Brit Chicks // Cara and Rosie
Rosie had used the time waiting to lit herself a cigarette. If there was one thing the Brit never had,it was patience. Once the door opened she couldn’t help but chuckle before she teasingly blew the smoke into her friends face. “For you it’s still miss huntington-whiteley!” Rosie had always loved to use her own name as a joke, since it had somewhat become a running gag, especially for her ex-boyfriends. It wasn’t too long ago that the long legged model and her long time boyfriend,Jason statham, had broken up and the end was still wearing off on her even if it wasn’t noticeable for other.
“you’re the only person who actually is showering in the mid of the day and forgetting that you’ll get visitors!” The blonde said fake pouting, rolling her eyes exaggerated. She held up her cigarette for the other girl to take a puff,letting Cara decide wether she’d be taking the cigarette inside or not. The model was quiet glad to actually be able to get inside, her legs freezing as hell.”I’m not just becoming more and more gorgeous but more and more awesome!” She laughed, of course joking, and kneeled down to empty her bag onto caras floor, revealing all the treasures she had brought her. “Wanna dry your hair and get change while I’ll mix us something? My cocktails surely aren’t as good as your even though I should have more experience in it, but at least it would totally prevent you from getting a cold!” Once finishing her sentence she chuckled again not believing that Cara was dripping wet out of the bathtub. The other models spontaneity and impulsiveness was one of the things she adored the most about the other, especially because that made them so much alike. She sometimes had to admit that she felt like Cara was her younger self, even though they were only separated by 5 years or so.
"Oh, but it's a mouthful and I'll probably just slur the words!" she said, chuckling as she opened the door widely for her friend to come in. Cara closed the door behind her before walking after Rosie, clutching her towel to her chest, her hair still soaking wet as she watched her friend empty the contents of her bag on the floor. "I would have smelled like a bar had I not showered before you got here, love. And that doesn't sound very attractive, does it? And so for you, Rosie dear, I showered."
Her gaze drifted momentarily to the window and she saw that it was windy outside, the breeze making the trees on the front lawn of her apartment sway back and forth, and she felt slightly guilty for making Rosie wait. "But I do apologize, Rosie. It must have been freezing outside. But the alcohol should help get us warm." Grinning, she walked over to her friend to plant a quick kiss on her cheek before walking over to her wardrobe as she laughed. "So what presents have you brought me? There is vodka, I hope? You have no idea how surprised I was to find that I've ran out. I must drink more than I originally thought." She chuckled and dropped her towel before grabbing her clothes. Cara slipped in black skinny jeans, and a white mid-rib top with long sleeves. She figured they wouldn't be going out that afternoon so she didn't bother changing into warmer clothes. When she was done, she wrapped her hair up in a towel and made her way back to her living room. "And I must say, I agree that you're becoming more and more awesome. Though not as awesome as I am, I'm afraid." Grinning, Cara sunk down to the floor and folded her legs beneath her, angling her body to face her fellow British friend.
