Post by mac on Mar 19, 2017 19:20:15 GMT
Intro for: @bethany
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Helena’s Outfit || Griffin’s Outfit (and jeans)
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Helena and Griffin’s apartment. Helena’s room is the master bedroom on the top right, Griffin’s room is in the bottom left corner.
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The past week had been a hellish one for Helena. With non-stop clients books for reservations, she’d been stuck working overtime at her job, cutting hair and doing nails and giving facial treatments. She hadn’t gotten a day off and even had to cancel her usual weekly outing with her mother. But finally, on a sunny Sunday, she didn’t have to go in.
She was wearing a light dress and some tan wedges as she walked along the Salem streets, her hair down and curled lightly to show off the pinkened tips. Along her walk she received numerous compliments on her hair, something she appreciated greatly. She always loved to hear compliments!
She and her roommate, Griffin, had opted to invite their closest friends over to have a sleepover party. Helena planned to coin Griffin to cook them a nice dinner while she baked a cake! She had plenty of drinks and snacks in the apartment, and had spruced the place up!
Currently, she and Nova were walking around Salem central, going shopping. She had a few bags of clothes but mainly had tried to be good about shopping – opting to buy some essentials for around the apartment while out.
”Do you want to go get a snack before we head back, Nova?” Helena asked, turning towards her much younger friend. While Helena had a tendency to mother all of her friends, when it came to Nova, she had a tendency to be even more mothering simply because of the large age difference between them. ”There’s that cute little café up ahead!”-x-
Griffin was settled in his bedroom, sitting beside Oliver on his bed. It wasn’t an unlikely thing to happen, the two boys often hung out inside of Griffin’s bedroom. They’d shared a room before Griffin got an apartment, after all, so it wasn’t that weird to Griffin to have Oliver in his room.
Still, now that they didn’t share the room, Griffin had taken care to make the room look tidy – but not too tidy – before he came over. He made sure it smelled decent, too, and that his trash wasn’t building up. Griffin couldn’t help but be nervous that Oliver might find something and comment on it, thinking it was odd – even though he knew Oliver wasn’t a neat freak or as interested in keeping things well-scented like Helena.
”Oh, Oliver,” Griffin said, turning to look at his friend. Griffin had one leg crossed on the bed and the other hung off, his sock-covered foot resting on the floor. ”How was your YouTube channel going? I don’t think you’ve mentioned it to me since I moved out! And that was a while ago!”