follow your heart.

26 years old. aquarius. seattle born and raised. bookstore lover. employée at the attic. pansexual.

[emilycallum]

& URIAH‌:

“It’s always a good thing that I have you,” Uriah added, grinning as he followed her in the kitchen. One thing that he knew for sure after going through all of this, despite how difficult it had been, was that there were numerous people that had his back. Emily, especially. “Deal – don’t worry, no finger cutting will happen on my watch. I may be a shit cook, but at least I’m careful with sharp objects,” he smirked, digging through the drawers for a cutting board. “You’ll always be allowed in my kitchen, Em. Even if you did bring me to the hospital, at least Lou would be there to stitch me up.” Uriah shrugged, pulling the board out before grabbing some of the vegetables. “Anything new going on with you?”

      “Aw, Uriah, that’s so sweet.” Emily was grinning from one ear to the other as she looked at him, playfully nudging his side with her elbow. She was always trying her best to make those she loved feel better, and if it meant anything to them at all, she figured she succeeded. Besides, she liked taking care of people. “Really? That’s good. You should always be careful with sharp objects,” she joked, winking at him as she started rolling up her sleeves to get started on the pasta sauce. “Yeah, but would he like me after that? I’m not sure. It’s definitely handy to have someone to stitch you up, but I’d rather want for that not to be necessary in the first place.” Tugging her hair behind her ear, she shook her head as she got out a pan. “Not really. I’m starting to get the hang of the whole bookstore thing, so I guess that’s good? Uh... might move places soon if Milo doesn’t change his mind about giving me his loft, so there’s that too.”

[emilycallum]

& MILO‌:

“Well…yeah, I took Cooper with me so we could pick it out. I’ll show you some pictures when I actually have some. Otherwise I’ll google it and show you the listing.” He gave a small smile at his sister, crossing his arms over his chest, “It’s overlooking the river. You can see the ferris wheel and you can see….well, everything. I think he liked it.”

        “That’s good, because he should see the place he’s moving into,” she teased her brother, wrapping a strand of her hair around her finger. “Are you kidding me? That sounds like the best view ever. Besides, I think you’d know if he didn’t like it -- he would have said so. And I can’t wait until you invite me over for the first time.”

[emilycallum]

& SLOAN‌:

“Probably not, I’d get too bored if I didn’t have anything active to do,” Sloan agreed, her nose wrinkling together at even just the thought of it. Without her workout routine, Sloan wasn’t even really sure what she would do with herself. She could fill some of the time with friends and going out partying, but the vast majority of her day would be lost. “Um, please do take photos. We can livestream the whole event if you want on my Insta, people love that shit.” Her social media following was decent enough, more than most of the cast on her show, and largely due to the fact that she would often regale her followers with stupid videos of her doing whatever dumb thing her brain latched onto for the day. Head dipping to the side, Sloan lifted an eyebrow and shook her head. “You probably are, though, you just don’t know it. You’d totally be driving me crazy if you weren’t basically family,” she countered, letting a grin slip onto her lips. “Though, yeah, the mom thing totally is up there on the list of things that drive Sloan crazy. In a good way, though.” She kind of relied on Emily being the voice of reason in her life, if she were being honest. Without it, Sloan was sure her life would be even more of a disaster than it often already was. Tapping Emily’s helmet a bit to make sure it was on snug, Sloan nodded once to confirm she would take care of them before kicking the bike to life. Had she been on her own, Sloan would have torn out onto the streets without a second of hesitation, but she drove far more careful knowing she had Emily attached to her as well. It didn’t take long for them to zip through the streets to the pizza place and she pulled in safely, parking the bike with a pleased expression. “Safe and sound, see? I drive good.”

          “You want to livestream that? Oh my God, that’s so not happening. At least I don’t want to be on the camera, everyone would laugh about me,” she pointed out, scrunching up her nose a little at the mere idea. Emily wasn’t big on social media, she liked to post photos for fun, but that was about as far as it went. She also didn’t have a whole lot of followers -- a lot less than her roommate for sure. But at the end of the day, she’d still say yes to anything if Sloan just begged her long enough, unable to say no to her. It was the same reason why she held on tight once she sat on the bike, her eyes clenched shut and her head resting against the other’s shoulder as they drove through the streets of Seattle. She was aware it could have been much worse, but she was still relieved once she got to slip off the bike and take off the helmet. “You drive better than most, I agree,” she smirked, putting the helmet back on the bike before brushing her hair out of her eyes. “I still thought I might die,” she added teasingly, moving over to the entrance of the pizza place so that she could hold the door open for the other to go in first. “Ready to stuff yourself full of pizza?”

[emilycallum]

& MILO‌:

“Fine. I’ll call and ask her when she’s coming by. And I’ll talk about going by your bookstore, how about that? Then she won’t know I’m asking to give you some warning or whatever.” He gave a half smile at her change in subject, and he wasn’t one to not talk about himself. “It’s fine. We picked one – and now we just have to…move in. So you’ll get my place here soon.”

       A soft, relieved smile took over her lips and she nodded. “That would be great. Thank you, Milo.” She really had no clue what she’d do without her brother, and she was grateful he was there to strengthen her back when she needed it. “Really? You already picked one? Why haven’t I seen any photos yet?” The smile on her lips widened, now truly exciting for her brother. “Come on, give me some details.”

[emilycallum]

& SLOAN‌:

“If I stopped working out I’d be fat in three days,” Sloan snorted. She never took a day off, giving her the ability to actually eat the way she did without being too worried about the outcome with her weight. “That sounds like a challenge and you are so on. I’ll put them all on and eat it.” Sloan was rubbing her hands together excitedly, even an off the cuff challenge like this something that brought excitement to her life. Laughing heartily at Emily’s joke, Sloan tossed an arm around her shoulder, bumping over into her. “You drive me crazy all the time, this is true. I surely can’t be the only one,” she teased. Grinning a bit, she nodded, happy to take over driving for the night with her bike. It would get them where they needed to be, even if it severely limited their ability to load up on Christmas decorations until they could find another way to transport them. Grabbing the two helmets, Sloan popped one on Emily and one on herself before settling into the driver’s position. “Hang on tight and we’ll be there in a jif,” she said, patting the seat for Emily to hop on.

      “Yeah, maybe, but it’s not like you’ll stop working out ever, so that’s not something you have to worry about.” Emily was always impressed with Sloan’s determination -- she herself didn’t really like working out. She only went running to clear her head, but lately, with the bookstore at her hands, it was becoming a rarer occurrence. “It was meant as a challenge, and I’m happy you’ll take it. I want to see that, I’ll make photos for the internet too. I can blackmail you with those,” she joked. Rolling her eyes, she burst out into laughter, playfully shoving Sloan once more. “Shut up! I’m not driving anybody crazy. And I’m only driving you crazy because I treat you like a mom, admit it.” At times she wondered if that really was the case, or a problem, but she figured otherwise Sloan wouldn’t live with her anymore. Brushing her hair behind her ears, she accepted the helmet from the other, putting it on and making sure it was in place before climbing on behind her roommate. Her arms wrapped tightly around her waist, and she nodded. “Okay, I’ll just close my eyes, so please don’t kill us.”

[emilycallum]

& VIOLET:

“True. I’m only that way around certain people, so that’s really the only time i can be bratty. If you’re mean to me, I’ll give it right back at ya. Plain and simple,” she smiled at Emily, giving a shrug. “I was raised by my grandma and she has forgotten me at the mall before, but that was kind of my fault for hiding in the round clothing racks.”

       “That’s fair though, isn’t it? To be mean to someone who’s mean to you. But I like being nice, so hopefully you won’t have to be mean to me,” Emily grinned. The truth was, sometimes she even had trouble being mean to those who deserved it as well. “Oh, being forgotten at the mall -- I would have loved that as a kid. Steal all the candy you want and stuff, it sounded like a dream.”

[emilycallum]

& SLOAN‌:

“The worst, I know,” Sloan replied back, her nose crinkling up as she grinned. It was nights like this, where she was able to just get out and enjoy her time with her loved ones that made it hard for Sloan to leave for so long for her job. She missed the stupid little things like this when she was gone, but it made her appreciate it all the more when she was there. “Ugh, yes. The cheese, the bacon, the toppings, all of it. Everything. I’m ready to get fat.” Not that she would, no matter how hard she seemed to try at times. Smirk twisting at her lips, Sloan pulled away for a moment to shrug, her head tilting back towards Emily. “Sounds like a night straight out of my dreams. You know just what to say to a girl, Emily Callum. But, yeah, yeah. Sure. I’ll wash the sheets. I can do that.” She brushed the thought off with a wave of her hand as they reached the parking lot, eyebrow lifting towards her roommate. “You want to ride with me on my motorcycle or grab an Uber to go get the pizza?”

       “As if you could ever get fat,” Emily laughed, shaking her head a little. Whenever Sloan was home and not on set at one of her jobs, she ate so much Emily had no idea how she could still look as amazing as she did. Emily herself was just waiting for the day when her metabolism would give up on her and her sweet tooth and cravings. “But I want to see you put all the toppings on your pizza, that would be fun,” she added teasingly, playfully nudging her roommate’s side with her elbow. A giggle fell from her lips, and she pulled her shoulders up in a small shrug. “Ah, you know I like driving girls crazy.” It was far from the truth, especially considering her ex-girlfriend had been the one to do all the flirting to get Emily into a relationship with her -- maybe not her wisest decision until this day. Stood in the parking lot, she eyed Sloan’s motorcycle for a moment. Emily wasn’t the biggest fan, but she trusted her friend. “I’ll ride with you. I don’t need some sleazy Uber driver to ruin my night.”

[emilycallum]

& URIAH‌:

The male shrugged, closing the door before following behind her. “Guess I’ve just been sleeping mostly. Louis has been at work all day, so…” he trailed off, a small smile tugging at the corner of his lips. Unlike her brother, Emily had quite a knack of brightening his day, even in the rare moments when he felt low. “That sounds perfect. Anything I can do to help? I could start choppin’ something, or I could get some cooking supplies out.”

       “Then it’s a good thing you have me.” Emily liked cooking, and she liked taking care of people -- therefore she figured this was a bit of a win-win situation for both of them. Moving into the kitchen, she sat her grocery bags down and started unpacking them. “If you want, you can start chopping some of the vegetables. But please don’t cut off your fingers -- I don’t want to bring you into the hospital, I’ll probably never be allowed in your kitchen ever again,” she teased him with a wink.

[emilycallum]

& FALLON‌:

“Yes, please. I would kill for a monte cristo right now.” The brunette laughed, looping her arm through the blonde’s. “How’ve you been, Em? I feel like I haven’t seen you since we literally collided on the sidewalk last month.”

      “That sounds perfect,” Emily grinned, linking her arm with Fallon’s before she crossed the street as quickly as possible, pushing the door open so they could go inside. “Oh, I’ve been good. A bit busy with work and life, but I can’t complain. How have you been?”

[emilycallum]

& VIOLET‌:

“I have my moments. I can be the nicest person in the world or I can be a brat. Really no middle ground, sadly. The nice part is more often than anything,” she gave an innocent shrug, her eyes staying on the woman. “Oh, I always wanted to. Although, I’ll never understand how they forgot a child. Seemed weird to me.”

       “As long as the nice part overweighs, what does it matter? Everyone should be allowed to be a little brat sometimes.” Emily didn’t understand the people who were constantly brats, but she knew she could be a bit bitchy at times as well. “You’re right. But I kind of weird my parents would forget me too every time we left for a vacation.”

[emilycallum]

& SLOAN‌:

“Nah. If it puts a smile on your face, I don’t think I could regret anything,” Sloan replied with a heartfelt nod, a warmth in her eyes as she tilted her head towards Emily. If she had to decorate the whole apartment to look like a complete winter wonderland, Sloan wouldn’t hesitate for a second. She let herself lean over closer into Emily as they walked, head tucking against her roommate’s shoulder. “Pizza, my hero. Maybe hit up one of those create your own little pizza places, those are dope.” With the amount of calories she tucked away, the more shit she could stack on the dough, the better. “Chocolate in bed? That sounded like you just said Sloan come to bed with me and the answer is yes.”

       Sloan’s words were enough to let the smile on Emily’s lips widen, her hand squeezing the other’s arm a little. “You’re so cheesy,” she teased the other, but she was far from complaining. She knew she was incredibly lucky to have people in her life who would do anything for her, and the fact that Sloan was ready to let her go haywire on Christmas decorations warmed her whole body. “Oh, yes! That sounds awesome. I want to put all the cheese they have on it,” Emily grinned, always a fan of putting whatever unhealthy thing she could find into her body only to regret it later. “You know I always want you to come to bed with me. Especially when there’s chocolate involved,” she grinned, resting her head against that of her roommate. “But you’ll also be responsible for washing the sheets if they end up smeared with chocolate.”

[emilycallum]

& VIOLET‌:

“Matilda is the most friendliest dog, but that isn’t always a compliment. When I want her to protect me, she basically just ignores it and barks at her reflection,” the smile grew on her face as she nodded. “I think it would be fun to do a home alone trap. Always wanted to, but I don’t think it would be too safe.”

       “Oh, Luna is the same. I think she’s a lot like me in that way. I wouldn’t be able to be mean to a stranger either,” she admitted with a small smile. Emily was aware that she was too nice for her own good at times, but she just couldn’t change that. “Maybe not safe. But it would definitely be fun. I always watch that movie before Christmas and I never stop wanting to try it out.”

[emilycallum]

& URIAH‌:

Uriah rubbed the exhaustion from his eyes, as if Emily’s presence was some sort of mirage brought upon by the excess tiredness he’d been feeling as of late. His grandmother’s death hadn’t been easy on any of the Kings, but it seemed as if the redhead was taking it especially hard. “Okay,” he offered her a small smile, stepping aside to let the woman through him and Louis’ front door. “Food doesn’t sound bad. I actually don’t think I’ve eaten all day – what do you got for me, Chef Emily?”

      Emily’s eyes scanned over Uriah’s features, catching up to the signs of exhaustion quite quickly. But the smile on her lips didn’t falter -- she was good at trying to cheer others up, at least she always told herself that. Moving through the door when he stepped aside, she arched her brows. “You haven’t eaten all day? That’s not good. You definitely need some food in your system then. I was planning to make some pasta caprese. I think you’ll love it.”

[emilycallum]

& SLOAN‌:

“I am fully prepared to drop a grand on Christmas decorations,” Sloan assured her roommate, nodding solemnly as if they were about to undertake an incredibly important job. Sloan loved any holiday, especially when she was able to get really into the festivities, so blowing a bunch of money on decorations seemed reasonable to her. “But yeah, obviously. We’ll get the tree and a bunch of the wallflower things from Bath and Body that smell like a tree. It’ll be like walking into a Christmas tree farm.” It wasn’t something she would be mad about, if she were being honest. It was one of her favorite smells of all time. “But brilliant, of course, food sounds great. Much as I’m loving munching on all your pocket chocolate, I could use something good. What are you feeling?”

       “Really? You shouldn’t have said that, I think you’ll regret it,” Emily grinned, her mind already conjuring up ideas about all the different decorations they could buy to really make their apartment look like a Christmas wonderland. It had always been a secret home of hers after all. “That sounds so perfect, you have no idea.” Emily’s eyes were sparkling with her enthusiasm, her grin widening when she linked her arm with Sloan’s. “Me too. I think I could just go for some good old pizza. I can still eat the rest of my chocolate tonight in bed, or for breakfast tomorrow.”

[emilycallum]

Text: Emily&Casey

Casey: Um, I'm pretty sure you meant to send that to someone else since i'm not your bloody mother.

Casey: This is Casey Wells. We met in the coffee shop a couple of times.

Emily: Oh my God

Emily: I'm so so so so so sorry

Emily: I wanted to text my mom's new number, please just ignore that!

[emilycallum]

& VIOLET:

“Oh, I don’t think that’s true. At all,” the redhead pushed the thought away, giving a small shake of her head. “No, don’t say that. I might have to train Matilda to attack who comes into the apartment now. Or set some sort of Home Alone trap just in case.”

       “It was just an idea,” she pointed out, a small smile playing around the corners of her lips. “Okay, okay, I take it back. I actually tried to teach Luna that, but she won’t even bark when someone’s ringing the bell. I guess she wants me to die,” she joked, rolling her eyes. “So maybe a Home Alone trap isn’t such a bad idea.”

[emilycallum]

& MAY‌:

May shrugged, “Listen, I’m not saying all women are saints or anything. My mom left when I was a kid, so like- you know, not great. I have a twin brother and a dad that I love and respect very much. My best friend is a man. But I don’t know- I guess I trust women faster.” She perked up a bit at the mention of her writing. Now that was something she could talk about for hours, “I am. I write Young Adult Fiction. What about you, what do you do?” 

          “That’s fair enough. I guess I’m just branded by my ex-girlfriend. And my mom. My twin brother is pretty much the only person I ever really trusted, so maybe he’s responsible for my way of thinking.” Emily knew most people thought differently, and for a good reason, but her own experiences had simply wired her differently. “I work at a book store, so right now I’m wondering if I’ve ever sold any of your books. What did you write?”