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No One's Perspective-
His strides flowed with the crowd as they shuffled in, heavy doors opened by other guests heading out. Quaint music reaches his ears before Beck finds himself in the middle of the bar lobby, stools and tables organized modestly. He maneuvered towards the taps, settling on one of the stools towards the far end. Ordering the first shot glass he had read from the menu, Beck rested his coat at the back of the stool, hand gliding through his hair.
Once the small drink had been put before him, his head immediately dipped back, downing it in a shot. Grimacing, he ordered for a few more, the bartender raising a brow. "That is fifty dollars right there dude," he grumbled, grey eyes blinking with long strands of blue flowing down his forehead. "Are you sure?"
"It's fine. I'm good," Beck muttered, the young man shuffling for the drinks.
Distant memories of colorful strands proceeded to slip into his mind with raven locks, leaving Beck to wallow back in the good old days with the whole group in their Hollywood Arts jackets - Andre's was the most worn.
And then, he felt his conscious begin to wobble as more shots entered his system, the Canadian quick to ask for a Jack Daniels. "A lot of stuff you're doing in an hour, bro," the bartender murmured; half of his job was to monitor the drinking and emotional levels.
"Eh," Beck muffled.
Hands around the clock began to blur, leaving the man to slump over the counter tiredly, his hand raising for more drinks. The bartender, to say the least, glanced towards the near-millionaire pitifully. He bolted upright once the stool beside him scooted back, leaving space for another guest to seat herself. Dark eyes glanced around the bar curiously, brows furrowing as he had not recalled it ever being so full.
"Just a Manhattan for now," came a soft voice, bringing Beck's attention back towards the woman beside him. She shuffled with her purse on her lap, wavy, ginger hair falling over her shoulder. He noted her dark emerald eyes as they shifted towards his, lips pursing as she blinked in puzzlement. He internally chided himself, eyes back down to the counter's surface. He felt her gaze glued to him as he tapped his foot, briefly ordering another round. "Hey...are you," she started, his attention turning. "Sorry, I mean, well...are you Beck Oliver?" He nodded slowly, palm brushing around the area for his next drink. He sluggishly put the whisky to his lips, watching the woman suspiciously.
"Yeah."
Some whisky dribbled to his shirt, Beck remaining unresponsive as the woman nodded slowly. "Okay," she mumbled, blinking towards the equally baffled bartender. "So, uh, what are you doing at this dump- Sorry."
"It's fine," the bartender shrugged, adding, "We make it work."
Beck only shrugged, the ginger pursing her lips. "Bad time? I've heard some of it on the news," she hummed.
"From who?" came his answer.
"Judy Plum's my cousin," she answered carefully. "Though I know she can be a bit obsessive over stuff too." The Canadian grunted, sipping on his drink before setting it down.
"What's your name again?" he asked, eyeing her carefully.
"Ariel."
He barked out a laugh immediately, snickering, "Like the princess? Are you secretly a mermaid?" She only rolled her eyes, shaking her head.
"Yeah...yeah, whatever," she murmured, adding, "But why are you here? Just with the news and all?"
"Give me another," Beck grumbled towards the bartender, who raised his eyebrow.
"Dude, you're going to get piss drunk."
"So what?" Both stared one another down, Beck huffing. "Fine," he gave in, "Fine, alright, I'll just have a water." The tender nodded, shuffling around with his glasses whilst Ariel remained quiet. Both listened to the racket of the bar behind them, groups noisily singing off-key to tunes from the television. The redhead watched as the man drank his drink, dark eyes washing over towards the taps.
Clearing her throat, the woman asked, "Do you want to get out of here?" Bug-eyed, Beck swiveled around blinking towards the slate expression shot at him. "I mean at a fast food place nearby. I swear, how many drinks have you had?"
"I dunno-" Beck mumbled as the bartender answered, "Five shots and three rounds of whiskey."
The Canadian glared to his side, grumbling under his breath. "So?" he turned back towards Ariel, "You're a stranger."
"Do I really look like I would lie?"
"Redheads are weird..." At that, Ariel scoffed.
Breathing in, she snapped, "Do you want a burger or not? You look like you're going to vomit if you do one more sip of 'em."
Folding his arms, Beck murmured, "Why do you care so much?"
"I don't know," she hummed, blinking towards the side, "You look like an absolute mess."
"Can I pay for my check now?"
"Not stopping you," the bartender shrugged. Within a couple of minutes, both strolled out of the door, Beck staring blankly at the woman beside him; she was just about as tall as he was. His eyes traveled to her feet, finding flats. She quirked a brow as he continued to gawp.
They trudged on, however, not speaking for a few minutes until Ariel sighed. "So, again, why were you drinking so much?"
The tired man sighed, glancing towards the woman. "How highly do you think of me?"
"I-" she paused, frowning at the question. "What do you mean?"
Beck muttered, "Well...the correct answer is 'not very.'"
-o0o-
As his breaths grew quieter, she climbed from the car, her hand gripping his phone. "God why am I doing this?" she growled, pressing through the screens. Breathing in for a moment, she heard the caller pick up almost immediately, any train of thought vacating her throat.
"What do you want?"
"I, erm..." she blinked at the venomous tone as it leaked through the weary and tired front. Though, perhaps that wasn't a front. "He, uh, he's sleeping..." Ariel jerked once the world shattered on the other end, the woman gasping at the - potential - glass. "Are you alright?" she asked hastily before the livid roar pierced through her right ear.
"What the fuck do you mean 'he's sleeping?'" Ariel winced, dreading as her throat grew tight.
Even so, she coughed, wheezing, "He's in my car! We didn't go home or anything!"
"In the back of a car? What are you, nineteen?"
Ariel couldn't help but snort at the statement, even with her gut pooling to her feet. Out of nerves, she answered, "No, thirty-five."
"Thirty-" the woman snapped, "What kind of fucking bitch are you to call me when I'm halfway across the country to get away from that asshole? My-god, the stupid cunts like you are what trashed this relationship so go and piss off!"
Sensing the other's urge to drop the line, Ariel quickly rushed, "No! I swear to God I didn't do anything! God-no! I just- I- Could you just listen? I called to tell you stuff...please."
She managed a small smile once the woman only breathed, weighing her options. "Why should I listen to you?"
"Because I know how it's like to be cheated on, okay? It sucks - it absolutely sucks especially when they were the ones that asked you to marry and slipped a shiny ring on. My ex just cheated on me a few years ago and that was that... I know how you're feeling, alright? He's told me everything, okay, everything," Ariel explained, sighing. "I just picked him up on a bar because he was on his seventh drink, about to collapse on the bar to sleep for the night...or two. He's told me how he hates himself for it, how he just felt the flame die and started to cheat on you with some girl from high school. But he still loves Vincent, and would do anything in the world for him. And I know he's not lying because he spent, literally, the past few hours bawling his eyes out over it."
There was a stretch of silence between the two lines before there was an answer. "Who the hell are you?"
"Uh, Ariel Plum," she murmured.
"Please do not tell me you're Judy's cousin."
"Unfortunately," Ariel sighed, adding, "Look, I think you know how families work. You don't have to love them because they're blood, even if that's what you're supposed to do."
"Cheers," the woman drawled, unamused. "Now," she continued, "What do you expect me to do? Spread some fairy dust and hope that we get back together?"
"No, and I really don't think you'd expect me to say anything of the sort," the redhead mumbled. "That," she hesitated, "and he said you were getting it on with the pop star."
"We're waiting..."
"Wasn't saying that you weren't," Ariel hummed, adding, "Though I wouldn't know, or anyone would, would they?"
"Why the hell are you calling?" came a deflected answer.
"Why the hell did you answer?" Her breath fogged before her in the parking lot, dark emerald shifting towards the flickering lamppost. "Look, you picked up to know more, didn't you? Like an apology?"
She sighed, muttering, "More like habit. It's hard to break something that about a decade or less old."
"I suppose..."Ariel nodded absentmindedly.
"Now what is your point with this?"
"That's for you to decide."
Ariel tapped her fingers against the phone, hearing a long sigh from the other end. "Please tell me you're not doing that riddle shit, are you? It's fucking overrated," came a reply a moment later.
"Depends, I guess," the woman hummed, giving a brief smirk as the other groaned. Hearing no further reply, however, she adds, "But, I don't know, really... Had an impulse I suppose."
"Seems that way."
The line went dead thereafter, leaving the woman out in the parking lot alone with a sleeping man in her car.
-o0o-
"God they're all idiots," Jade chortled, gesturing towards the screen.
"Well," Tori humored, "That's what you get for watching night shows with me." The mother blinked towards her side, raising a brow. "Oh come on, you joined me, not vise versa." Jade shrugged, not disagreeing by any means. "So, are you ready to go back then?"
"Hmm?"
"To Los Angeles..." Tori tried softly. Jade nodded slowly, the half-Latina keeping quiet.
Minutes passed as the show progressed, neither speaking as the "idiots" were tangled in their drama; Jade hadn't a clue as of what was going on. She glanced to her side, watching Tori - who said it was a show she watched somewhat regularly - attempt to catch on as well. The author concluded that the show was bullshit, her attention slipping from the screen. "Do you have any new movies going into production?"
Shaking her head, Tori answered, "No, but I'm kind of glad, honestly. I love it but damn...I love my dog too." Dumbly perked from his spot, wagging his stubby tail at the two women. "See? Even knows what he is," she laughed. Jade chuckled along lightly, eyes back to the screen.
"Now what the hell are they doing now?" she growled, "Tickling on the sofa?"
"They're seven years old," Tori smirked.
"So the show randomly has two seven-year-olds tickle each other? Damn," she sighed, "Didn't know that made bucks."
Rolling her eyes, Tori playfully swatted Jade's shoulder. "Oh can it," she giggled, "It's just some crappy show." She watched as Jade blinked towards the screen thoughtfully. "Now what are you thinking about?" she asked.
"What if...we make Sikowitz proud," she grinned, "And play a scene or two?"
"Please none with guns..."
"Oh come on, I love that scene! It was so funny," Jade snickered, "But fine, we could just do the dialogue."
Pursing her lips, Tori nodded, mumbling, "Alright...I'm in." Tucking a loose strand behind her ear, she said, "So who am I?"
"Damion."
"Davis?" Tori chuckled.
"Whoever he is," the author waved off.
Grinning mischievously, Tori murmured, "Bet I could do better."
Giving a haughty breath, Jade scoffed, "Really now?" As Tori hummed her solidarity, Jade muttered, taking the glass of wine from the table, "Well look who just got cocky." Taking a sip, she smirked as Tori folded her arms, shaking her head lightly. "But, you know what? I think I could do better," she continued, "Seemed to have been the one to teach you how to properly act."
"And not our teacher?"
"Oh please, he assigned us most of our projects together," Jade snorted.
"Okay, it's on then," the half-Latina shrugged, "Whoever does the worst has to drink the rest of their glass in one gulp."
Short 'tisks' sounded from the mother. "Playing dirty, Vega," she muttered.
"And?"
Jade pouted gently at that, one brow slanted. "Uh huh... 'So why must you be such an ignorant bastard?"
"Uh..." Tori blinked, briefly scowling at the snickering before her. "'And why must you be such a stupid prick? Quit waving that blasted gun!'"
"'Oh,'" Jade gasped, "'You mean like this?'" Tori held her giggle as the woman in front of her waved her arms like a maniac, her head shaking.
"'Drop the gun.'"
"'No.'"
Tori exhaled sharply, Jade folding her arms. "'I swear I'll make it so you're ass will be burning to hell, Travis,'" Tori promised.
"'Try me,'" Jade boasted confidently. Tori rolled her eyes, exaggerating the notion before slamming Jade to her back. "Jesus Tori!" she laughed, "I'm not actually a psychopath here!"
Grinning victoriously, the half-Latina sat up, jerking her head towards the coffee table. "Drink up, buttercup."
"No I- Fuck," Jade groaned.
"You broke -"
"I know Vega," she growled, unable to suppress her soft smirk.
"- character!" Tori continued to chirp, watching as the woman gulped down the glass once propped by her elbows. "You know what," the actress hummed thoughtfully, "I think I'll drink too..."
"There was no point in the bet then."
"It's good stuff," Tori shrugged, "Cost me three-hundred and I want my dollars' worth." The author only shook her head, the half-Latina successfully downing the drink.
"Are you good now?" she asked, slyly. Nodding, Tori glanced down at the woman, forming a smirk of her own. "Now what are you- God!" she snapped, jerking as wiggling hands tickled her side. "Tori, Tori-" she chuckled warmly.
"What? This is the second scene," Tori grinned coyly. A white smile flashed as Jade continued to laugh quietly, expression soft and far from the cold scowl she'd recalled from their younger years. She didn't quit until she practically had the woman begging for mercy, her fingers halting beside Jade's shoulders. Pale eyes glanced towards the gentle stare above her, doe eyes glinting as Tori's chest heaved with hers.
The playful smile on the author's lips dipped into a curious one, Tori finding her gut pooled with a churning heat. Her body eased itself lower, a cold grip clutching her hips. Lips pressed against one another softly, hesitantly. Another peck grew to two more, then three, then four. By the fifth, they didn't break, legs shifting into a more tangled stature. Their hearts pulsed as they continued, lips mindlessly moving in unison as hands graced along clothing. Sweet breaths washed against soft skin, the television turning into a distant buzz.
Jade inhaled sharply as a warm hand graced her stomach, climbing under her baggy shirt. Lips pressed against her neck, both still in the gentle, impulsive haze. Heat crept along their skin once the author allowed a soft, shaken moan escape, briefly thanking Trina's time at the indoor pool.
Doe eyes followed the curves of the woman below her, briefly shifting towards the illuminated screen.
A man stood stock still in his bedroom door, staring at the two under the sheets.
He heart rapidly staggered as she groaned, wrenching herself from Jade's grasp. She tumbled from the couch as Jade had stumbled from the other side. Both stared at one another, trembling on their own. "I-I... I'm sorry Jade," Tori blinked, "I wasn't...thinking and-"
"It's...fine," the mother squeaked slowly, "I just...I- I just need sleep and." She gulped, shrinking at the devastation laid across the actress' expression. "You don't have to be," she murmured, "I'm just...going to go to bed." The singer nodded, gripping her biceps as Jade shuffled towards her door, shutting it firmly behind her. Her mind still was buzzing as her limbs had, her back scuffing against the door. She found herself on the ground, once again, against the door. She gave a wavering whine, clutching her temple.
"Fucking idiot," she chided herself, closing her eyes as she imagined Tori, alone, beside the couch.
The television was flicked off soon after, the master bedroom's door shutting thereafter. Jade only moved from her spot once the front door opened, Trina quietly making her way to the bathroom, presumably wet. The woman couldn't help herself under the mask of the covers, her hand trailing along her thighs. Soon, her left hand would be clasped over her mouth, anxious to not let out a single sound.
-o0o-
The red-bearded man chuckled as the small boy stared longingly towards his lost cauliflower, his bottom lip wavering in disappointment. His dark eyes shifted towards Jade's arching brow, Vincent giving a mischievous smile. The mother only rolled her eyes, half smirking towards Toby who only shrugged. Setting an elbow down at the table, Toby began to converse with the boy, asking random questions to his imagination.
Jade set the cloth napkin down at her lap, attention back towards the plateful of steamed delights. Once shoveling the last few bites in her mouth, pale eyes met the two opposite of her, Vincent giggling as Toby chuckled at his own, dry joke. Trina, beside her, scrolled through the screens of her phone, cursing once the video - once again - paused. Jade only blankly heard Tori chide her sister, the elder sister sheepishly bringing her device down.
She snuck it over her napkin, eyes glued to her lap.
The author set her gaze before her, the small boy glancing towards the half-Latina as Toby busied himself with the freshly served breadsticks. He bade the waitress a good evening - a "fantabulous" evening - before diving in. Vincent smiled innocently at the singer as she grinned back, absentmindedly tossing long strands of her hair. She rested against her palm, chatting nonchalantly with the young boy who held a lot of words. After a few minutes, Jade abruptly jerked, bringing her attention towards her plate, cheeks briefly warming. Jade glanced to her side, Trina raising a brow.
The mother ignored it, sipping casually on her water, Toby gaining Vincent's attention once again.
Doe eyes met her own, surging with a gentle spring with regret leaking through. It brought a wave of nausea and excitement to boil in her gut. Jade just couldn't tell if she liked it or not.
Perhaps she did.
-o0o-
Blinking, she jerked from her short slumber, the television flashing with enticing - or attempts at persuasive - advertisements. Pale eyes graced towards the woman beside her, dark eyes still to the screen. "I'm going to get a drink," Jade mumbled, Tori turning to her side before nodding her acknowledgement. Striding towards the kitchen counter, the author gripped her phone, maneuvering around the stools. With the television gaining her attention, she slowly made her way about, eventually finding a glass in her hand.
Her brows immediately furrowed once her phone had been brought to life, ringing profusely. Jade groaned quietly, bringing it to her ear. "What do you want?" she muttered tiredly.
"I, erm..." Jade paused in her motions, finding a more feminine voice coming through. "He, uh, he's sleeping..." The woman gasped once the glass rocketed towards the counter, ears pounding as her heart began to thud erratically against her chest. "Are you alright?"
Ignoring the question - which had sounded sincere - she snarled, "What the fuck do you mean 'he's sleeping?'"
"He's in my car! We didn't go home or anything!" Jade only scoffed, folding her arms as her gaze shifted away from the broken shards littering the floor.
The woman had sounded truthful, though her voice spat with a bitter edge anyway, "In the back of a car? What are you, nineteen?"
"No, thirty-five." Jade could've sworn there was some amusement with that answer.
"Thirty-" she growled, halting before abruptly bellowing, "What kind of fucking bitch are you to call me when I'm halfway across the country to get away from that asshole? My-god, the stupid cunts like you are what trashed this relationship so go and piss off!"
"No! I swear to God I didn't do anything! God-no! I just- I- Could you just listen? I called to tell you stuff...please." Jade hesitated, pursing her lips in thought. The amount of dread wafting through with caution was easy to pick up.
After a few moments, she murmured, "Why should I listen to you?"
"Because I know how it's like to be cheated on, okay? It sucks - it absolutely sucks especially when they were the ones that asked you to marry and slipped a shiny ring on. My ex just cheated on me a few years ago and that was that... I know how you're feeling, alright? He's told me everything, okay, everything," the woman gave a short breath, continuing, "I just picked him up on a bar because he was on his seventh drink, about to collapse on the bar to sleep for the night...or two. He's told me how he hates himself for it, how he just felt the flame die and started to cheat on you with some girl from high school. But he still loves Vincent, and would do anything in the world for him. And I know he's not lying because he spent, literally, the past few hours bawling his eyes out over it."
Jade recalled the last time she had seen tears only prickle the man's eyes, and that was only because his knee was bent the wrong way. Narrowing her gaze, she asked, "Who the hell are you?"
"Uh, Ariel Plum," the woman answered
Jade groaned - internally perhaps, she didn't know. "Please do not tell me you're Judy's cousin."
"Unfortunately," the woman sighed, adding, "Look, I think you know how families work. You don't have to love them because they're blood, even if that's what you're supposed to do."
"Cheers," "Now," "What do you expect me to do? Spread some fairy dust and hope that we get back together?"
"No, and I really don't think you'd expect me to say anything of the sort," the woman observed confidently, giving a soft chuckle. "That," she murmured, "and he said you were getting it on with the pop star."
"We're waiting..." Jade drawled quietly.
"Wasn't saying that you weren't," Ariel mumbled. After a few moments, as an afterthought, she added, "Though I wouldn't know, or anyone would, would they?" The author halted for a moment, pale eyes lingering towards the stock-still half-Latina standing mere feet from the kitchen. It would be easy, too easy, though she shook her head, glaring towards the floor.
"Why the hell are you calling?" she spat.
"Why the hell did you answer?" Ariel countered, "Look, you picked up to know more, didn't you? Like an apology?"
"More like habit. It's hard to break something that about a decade or less old."
"I suppose..." Ariel agreed, understanding licking her words.
"Now what is your point with this?" Jade folded her arms, blankly glaring off towards the refrigerator.
"That's for you to decide."
The author scoffed, snapping, "Please tell me you're not doing that riddle shit, are you? It's fucking overrated,"
"Depends, I guess," the woman answered rather coyly, adding honestly, "But, I don't know, really... Had an impulse I suppose."
"Seems that way."
The phone was set down on the counter, Jade breathing in slowly. She blinked, turning towards the side as Tori rested against the wall, expression rather grim. Pale eyes flickered towards the floor before skewing shut. The half-Latina stood watching before shuffling towards a closet aside from the pantry, swinging it open. With a broom in her hand, Tori gave a meek grin, Jade pursing her lips in response. "Who called?" she asked quietly, watching as the other began to sweep the glass.
Shrugging, Jade only mumbled, "Some chick."
No conversation was picked up thereafter, Tori handling a small cleaning pan from the closet. She nearly grimaced at the clinking of the shards, Jade growling under her breath about needing more than a broom. The half-Latina agreed, though shards wouldn't do so well in the near three-hundred dollar sweeper.
-o0o-
The two sat in the couch, huddled under the blanket with the two doors from the hall behind the television shut firmly closed. Trina glanced towards her sister briefly, brows furrowed in thought. Tori flicked her gaze over thrice before muttering, "What Trina?" at the commercial break.
"You two seem close..." she murmured.
"What? Who?"
"You and," Trina pursed her lips, "Vincent."
The singer took a moment to answer. "He's a sweet kid."
"What about him?"
The screen flashed through the several scenes, multiple cars and then odd bathroom accessories among them. "Well, he's smart and has a lot to say," Tori started, eyes kept to the interesting advertisement, "And he's pretty funny, actually..."
Trina shifted in her seat, curling her legs with her iced water in her hands. "Is there anything else?"
Shrugging, Tori answered, "Nice smile and soft hugs. Just genuinely a well-rounded person."
"Would you do anything for her?" Trina asked thoughtfully, her gaze locked to the side of her sister's expression. Tori remained stern, clouded eyes staring at the television.
"Give up the world if I could," she answered honestly, turning towards Trina.
"You two seem close..."
The half-Latina clenched her jaw, brows slanting further. "Why are you asking?" her voice croaked, Tori unable to hold the stare.
"You both were looking at each other during the dinner," Trina noted.
"How did you know? You were busy smiling at your crotch." The elder sister scowled as Tori smirked, glancing back towards the screen. Both remained quiet as the show blinked back on, the slew of characters playing their roles effectively. Though Trina didn't want any of it, other than straight, honest answers.
Clearing her throat, Trina mumbled, "When we were at the park, she said you two were thinking about it."
"Did you ask?"
"I'm not the first to do so," Trina growled back, the actress holding her forehead tightly. She groaned into it, muttering under her breath. "Don't give me that Tori, I just need to know."
"Why?"
The elder sister scoffed, spitting, "Maybe because I'd like to know if you're getting her to cheat on Beck and the news articles aren't wrong!"
"We aren't having sex!" Tori snarled lividly in a whisper, conscious of the rooming guests in the other rooms. "We...we aren't having sex," she assured.
"But..." Trina drew out slowly, wincing at her sister's distraught gaze.
"I- I need to go to bed," Tori thought wildly, jolting from the couch before making her way towards her bedroom. Trina was close to follow, rolling her eyes as the door closed. Swearing under her breath, the elder sister barged in rather successfully, closing the door behind her. "What the hell-"
"Did you think that I was going to let you get out of this conversation?" Trina hissed, the younger half-Latina's hand lingering on the doorknob. The only answer was a small whine, the singer's back against the door. She slid down wearily, hands covering her face. "Tori..." she murmured quietly, bringing herself to her knees, "Why are you-" The actress shuttered a soft sob, unable to convey an intelligible response. "Please tell me...I'm not the press, I'm your sister."
Watery doe eyes glanced towards an identical pair, Tori whimpering softly, "How highly do you think of me?"
Trina took a moment to digest the question, cocking her head to the side. "What happened?" she cut to the chase.
"We...we haven't had sex but..." Trina waited for the explanation, Tori eventually gasping, "But when Jade went off on that woman, we...we were close. Really close and, I don't know what made us start or how we stopped because-" She bit her knuckle tersely, closing her eyes. "I- I didn't want it to stop though..." she whined guiltily. She breathed in as Trina gripped her shoulder. "And...and yesterday...we, we started and then...we stopped but I- God I hate myself."
"Tori...you're not a bad person-"
"No, you don't understand. I fucking climbed on top of her because we were, God, I'm just an idiot," Tori hissed.
Trina inhaled sharply, snapping, "Hey, neither of you are bad people, okay? You're just trying to do the right, damn thing before the trial so stop berating yourself for doing whatever! And if Beck really did cheat on her for a long time, I doubt she's had anything sexual for a long time. Just stop beating yourself over it, okay? You're just a human." Arms were thrown over her shoulders as Tori wept against her collar, Trina easing into it. She shushed her little sister against the door like all those years ago when the small girl rushed in her room, eyes wide at the claps of thunder.
So, yeah. There's that... Busy, busy I've been...stupid holidays. Ah well, will be updating what needs to be updating; busy season's almost over. ;)
Hope you enjoyed!
:)