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[alaskamichaels-blog]

It was abnormally windy, despite how fast summer crept closer to the residents of Wilmington. Alaska didn’t mind the cold and enjoyed the layers it afforded them to wear; however, what it did to inanimate objects wasn’t the most desirable. Having only made it a short distance from their apartment in Downtown, Alaska was now in the throes of the street, and had become transfixed by a floating paper after they paused in their steps. Brows furrowed together as they followed it, hands tucked into their jacket until– snatch. Unfolding what they discovered was now a napkin, their eyes flitted through the words, and immediately knew it needed to be returned to its rightful owner. Looking up, they saw the nearest person with a confused expression, and decided to ask: “Did you lose this?”

[sabrinalevin-blog]

Sabrina had been trying to multitask, which usually did not go well for her. In between attempting to speak to her agent on the phone, trying to figure out what was going on in her call sheet and trying to write down the scenes she needed memorized perfectly by tomorrow on her phone, the wind picked up and snatched the paper from her hands. She cursed herself in her mind, waiting for her agent to finish talking to her as she hyper focused on the paper. As she hung up, she tried to pick up the pace to chase after it. She thought she had lost it until the person before her addressed her. Taking one look at the paper, she felt her anxiety disappear. “Oh my God, yes. Thank you so much. You just saved my life.” 

[kaleighhenderson-deactivated202]

Isaiah stood in the check out line, doing his best to ignore the looks on the cashier and bagger’s face as he began setting bananas on the conveyor belt. Yes, he was buying about fifty bananas but they were on sale for only thirty cent and he couldn’t pass that up. “You don’t need to bag them that nicely, just…put as many as you can into each bag, it’s fine,” he instructed the bagger who was being overly gentle with the fruit. He glanced back toward the person standing in line behind him, shooting them a quick smile. “My doctor says I need more potassium in my diet.” 

[sabrinalevin-blog]

Most of the check out lines had been full except for one that people seemed to avoid like the plague. She made her way towards that one. All she needed was to get some bread and to make herself sandwiches for the drive to set this week, so the sight she caught once she arrived  at the counter was surprising. In fact, it was hilarious to her. When the person responsible for the deed turned around, Sabrina simply laughed, very amused, “Oh? Is that what he meant? I think a tree would’ve been cheaper.” 

[sabrinalevin-blog]

“I’m honored!” Heather leaned back in her seat with a surprised and flattered grin, pressing a hand up over her heart. She nodded along in understanding at the mention of Will & Grace as a prime example. “Oh speaking of, you know, back to thanking me in your speech and all. I would like to return that favor, next time I gotta make a speech of some sort, I’ll mention you. Kinda always dreamed about making up acceptance speeches in my downtime, but who hasn’t?”

A small chuckle escaped her lips at the pun. “Oh my goodness, that’s freakin’ great. That dang tiny print though. So tricky.” She paused for a few seconds and hummed in thought. “I see that, I love that. You’re on the right track… definitely gotta have a jingle. I’ve memorized so many company phone numbers because of catchy tunes. Uh, I’m seeing a whole Vegas theme for the advertisement. All because money and chips for all got me thinking that there’s some connection to poker. Unless that theme would steal the spotlight from our purpose, then we’ll scrap it.”

“It’s the least I can do!” Sabrina always imagined what she would do during an acceptance speech. Although she never expected to win one. The industry was hard enough the way that it was, hoping for awards to make it all worth it seemed strange to her, even if she used her shampoo as her Oscar trophy. “I would be so honored to be included in your dream speech,” she laughed. She really would be. “Me and my shampoo bottle, Oscar, my conditioner, Emmy, and my liquid soap, Tony, definitely agree with you.” 

Sabrina laughed along. “Yeah, that’s the only part that might put a little bump in our plan, but I think that we can do it.” Sabrina hadn’t realized the connection to Vegas, but after Heather mentioned it, she couldn’t help but find it hilarious. “No, no. Branding is one of the most important things. If people think the whole thing is funny, they will pay much more attention. It’ll bring up the stakes like crazy. I’m loving the Las Vegas theme.” 

[sabrinalevin-blog]

“Twenty,” he said, without a moment’s hesitation. “And that’s assuming every four kids like the same flavors. Then again, for all I know, they’re all probably just into chocolate.” He paused, turned to look at the fridge of ice cream tubs on display, then back to the girl. “Should I get five tubs of chocolate ice cream instead?”

“So it’s a party?” Sabrina asked. “I would say you’re good with five if they’re all different flavors, but you could honestly probably get away with two of the big three gallon ones and still have left overs, especially if they’re chocolate and vanilla. There are like, one hundred scoops per tub.” It was weird that she knew that information, she was well aware, but she always remembered how much ice cream her theater troupe in elementary and middle school left behind during a cast party.

[derailmvnts]

“How much ice cream is too much ice cream?” he asked, glancing between his list, the tubs of ice cream in his cart, and the other person. “I didn’t know what flavors the kids wanted, so I got like, five. That’s not too much, is it? I’m not irresponsibly giving them too much sugar?”

[sabrinalevin-blog]

Sabrina was startled at the question. She hadn’t been expecting anyone to speak to her while she looked at the ice cream flavors, trying to decide what she wanted, which she took a little too seriously. “What? Oh. I don’t know. I guess it depends on how many kids you’re talking about.” 

[sabrinalevin-blog]

“Yes. You have my support,” she clapped lightly. Her head tilted up in response and eyed the space, almost knowingly. Returning her attention towards the other young woman, she was inclined to talk more about what was said. “So, next big thing. Could be like, the next big sitcom? Or how about a revival to a big sitcom? We’ve seen a lot of that lately.”

Heather nodded, as if it had been the most serious scenario. “Though can you imagine having to sue such a giant corporation? On one hand, it sounds difficult. Might lose. On the other hand, as you said – if you go in the case with me and everyone’s got this exact issue… we’ve got a whole army against a large company. Chaotic. Daunting, at the same time liberating? Quick! We need a tagline. Something like, money and chips for all. Or something else that’s got a ring to it.”

“I’ll thank you in my Emmy speech. You’ll be right after my mom.” Sabrina laughed as Heather looked around as if she could see the camera somewhere in the area. If she thought about it too hard, she could almost believe their little joke was true. “Could be. They’re always making more so you never know. I’m sure a revival is more of a sure-fire hit with Will & Grace getting that nomination almost right out of the gate.” Sabrina thought the nostalgia movement in the industry was interesting, but she also worried that it was a little too close to the nepotism era of modeling. 

Sabrina rubbed her hands together, trying to think of the possibilities. “I’m sure we’ll have it in the bag, no pun intended. I think it’ll be long but we’ll definitely come out on top. We can put one of those television advertisements that are like, ‘You can be eligible for compensation!’ with the tiny print that the lawsuit is still in progress. Honestly, Money and chips for all is actually a pretty good start. Make it catchier and we got a chant.”

[andrewxreed-blog]

It had been a long time since Andrew had gone anywhere without his kid. It felt so freeing to be able to sit somewhere without worrying about what Sophie was getting into, or whether or not she was drawing on the tables or screaming or crying or over-tired. It was just Andrew, his black coffee, and the pitter patter of rain on the window beside him. He could do whatever he pleased for as long as he pleased – so long as he didn’t receive a panicked call from his sister begging him to come home. Andrew was using his newly found free time to debate different real-estate listings in the area. Laid out in front of him were multiple manilla folders filled with one-sheets and blueprints, maps of forested lots and beach-front properties. Andrew didn’t even know where to begin – the man had barely even seen the whole town. 

With a huff, Andrew leaned back in his chair. It was then that he noticed a person hovering nearby, balancing their own hot drink on a small plate. It seemed that they were looking for a free spot. Being the open person he was (resolved to be), Andrew cleared his files off of half of the table. “Care for a seat?” He asked. 

[sabrinalevin-blog]

Sabrina had just started working on a set, which shot close by to Wilmington, but still offered a pretty long commute. On nights the young part of the cast decided to call it a night as opposed to going to the bar down the street from the studio, Sabrina made her way to the little coffee shop to wind down before she went home. Usually this allowed some time for she and Avery to sometimes arrive at the same time. Today, though, the place seemed especially packed. Sabrina just wanted to find a place to sit and stare off into space and wait for the rain to pass, but there weren’t any around. 

Then, she heard a voice. It was a bit of a saving grace. “Oh my God. Thank you much. Only if you don’t mind.” 

[sabrinalevin-blog]

“Yeah, but I think if you’re also a tired kid waiting for your flight, you’d be fine.” Madison argued, although not with the serious intent of arguing. “I would never get on a flight again if that was the case. – Fun fact: I hate children. – With a deep seeded passion. There’s fewer things that I hate more than children, honestly.” She confessed, laughing slightly, although mostly because she was nervous that Sabrina wouldn’t agree, or understand where she was coming from. “Which Christmas movie is that, by the way? I’m completely blanking right now…” She scratched her head in thought. “Well your dad had good taste. It’s really pretty, and it matches the whole….” Madison then motioned to Sabrina’s person with open hands. “Everything.” She finally added, a smile on her lips as she dropped her hands back onto the arm rests of the chair. Madison decided not to ask about Sabrina’s background more. If she wasn’t going to talk about her father openly, Madison wouldn’t ask. It wasn’t any of her business in the first place. “Maybe that’s just a mom thing…” She pondered, looking up into the sky with slim eyes as she thought, shrugging afterwards and moving on. “I’m a little upset by how much truth you just preached. .” Madison then burst out laughing. “No it’s… Not on the back burner. It’s just… Over. It doesn’t make sense to try to revive a dead dream.” She shrugged. “Yeah, I guess. I don’t think it’s good or bad. Just kind of… In between.”

“Tired children are a lot, though, like, a lot.” She’d been around them before, and wow, it was a little crazy. Especially when their parents weren’t around to comfort them, no matter what the age was. But then again, she remembered being a kid and how emotional and overwhelming everything was. “I mean I get it, I guess. Not everyone is compatible with kids. To me they’re just little people who can’t fit all their feelings into their bodies so everything just kind of... spills out? And they’re also inexperienced, so sometimes they are so pure. I don’t know, I actually really love kids. All the kids I’ve worked with have been so amazing.” Sabrina could see herself having kids, if it fit somehow with her career, maybe. But she imagined that they would be part of her future at some point. “It’s called Unaccompanied Minors and honestly, very cute. I like Christmas movies, but I mostly watch them to spot the menorah.” It was a game she and her mom played all the time. Sabrina always suspected it was her mom’s way of not letting her forget her heritage under all the red and green and trees. “Because I’m a star?” Sabrina did some jazz hands, adopting a Marilyn Monroe voice. “I think that’s their duty.” At least, that’s what she liked to think. Sabrina laughed. It was funny that other people had also observed a similar pattern with the Academy Awards. It always drove her a little nuts that she rooted for the person that got buried under someone’s more famous Oscar campaign. “Oh?” Sabrina wasn’t sure what else to say.

[sabrinalevin-blog]

Even though she didn’t know if the no way had been genuine, she made a real thought on the subject. “Yes way. In fact, in the short amount of time that I’d known you, I say that you’re pretty funny and you can totally do a sitcom. Honestly, this right here feels like a sitcom. You’ve got The Office vibes nailed already.” To go further with the (semi) serious idea, she crept closer to the table and narrowed her eyes. Heather turned watchfully from side to side; her skepticism merely a joke. “We’re not on a tv show right now, are we?”

It delighted Heather to feel like her experiments, no matter how small, were appreciated and were of an intriguing matter — at least, that’s how it had felt like. The girl returned a more prominent frown. “It’s insanity. I suppose a lot of products on the market lie. Some live up to the hype, some don’t. Sadly, these hand warmers were giving me all sorts of mixed signals. Like, do they work or not? I hate not getting a clear and concise answer. I don’t have any lawyer friends, but if I did, I’d probably get a whole mess of a court case that I didn’t need. Maybe I’ll file a lawsuit against Lays. Scratch that, all chip companies. That ratio from chip to air is far off.”

Sabrina laughed a little at the idea of her being in a sitcom. Although she’d always watched them and imitated them, she wasn’t sure she ever saw herself in one, but she’d take it if it came. It seemed fun. “Well, I appreciate that. Especially that you think I’m funny enough to rival the Office, I’ll have to push my agents to get me jobs in whatever looks like the next big thing.” Sabrina pointed to an empty space in the sky and said, “Who’s to say? Maybe the camera’s up there. I know s much as you do is all I will say.” 

“Well, someone else will figure out the truth soon enough thanks to your research and they’ll sue.” Sabrina knew exactly what she meant with the air and chip ratio. She made so many jokes about it every time she bought one, because sometimes there would be about three or four chips in the bag. “The Lays case could be a whole class lawsuit if you think about it. Everyone’s got a problem with it. I’ll go in with you and we’ll make a lot of money.” 

[sabrinalevin-blog]

“That sounds like hell on Earth. – But at that age, it probably sounds like heaven on Earth. You just get to sit around and play with kids, get on a plane, get off, then play with kids again until you’re picked up by someone? Seems like a dream to kid me.” She laughed, taking note of the necklace. “That necklace is really pretty, by the way. – How’d you get it?” When asking about jewelry and other expensive items, she always asked how instead of where, because often times, things like that came with a story, and that story was always more intriguing than the place where they got it from. “Good thing you were raised by your mom then?” Madison replied, uncertain of her words, and waiting for the other woman to correct her. “Yeah… It’s not great. And it’s such a weird blend of stuff, because sometimes she’s very relaxed and “do whatever you want because you’re still coping”, but other times she’s very “you’re gonna do what I say because I know best.” and it’s almost a crap shoot when I’m trying to figure out what mode she’s in during any given day. So I mostly just assume it’s the relaxed, until she basically kicks me out of the house.” Madison explained before adding. “It’s important to note though, that um… She’s still really nice when she kicks me out and makes me get out of bed. She’s a sweet woman all the time, which is actually what makes it so difficult.” Madison wasn’t sure why she was still talking about this to the stranger. She knew she didn’t particularly care. She was probably just saying it for herself. “They’d probably make my accident something actually worth talking about.” She added onto the woman’s argument. It was morbid, but also true. The odds that the writers for her “movie” would allow her accident to be the one played out in the film? It didn’t seem possible in her mind. “I get it. I acted too. – Before, anyways. Kinda let that go for right now.” Madison admitted, a small frown on her face. “Which do I follow? Fuck that’s a loaded question. I don’t think I really follow any of the social norms. – Not intentionally anyways. I’m gay, I’m unemployed, I’m not going to post secondary, I don’t drive…. I could go on about the ones I don’t follow. “

“A bunch of tired kids waiting for their flights in one room doesn’t sound like such a great idea to me. I mean unless it’s anything like the movie, where they just run around the entire airport and mess around and make it Christmas for this one kid’s little sister, which I thought was very sweet. It warmed my heart, anyway.” Sabrina always loved to see Christmas movies, mostly because she didn’t celebrate it. She showed the little star to her, “My dad brought it back from Colorado or North Carolina. Or maybe it was South Dakota. But anyway, he gave it to me when he came back for my birthday. I have it to remember him by.” Sabrina nodded, but didn’t say much else on the comment about her mother raising her. It was too long winded to explain that her mother raised her, and her father wasn’t around much but she never resented him for it. He also died when she was young, which was another thing she didn’t like to bring up. “I totally get that. My mom and I would sometimes go days when I could disappear for most of the day, and then one day, randomly, she’d get strict and ask me to stay home and not let me out for a week. Well, it’s the opposite, but you know what I mean.” She laughed a little at the idea of it, though, mostly because she could imagine all the actresses and would fight tooth and nail  for the role, only for them to pick someone that was already famous and looked nothing like what they asked for, but instead, they had them dye their hair and be nominated for an Oscar. “Honestly, they’ll probably add tons of music to it and then add a little fire the actress playing you will inexplicably not be damaged by. Even if a fire wouldn’t make sense. Then she’ll be up for an Oscar she’ll lose to an older actress who wasn’t necessarily better, but was due.” Unsure of what to say about that, Sabrina twirled her necklace once more, before saying, “Well, it’s very draining on top of everything. I think everyone puts it on the back burner for their own sake every once in a while.” She didn’t know how true that was. She’d been steadily working for a long time, maybe not in movies or shows, but she always had a commercial or two lined up for as long as she’d been acting, so she didn’t know how to quit. “Props to you, you’re a cocktail of the unordinary. But it’s not a bad thing.” 

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[sabrinalevin-blog]

“Unaccompanied minor program?” Madison repeated in question. “I don’t think I heard of that, but honestly, it doesn’t sound like a risk my parents would’ve been willing to take. I thought they were bad before but since… This.” She then motioned to her chair. “They’ve been ever farther up my ass, despite my ass being planted in chair most of the time.” She explained, rolling her eyes. Her mom had gone from the mom with not many rules once she graduated, to suddenly kicking her out of the house to get exercise, and making sure she didn’t spend all day in bed watching Netflix, and yes, that wasn’t strict at all, but to Madison, who only wanted those things, that was a load of bullshit. “Well please don’t go to a screenwriter and ask them to write my story then. – First of all, they’d probably hate it because it’s boring as hell. But second of all, I just don’t like a lot of people knowing about… – Well, about me.” She shrugged, frowning for a moment, before perking back up and returning to her natural demeanor. “Well… You seem like a good whoopsie.” Madison replied, teasing the woman’s choice of words. “I know, I’m just saying that like… if I did follow those things.”

“It’s just when you travel on your own and they give you a flight attendant and put you in a little room with other kids with games and whatever while you wait for your flight.” Sabrina laughed a little, toying with her necklace, recalling her mom’s words about it once. “Yeah, my mom wouldn’t have been too crazy about it. But I think my dad would have probably been the kind to plant me on one of those for the experience.” She nodded. She could imagine that whatever happened to her would make any mother get a little bit crazy, although she understood why Madison would want her to lay off and Sabrina agreed. People had an idea that people in wheelchairs were helpless but she’d seen them do so much she never understood how anyone could think so. “That must suck honestly. I wouldn’t know what to do with myself if I had my mom constantly on me all the time.” Sabrina’s mom wasn’t exactly overprotective, but she wasn’t a free range parent either. She didn’t want Sabrina to move out ideally until she was much older or married. Sabrina had to be the one to tell her things just didn’t work like that anymore. “Well, you know Hollywood, they’ll embellish. It probably won’t even look like your story once they’re done with it. But I get it, and I promise I didn’t mean that I’d ever get anyone to write it. It’s just like an emotional toolbox sort of thing.” Sabrina gave her an amused smile when she heard her words repeated back to her. They did sound silly. “Well, thank you. I’m happy to be here.” Sabrina nodded, “Well, which do you follow?” 

[sabrinalevin-blog]

It was silly how everything worked out. The events of that day turning out to be something of a television program. “That’s gold,” she beamed, shaking her head at the comparison. “Not far off, considering one of us is already an actress.” The girl narrowed her eyes in a joking manner. Her first impression of her “blind turned familiar” date had been positive when she had met her weeks back; laughing and relating about talking to inanimate objects and such. Now here she was, appreciating the funny remark. Sabrina seemed to be as nice as she had remembered, and getting along felt as natural as it was conveyed over text.

Her grimace enthused absolute excitement as she swayed in her seat. She nodded at first, then squinted with a sense of uncertainty. “First, let me start off by saying it sincerely means a lot.” Heather held a hand up to her heart at the comment, thriving off of her discoveries making an impact. “Secondly, get this: the results were inconclusive.” Bowing her head down enough to maintain a mischievous grin ahead at the girl in front of her, she brought the cup up to her lips. “The first one I was holding, when we were near your car? That one lasted eight hours. The next one lasted five hours, and the third one ended up holding for eleven hours.”

It was a fair statement, even if it had been a joke. Sabrina nodded, then changed her posture and cheated out a little to an imaginary camera before using the classic sitcom delivery she’d seen on TV, “Me? In a sitcom just because I’m an actress? No way.” She laughed as she turned back to her. This was nice. She was happy. It was probably the most comfortable she’d ever felt on a date, the catch being that it’d started out as a blind date. Sometimes she thought that text relationships never unfolded the same, or even naturally, but right now, she thought they definitely ran with it. 

Although most people would have thought it was a strange thing for her to get excited about, she actually was very excited to hear what the results of Heather’s experiment had been. Those were her absolute favorite thing. She spent too much time watching YouTube videos about it. “Inconclusive?” Sabrina frowned a bit. “Wow. So you’re essentially playing the lottery with these gloves. We need a lawyer friend now who can tell us if you can sue them for all they’re worth.” 

[sabrinalevin-blog]

“It was a little stressful when it first started going on. My first time being on an airplane, I was going with my dad to see his new house with him, and help him move in. – Well… At least that’s what he told me. I really just… Watched and he unpacked. Then, if I ever wanted to see my mom, the only way, was to get on a plane and fly over. My father always sent someone he trusted with me. Family that lived in LA, friends of his that he knew he could trust, a few times, he even got on a flight with me himself, just to get back on the next flight back to LA. It wasn’t practical, but when you’re like…. 4 or 5 years old, you’re taking a pretty big risk to let them go on the flight alone.” She explained with a shrug. “My first flight alone was when I was 12 years old. It was fucking terrifying, but…I knew I could do it, and I forced myself to be okay with it.” She added. “Sorry… You probably don’t care about any of that…” Madison muttered, chewing on her thumb softly. “Well… I don’t know… I’m young, but I’m not… That young. I turn 25 this year so… I don’t know. Most people are expected to have kids and settle down by like… 30. So…” She reasoned, although she knew her logic was flawed and not accurate. At the woman’s compliment, Madison’s eyes immediately widened and she blushed a deep red and her hands immediately flicked her sleeves over her hands, which then shot up to her face, hiding her blush as best as she could. Madison’s head darted down towards her lap and she giggled awkwardly. “Th-Thank you…” She always panicked so badly when people complimented her. She never knew how to react, and as a result, she ended up making herself look like an idiot doing things like this.

“Wow. That must have been stressful. At least you weren’t put in that unaccompanied minor program. I’ve heard those are pretty awful.” Only from people she’d known, anyway. Sabrina had only ever been on a plane for work, and she didn’t start traveling for work until she was already eighteen, so it didn’t matter then if she flew by herself or not. Her mom would have never let her travel by herself before then, so she couldn’t imagine. “No, no, it’s fine,” she assured her, smiling. “I never mind hearing about someone else’s life. I’m an actress, so all that stuff is interesting to me. I always put it somewhere, so you’re doing me a favor if anything.” Sabrina shrugged at the thought of having to settle down by thirty. That thinking never fit in her mind, really. “My mom had me and she’s still not settled down. And even then, I was a whoopsie, so I am here by miracle. All those rules are just stuff someone made up. You don’t have to follow them.” Sabrina smiled softly at her response. She seemed like a sweet girl. 

[transboypippin]

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[sabrinalevin-blog]

“Thanks. You too,” she responded, smiling softly. This was about to be it. She shouldn’t have been so shaky considering it wasn’t a date kind of date — as it was a friend date. Still, it was pulling her nerves in all sorts of ways once her fingers curled around the cold metal of the cafe’s door. Obviously Annabel wouldn’t set her up with a murderer (Or would she? Doubtful). The fear of the unknown was making its presence. Her head whipped behind as her brows raised in unison, her sight immediately set on Sabrina’s phone. “Wait, what?” A hearty giggle erupted as her legs stumbled forward. Heather bit her lip in concentration, shaking her head that those were the identical texts on her end: Sabrina was “her” all along, all right.

“Oh my god. No way.” She held up her hand with the phone on her text screen. “I did not see this coming.” The city was a close-knit community, therefore it shouldn’t have surprised her to find that she was set up with someone she already met. It had been a good shock though, as things began to feel less awkward and more comical. The conversations she had with Sabrina were mostly over social media, and now in light of recent happenings it had been texts as well. This turn of events didn’t stop her from proceeding. She was blocking the entry to be fair, and offered to hold the door open for her and the fellow patrons just coming in.

The welcoming scent of coffee and baked goods danced into her nose. The glasses and silverware were clinking, people were chatting. A familiar atmosphere paired with a familiar face — and even if it was an unfamiliar face, being in this location that she was comfortable with made it go well. Heather stirred her latte around unconsciously and began chomping down on a bagel. “So, what’s up? And the verdict’s in for the hand warmer test by the way. Don’t think that I forgot, ‘cause I didn’t.”

Sabrina laughed at the reaction. Honestly, she felt the same way. Never in a million years would she have guessed she’d been texting Heather all along. It just never crossed her mind that she could know the person. True, they never shared names. But it still never crossed her. She was still getting used to the idea of living in a small town and having these sitcom-like situations happen to her. Although, a part of her was relieved that it was Heather. It took the edge of starting completely from scratch. “I feel like we’re starring in our own sitcom together. This is hilarious. This episode ends with one of us saying, ‘And that’s how I met your mother.’” 

Sabrina sat down in front of Heather. She felt warm, comfortable. Relief, maybe. Familiarity. She liked it. “Wait, really? I’ve actually been wondering. Did they really last as long as they said?” For some reason that experiment was really of interest to her. She’d never tried it herself, but it was little things like that that she enjoyed to know. “Listen, no matter which way this goes, whenever you do an experiment, you give me the results. I want them.” 

[sabrinalevin-blog]

“Half… Yeah.” Madison corrected. “I was born here though. Lived here until I was four. Then my parents split, and my father moved across the country just so he wouldn’t have to deal with her. So that meant that I lived here and there… A lot.” She shrugged, not necessarily seeing it as a bad thing. It got her over her fear of airplanes at a young age, and it meant that she had friends in two places, who she could talk to about different things. “Well… Yeah. It’s pretty big.” She admitted with a nod. “And I think so… – At the very least, I’m not moving back to LA. I’m not sure here is home either, though. I think living somewhere where no one knows me would be nice so… Maybe somewhere less populated. – Or maybe I’ll stay here. I don’t know. I still have a lot of time to decide.” Madison reasoned. “Yeah, my whole… Shell obsession isn’t known by a lot of people though. I was pretty ashamed of it as a kid, so I’d stuff them in my pockets when no one was looking.”

“Oh, I can’t imagine having to do that.” When her father left for months at a time, Sabrina never went with him, she just stayed with her mom. She couldn’t imagine moving back and forth between the two of them. Not that her mother would ever allow it. She wanted Sabrina to have some sort of structure, and in return, she chose a career that had zero structure. “Well, you’re young. If anything you have a lot of time to pick a place. I’m here for now, but I may be anywhere else in the future. You’ll be fine.” Sabrina laughed softly at her confession before saying, “Well, I’m honored. I think it’s really sweet that you do that. Like, I don’t know, of all the obsessions, this one is pretty cute.”