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dreamlikenewyork2016-02-05 11:30 pm
friendsforever) wrote in dreamlikenewyork2016-02-05 11:30 pm
"Hey soul sister, I don't wanna miss a single thing you do tonight."
Who: Layla Morton and Maryanne Spencer
What: Surprise! See also, keeling over dead from shock
Where: The Bondi, NYC
When: Friday night
Layla wasn't in a good mood, and it took a lot for her to get down like this. But she was pretty sure she was experiencing a sort of homesickness for Australia, and she was missing Maryanne terribly. The only person she had talked to about it was Fin when she ended up having an impromptu sleepover at his place. They talked a lot, and a friendship between them was firmed up. She was pretty sure she just accidentally adopted her first lesbro in him. He was a sweetie, and he needed a friend right now. She was happy to be that.
That night was open mic night at Luke's bar, and Layla found herself dragged along. She hadn't felt like going when Will suggested she come for a few hours after Justin finished work. Some of the others were going to be there. She still turned the offer down. Then Fin had sent her a text and asked if she was going because Justin asked him along. With Fin new in town, she didn't want him to feel like he wasn't welcome in their fold when he very much was. That, and the fact Will had become the most epic pain in the ass texting her over and over telling her she HAD to go, because they were making up for lost time. They used to come to the open mic nights all the time, etc. etc. etc. Boys could be pains in the proverbial when they wanted to be.
So, that was where she was. Sitting in between Fin and Harry in one of the booths lining The Bondi with a Shirley Temple sitting in front of her. She was playing half-heartedly with the cherry, dangling it from the stalk between her fingers and looking at it glumly. This was why she wanted to stay at home in her PJs and watch girly movies, maybe stuff her face with ice cream while she was at it. Even her texts to Maryanne lamenting her situation had gone unanswered and the knowledge Valentine's Day was looming near bummed her out even more.
Talk about epic suck. Fin gave her a small nudge in the arm and asked her if she was okay. She shrugged, managing a half wry smile with an eventual shake of her head. He draped his arm companionably around her shoulder with a, 'I'm hearing you, girlfriend'. It was nice. He was sweet. She needed to try to matchmake him with a cute boy, because that was her job as a fag hag and she could use the distraction from her own now long-distance relationship.
What: Surprise! See also, keeling over dead from shock
Where: The Bondi, NYC
When: Friday night
Layla wasn't in a good mood, and it took a lot for her to get down like this. But she was pretty sure she was experiencing a sort of homesickness for Australia, and she was missing Maryanne terribly. The only person she had talked to about it was Fin when she ended up having an impromptu sleepover at his place. They talked a lot, and a friendship between them was firmed up. She was pretty sure she just accidentally adopted her first lesbro in him. He was a sweetie, and he needed a friend right now. She was happy to be that.
That night was open mic night at Luke's bar, and Layla found herself dragged along. She hadn't felt like going when Will suggested she come for a few hours after Justin finished work. Some of the others were going to be there. She still turned the offer down. Then Fin had sent her a text and asked if she was going because Justin asked him along. With Fin new in town, she didn't want him to feel like he wasn't welcome in their fold when he very much was. That, and the fact Will had become the most epic pain in the ass texting her over and over telling her she HAD to go, because they were making up for lost time. They used to come to the open mic nights all the time, etc. etc. etc. Boys could be pains in the proverbial when they wanted to be.
So, that was where she was. Sitting in between Fin and Harry in one of the booths lining The Bondi with a Shirley Temple sitting in front of her. She was playing half-heartedly with the cherry, dangling it from the stalk between her fingers and looking at it glumly. This was why she wanted to stay at home in her PJs and watch girly movies, maybe stuff her face with ice cream while she was at it. Even her texts to Maryanne lamenting her situation had gone unanswered and the knowledge Valentine's Day was looming near bummed her out even more.
Talk about epic suck. Fin gave her a small nudge in the arm and asked her if she was okay. She shrugged, managing a half wry smile with an eventual shake of her head. He draped his arm companionably around her shoulder with a, 'I'm hearing you, girlfriend'. It was nice. He was sweet. She needed to try to matchmake him with a cute boy, because that was her job as a fag hag and she could use the distraction from her own now long-distance relationship.