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Pippa "Pip" Croft. Seventeen. Senior at Walpole High. ❝Being beautiful creates problems. It's misery.❞

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Until We Set Free | Felicity & Pippa

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Pippa’s smile was so pure, so innocent, Felicity couldn’t help but reflect it. It was hard to imagine harsh words ever leaving those lips, even if Felicity knew the object of her affections was more than capable of doing so. As her friend’s eyes darted to the floor, she wondered what was wrong, but Pippa’s bright personality shot back almost immediately. Apparently her mother and her had an argument. Not a surprise. If they weren’t arguing, Pippa was being the perfect submissive daughter keeping her mouth shut. “I’m glad you escaped from her oppressive rule for the night,” she said, before adding, almost joking, “I was beginning to think you weren’t going to turn up.” Then suddenly, Pippa was squeezing through the small space between Felicity and the doorframe. They were so close and Pippa was so intoxicating, it was hard for her to stay focused for a moment. But she snapped back into focus shortly after. She couldn’t ruin tonight. She turned around, closing the door as she went, just in time to watch Pippa bounce off. “What movies did you bring? Those silly romance ones you like?” she called after her. She didn’t usually like romantic films, but she didn’t mind when she was cuddled up to Pippa.

Felicity followed Pippa into her kitchen and found the girl rummaging through her cupboards, on her tiptoes. From the bag of marshmallow in her hand, she assumed she was looking for junk food. “Searching for your sugar fix, Pip?” she asked, with one eyebrow raised. “You’ll rot all your teeth out one day, you know that? But we can totally make s’mores, if that’s what your little heart desires.” She laughed slightly, before walking over to where Pippa was stood, and hoisted herself up to sit on the counter. “The sweet tea’s in the fridge. I got it in because I know you like it. I have the proper Southern stuff and the fruit flavoured ones, take your pick.” She grabbed the marshallows and popped one in her mouth.

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"You know Mother doesn't allow sweets in the house. I have to find it somewhere." Pippa looked at Felicity, her face lit with excitement like a small child. Being that she was so petite, Pippa was often mistaken for being younger than her seventeen years. Something in the back of her mind told her she would always struggle with that. Pippa cringed at the thought of her teeth rotting. "Ew, Fee. Don't talk like that. Rotting teeth are disgusting." She flushed slightly when Felicity spoke of her heart and desire. If her friend only knew what she truly desired. It wasn't chocolates or sweet tea. It was something far sweeter and intoxicating. Pippa had come to the conclusion that Felicity's lips tasted like vanilla buttercream frosting even though she'd never had the pleasure of kissing her. Her eyes lingered on Felicity's lips before falling towards the counter, greedily taking in the sight of the junk food. "You're the absolute best, Fee." Pippa eyes moved back to her friend as she sat on the counter. The brunette couldn't help but notice Felicity's legs, long and tantalizing. Fearing she would get caught staring again, Pippa turned quickly and opened the refrigerator.

Reaching in, she brought out a pitcher of sweet tea. Her tongue began watering instantly. "Bless. I can taste it already." She giggled. "Oh, and yes. I did bring a few silly romantic movies. Let's see....ummmm. I brought Titanic, The Notebook, The Princess Bride..." Her girlish voice trailed off as she set down the pitcher and walked over towards the cabinet to get a glass. Her brow furrowed as she stood on her tiptoes, attempting to reach a glass from the shelf. Determined, Pippa briskly walked over to the dining room table, picking up a chair, and returning to the counter. Steadily, she climbed onto the chair and retrieved a glass. As she set her feet back down onto the floor, she looked at Felicity with wide eyes. "Mother has a stool for me at home. I feel like a baby."

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"Well, I hope you get your chance. Maybe one of the smaller kinds would work then? Those tend to be very fluffy. That’s great, then you have the best scenario."

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"I hope so, too! Oh, those are adorable. I love fluffy animals. I've always wanted a kitten, but my mother is allergic."

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Well that would be lovely, not quite sure if that’s where my mind went though. Perhaps, yes, but I’ll be fine I’m sure.

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"You're an odd one, Gemma. But it's a fun odd! Well, as long as you're sure."

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Hope. Song. Strength. Beauty.

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Well I don’t know where I was, I hope it was somewhere nice. I…I’m not no.

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Maybe it was somewhere with knights and ladies in beautiful dresses! That's where I like to let my mind wander. Perhaps you should go to the doctor.

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What? Oh. Sorry Pippa, was I not all here again?

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You were somewhere. Definitely not here. Are you still not sleeping well?

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Yoo hoo! Earth to Gemma!

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"Ah, that’s something I hadn’t thought of before. Well, do you love horses? Maybe she predicted that. It is fun! You must have fun introducing yourself then, right?"

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"I think they're quite pretty! I'm a bit shy around them. I always think they're going to step on me, since I'm so short. Maybe I'll get the courage to ride one someday. I do! And I always love meeting new people."

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Until We Set Free | Felicity & Pippa

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Felicity had been cleaning the house most of the day. It wasn’t like her to prepare for someone coming over like this, but it was mostly down to nerves. Due to her general lack of parental guidance recently, she’d been slacking off with keeping the house looking good. Her dad probably wouldn’t be pleased if he knew, but it wasn’t like he ever came over. Tonight wasn’t the night for thinking of her parents though. Pippa was coming over, and that meant Felicity wanted the place to look good. Pippa was like a princess, the only thing she needed was a tiara atop that brunette head. It was impossible to imagine her surrounded by mess, everything about her always seemed flawless. Everything had to be pristine for her. Including Fee herself. It was just hanging out at home, watching movies, gossiping, just girly fun, but still. It was Pippa. Pippa whose violet eyes haunted Felicity’s dreams. Pippa’s whose smile sent shivers down Felicity’s spine. Tonight would be torture, that was certain, but time with Pippa was torture she liked.

She stood in front of the mirror, turning to see herself from every direction. Her hair wouldn’t tame, but it never did. Pippa said she liked the wispy flyaways and messy curls though, so Felicity left it as it was. She had enough time to do more though, because Pippa was late. Thirty minutes late to be exact. It really wasn’t like her. Maybe she’d decided she didn’t want to come. Sure, they were best friends, but maybe she’d got a better offer. It wasn’t like she didn’t constantly get other offers. Every tick of the clock resounded in her head. Until finally the loud ring of the doorbell made her jump. She was here! Felicity willed the nerves in her stomach to settle as she reached the door. Opening the door, she smiled brightly at her friend. The sight of her petite friend, as angelic as always, tugged at her heart slightly, but she forced the feeling deep down. “Hi, fancy seeing you here,” she joked slightly. “Come on in, Pip.” She moved aside to let Pippa through. Time for the girls’ night to begin.

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A wide smile spread across Pippa's face when Felicity opened the door. Those curls framed her face so beautifully. Pippa fought the urge to reach out and brush a stray one away. She always preferred it like that. Wild and free. There was something terribly sensuous about Felicity's hair in that state. Pippa's flushed at the thoughts that had run through her head many nights, and she glanced down at her feet before meeting Felicity's eyes again. "Hi Fee! Sorry I'm late. Mother and I had a bit of a disagreement." Pippa stepped into the house, conscious of how close she was to Felicity for a split second. She knew there would be more closeness tonight, and she would have to fight hard against her inner urges. Pippa held up her night bag. "I brought some movies. No snacks, though. Mother doesn't let us keep any in the house, you know." Pippa was sure Felicity had a few lying around. Her parents were less strict with food than hers.

Pippa made her way into the kitchen. In anyone else's house, she would have waited until she was invited. With Felicity, it was different. Her home had always felt like Pippa's home away from home. She set the night bag down on the floor beside the kitchen counter, and immediately she began to rummage through the cabinets. "Oooo, marshmallows!" She picked up a bag, smiling. "If you have some graham crackers and chocolate, we can make s'mores!" Pippa spotted some popcorn and grabbed the box. "The kernels will be a nightmare to get out of my teeth, but it'll be worth it. A little sweetness and a little saltiness." As she laid snacks out on the counter, she looked up at Felicity, a sly grin on her face. "Please tell me you have sweet tea? I've been dying for some for days!"

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"Thank you, that makes it sound like a nice antique. Yours is so cute! It makes me think of a little illusion or something. "

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"Yes! Like a lovely laurel wreath. Thank you! I'm not sure why my mother chose it. It means 'lover of horses', and I've never even ridden one before. It is fun to say, though!"

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Until We Set Free | Felicity & Pippa

After about thirty minutes of back and forth arguing with her mother, Pippa had managed to grab her things and make her way to Felicity's. She didn't need use of the car, since her best friend' house was around the corner. Her mood instantly lifted once she was out of her house, a smile on her face as she nearly skipped down the sidewalk. Pippa could hardly hold in her excitement over getting to spend the evening with Felicity. It made her feel like they were children again, though things were different now. Much different. Pippa's feelings for her best friend had evolved from childish adoration to full blown desire. And while she did her best to hide it from both Felicity and herself, Pippa knew it was only a matter of time before she crumbled. Tonight would be a challenge. As she got closer to Felicity's house, she began bracing herself for the night ahead. Pippa was an affectionate person, always hugging and grabbing hands. She used to think nothing of it with Felicity, but now every touch sent sparks through her.

Her cheeks reddened at the thought of a night along with Felicity, the prospect of just brushing her hand against the blonde's cheek once as she slept. No, she couldn't think like that. This was supposed to be a fun evening for them, with giggling and movies and snacks. No thoughts of forbidden love or maddening lust. Pippa smoothed out her hair as she hopped onto Felicity's porch. A slender finger reached out and pressed the doorbell a few times. Her overnight bad felt heavy on her shoulder, and she shifted it, feeling the nerves bubble up as she could hear footsteps approach from the other side of the door. Every time Pippa saw Felicity, it was like looking at the sun. So brilliant and awe-inspiring. And dangerous. She knew tonight would be no different.

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"Oh, happy to meet you too! I’m Laurel Sheridan. "

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"Laurel is such a pretty name. It reminds me of Ancient Rome."

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"It’s always smart to check."

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"I agree! I'm Pippa. It's nice to meet you."