as close as possible to him. “ Only a few months now, Dublin wasn’t cutting it anymore,” she began, pausing for a moment as Maverick’s hand met her’s, “ your hands feel different. ” she said her thoughts out loud, not even realizing.

Hearing him talk about his degree made Naomi proud: the Maverick she knew in Australia barely had plans for his future. She took a step closer, she moved her hand from under his. She slid her hand down his arms, their fingers barely intertwining as she brought both her hands to her side, looking back at up words slipped out of her mouth, “ I really like this new look, you seem happier. ”