; girls your age

[sadie strickland]

Monday, August 3rd, 2015    Music blasts from the tiny stereo situated on the granite topped counters. The water from the shower, still dripping down the drain. A tanned foot hits the bath mat below, reaching for the purple towel to drape around her body before eventually reaching for the gray laced robe. The curling iron is heating up next to the stereo, while the plethora of make-up supplies fills the leftover counter space. The closet situated near the bathroom is propped open; a variety of dresses are peeking through the doors. Below the dresses are the girls large collections of shoes, ranging from heels, boots to sneakers and flats. To say she was a girly girl was an understatement. This was clearly the set up for a girl's night out, but the only other person missing was Flora.    Earlier in the day, the two had planned on going out to celebrate a "just because" occasion. However, over the course of their conversation they had come to an argument which could not be settled. Flora, unknowingly made comments about Sadie's upbringing, and in normal Sadie fashion, backfired which caused more drama. Sadie is not one to normally just let things go -- and, especially with someone like Flora, she didn't want it to settle and not come to a full agreement. Flora was someone Sadie had known for a only a few months, and their friendship was just beginning, but this girl was someone she wanted to get to know more. And you couldn't be friends with someone if there was a mutual disagreement. So, instead of getting ready separately, Sadie had invited Flora over for some quality girl time -- and to settle the score. But she knew that Flora wouldn't get off her high horse in time to come over. Instead, Sadie knew the only thing to do -- and that was to make her way over to her apartment instead.     The blonde has changed into a pair of casual clothes, taking all of the necessary belongings needed to get ready for their night out. She finds the keys to her car, and makes sure to lock up her apartment before leaving for the night. After a 15 minute drive across the city, Sadie has arrived to the apartment building of Flora Walsh. If she wanted their friendship to be mended, this was the only way to do it. Flora wouldn't come out to see her, and she wouldn't make an effort to go to her apartment, so she was going to swallow her pride and bite the bullet. Sadie doesn't like to just let things settle, she needs to have everything cleared. And especially with someone like Flora..someone she could see something with...she just needed to do this. For her peace of mind. The blonde locks up the car outside of her apartment building, and grabs her wallet and phone and braves the flights up to her apartment. Finally she reaches her apartment building before taking a deep breath in. A tiny fist knocks on the door, and the girl waits..nervously.  "FLORA, PLEASE OPEN UP. IT'S SADIE. I NEED TO TALK TO YOU..PLEASE OPEN UP. IT WON'T TAKE BUT A MINUTE. " _____________________________________ NOTES: FINALLY. Sorry this took so long!

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Despite having already said everything she could possibly have to say on the matter, there was Flora -- lounging on her plush couch, feet propped up on the coffee table while she painted each nail with meticulous attention --- waiting for the other blonde to make her way to the apartment she shared with three other girls. She was already prepared for the evening out, which, really wasn't an evening out. She was going with out with her friends for a little shopping trip. Which was generally further code for robbing the wealthy elite of Los Angeles blind. It was thrilling, it left her blood pumping and her head swirling with an adrenaline high that very few other things could accomplish. Even now, with all black hugging her lithe frame, she her stomach was beginning to knot with anticipation.    But this had to be resolved first. Apparently. And that left a nasty taste in her mouth. Sadie was the epitome of everything she hated with society. She was beauty and rich without ever having to lift a finger. It disgusted her to know that the girl didn't have to work to pay the bills, that she had an expensive apartment that she didn't have to share with anyone else and would never have to fret over whether or not the bills would be paid. At least Flora worked ( stealing was definitely considered working in her book ) her ass off to get the clothes she wanted and have the money to blow on whatever trivial items struck her fancy. This conversation wasn't one she cared to have because it wasn't a topic she could be swayed on.    A sigh immediately breaks up the silence that had previously fallen on the apartment. The others were getting dinner or something before they went out. Flora had... she had a problem with food. So she opted out. Made an excuse that she couldn't even remember anymore. At least no one had to be there for this shit show. When the door swings open, she gives the other a bland look, only half surprised that she had actually make the trek across town to... what? Strike the exact same conversation one more time? Her words are clipped and she swings the door open and strolls back to the couch, plopping on the armrest.  "get on with it, i have somewhere to be in... forty minutes. you've got thirty."

notes:  this is so late, lo siento!!

[sadie strickland]

Monday, August 3rd, 2015 "OKAY."    The moment the blonde strolls into the apartment, she can sense the overwhelming amounts of tension between the pair. Clearly there was something bothering both girls in this instant -- whether it be annoyance on Flora's part that Sadie had actually kept her promise and trekked all the way over here, or if it was hesitance on Sadie's part, in questioning of what may transpire over the time that she was here. Sadie felt bad -- almost insecure in the fact that she had blurted this thing out to someone she had only known for a few months. In the moment she said it, she knew she had crossed a line. However, in Sadie's defense, Flora had never given her an impression that she had an issue with people who had money. She never flat-out said something against people that had money, so that thought never crossed her mind. And, in Flora's defense, Sadie is just the kind of girl to blurt things out like that. She does not have a filter; whatever enters her head is going to come out, and as a consequence, they lead to things like this: confrontations over issues that should never have become a thing in the first place. "I DON'T EVEN KNOW WHERE TO START, FLORA."    A sigh emits out of the tiny blonde girl's chest. She begins pacing across the room; looking for the right words to explain herself, explain the situation to the pretty blonde sitting across from her. She had been thinking a lot about the situation, in all honesty. Sadie had always been the type of girl to overthink situations like this, and she always thought way too much about the way she had worded things, or thought about her actions and the actions that transpired over acting on those things. Sadie truly thought of Flora as someone who could be her friend in the future. They had a lot in common -- at least she thought she did. Flora was this beautiful girl, and maybe Sadie was becoming someone she had never thought she would...but she wanted to get to know Flora, and she didn't want this big situation to get in the way of their times together or whatever their future might become. The girl finally comes to a halt, and sits across from Flora on the coffee table. She watches her intently, trying to focus all of her attention on the girl sitting across from her..she's obviously annoyed. "I DIDN'T MEAN FOR ALL OF THAT TO COME OUT AT ONCE. THE APARTMENT, I MEAN. I DIDN'T KNOW YOU WOULD HAVE BEEN THAT AFFECTED BY IT. I REALLY DIDN'T THINK..I JUST DIDN'T THINK."    And there it is. Sadie is already sounding like an idiot -- at least in her head, she thinks she's an idiot. She came over here, all the way to Silver Lake from her apartment in the Upper East Side. To come here and not say what she wanted was, well, a letdown and quite dumb on her part, if she were being completely honest. She wanted to make the most of both of their time -- clearly Flora had other plans this evening, and Sadie was planning on going out dancing with her friends and guys from school. She didn't wanna spend all night here, and she didn't wanna get into it more with Flora, but if that's what takes, then she would do exactly that. She just wanted to clear the air, and make things comfortable between them again. Sadie didn't want to leave this impression on Flora that she didn't give a fuck about her or her opinions. And she was planning on showing her, showing everyone that she wasn't a brat. That there was more to her than this surface level shit. Sadie braces herself against the coffee table, and pushes herself off. She takes a seat on the opposite side of the couch, and slouches into it. Her focus goes straight to Flora, intending on making this purely about her. "I CAME ALL THE WAY OUT HERE TO APOLOGIZE, AND I'M NOT LEAVING UNTIL YOU ACCEPT MY APOLOGY. I KNOW I HAVEN'T EVEN GIVEN YOU ONE REASON TO ACCEPT IT...OR TO WANT TO BE FRIENDS WITH ME. BUT. YOU'RE COOL, FLORA. LIKE REALLY FUCKING COOL. I JUST DON'T WANT YOU TO HAVE THIS IMPRESSION ON ME THAT I'M JUST A SPOILED FUCKIN' BRAT, 'CAUSE I PROMISE YOU THERE'S MORE TO ME THAN JUST THAT...I WANT TO SHOW YOU THAT." ____________________________________

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Being mean through a computer screen, even preparing before a mirror -- it wasn't the same as doing so directly to someone's face. Telling Sadie she hated everything she represented was... well, it was easy and almost entirely truthful. There was envy in her vitriol, but there was also disgust. How could anyone live a life of comfort without ever lifting a finger when there were people striving every day to evolve, for themselves, for their families, and never achieving near the comfort someone like she managed. It left a bitter taste in her mouth and clouded the kindness she should have shown. She wasn't an inherently vicious girl, but a nasty side to her had arisen and the filter she so frequently neglected to use ( neither of them tended to take much care in that respect ) amplified the conflict. So, for now, she stays silent, perched on the armrest, waiting for the other to start. Hadn't they discussed it all?   An eyebrow cocks. There's no arrogance in the expression, only questioning. No, she was glad she knew the extent of who she was, she was glad it had come out now before she became tangled in a web that Flora tried to avoid drawing people into. She assumed, like her, like Jasmine, like the others, that she was like them. That she could be part of their group, part of their world. They didn't even know each other long, but she still assumed. Now there was a pretty little rich girl who would never condone theft from people she probably had Sunday brunch with. Even worse, she could be a liability that was far from needed. "Look," she begins with an attempt at trying to be... gentle? Something like that. "We're from vastly different worlds. You walk around with life handed to you on a silver platter. That's not my world, that will never be my world. My world is one that you can't be part of."  She shrugs, as if that's all the explanation needed.    Grabbing the nail polish from the coffee table once more, she balances one bare foot against the smooth corner and gets back to her endeavor. Nonchalant, that's the angle she's shooting for. She feels oddly relaxed about the whole thing, but like a cat being spritzed with water, there was only so long before she might draw blood. So she concentrated elsewhere. "So they all say..." Her voice is light, airy, spoken on a huff instead of the -- perhaps condescending -- tone she had taken previously. "I appreciate the whole sucking up thing you're shootin' for, but I'm not so sure what you're expecting me to say. Everything's all better? Fine -- everything's all better. You're absolved of all sins. But you're missing the most important part of all this -- no matter how much you scream to the high heavens that you're 'different', that doesn't make it so. Actions speak louder and all that."

notes:  @ holly for inspo xoxo