“you seem nice? maybe not midwestern.” she chewed on her lip, smiling at the girl. “texas huh? wouldn’t have stricken you for a complete southern gal.” in florida, southern meant two different things. the south in florida didn’t mean the same as south from alabama. it was funny to wren how a state could completely feel like it’s not even a part of the the bigger picture. “where in texas? houston? dallas? austin? arlington?” she didn’t know many places in texas, except for the places her and kennedy would travel to when they were younger. “god bless that barista. people like her deserve the best in life.” she laughed once more. “one day at a time is also easier said than done. i feel like i’m constantly in the past, y’know? even those days don’t make sense, how am i supposed to make sense of today? my ex is confusing the hell out of me. one moment its this, one moment is that–it’s whiplash really. my sister would tell me to collect the shattered pieces of my broken life and move on with it. get over it–but again, easier said than done. right?” wren didn’t noticed how much she rambled, but once she did her cheeks turned red. “sorry about that–i didn’t know what got to me there.”
“really? wow. not that i thought i seemed like a bitch or anything, i’m just surprised i come off as nice.” maybe it was just her own self-consciousness, her constant fear that she was actually a total asshole speaking. wren’s next statement made ivy laugh — she definitely didn’t seem like a southern girl anymore, did she? “luckily, i’ve had lost of time to practice getting rid of my accent. but if you ever see me very, very drunk...i might slip up,” the blonde confessed with another giggle. “i’m impressed by your texas knowledge. i’m from around dallas,” ivy told her. as wren mentioned something about being stuck in the past, it struck a chord in the older girl’s heart, absolutely understanding where she was coming from. “well,” ivy drawled, taking a brief moment to consider all of wren’s rambling before she spoke. “if it helps at all, i don’t think any of us can make sense of...well, anything, really. it’s so hard to even try to comprehend stuff, when everything all feels so...confusing,” she concluded, letting out a sigh. ivy definitely knew about trying to unpack the past, and how it affected the now. though most of the time, she felt like she was doing more running from it than anything else. “sorry about your ex, that’s a lot to deal with. i’d say stop talking, but i assume it’s not that easy, right?” ivy questioned, tilting her head to the side curiously. “easier said than done. right. it’s okay, though. you can talk to me. i won’t pretend my advice is worth much, but...i’m an okay listener, i think.” she shrugged.
