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"are you going to keep looking at me like that or are you actually going to kiss me ?"
texts | tessa & liz
Tessa: Fuck, I just stubbed my toe against the coffee table.
SATURDAY, MAY 2ND, 2020. → AT WRIGHTSVILLE MANOR. featuring: @sommerstessa.
Sophia should have guessed that, at some point during that night, she would have ran into the legendary Tessa Sommers. It had been a wedding that the town talked about for months, so it hadn’t been lost on Sophia that the bride had been close with Kevin’s ex. She had been there for the groom and her boyfriend’s ties with his childhood friends, but that hadn’t meant that spotting the former flame of Kevin’s in a world that Sophia wasn’t necessarily apart of hadn’t stung. She sucked it up, but Sophia was also human. “Hey.” The brunette was quick to great the bridesmaid and shimmied a strand of curled hair back. It would have been more awkward to try and bypass the woman when they already made that eye contact, so Sophia flashed her a smile. “You look awesome. Hey, you’ve known the bride as long as Kevin, right?”
sunday, october 6th, 2019. → at the FARMERS MARKET. featuring: @sommerstessa.
October was easily one of Weston’s favorite months of the year. The autumn season consisted of football, fried chicken, fishing trips, family gatherings and a decent weather change. It typically lifted the male’s spirits while most were in the depressed summer goodbye blues state — even if the November 5th court date would always be on the back of his mind with rand new stressors added onto his shoulders, he was more than happy to see the colors made the mood warm and carry a orangey twist on the sunset. He had opted to drop by the Farmer’s Market that day after dropping Jake off at a friend’s house before he was bound to jet back home to catch the last of the Carolina game, hoping the butcher’s block from Robert’s market would still be set up near the corner for a good rack of ribs to throw on the smoker. "Y’know, Hickory Homestead is probably a hell of a lot cheaper than tryin’ to pick these suckers up ‘round here.” Weston chuckled as he tapped his knuckle down against a painted white pumpkin he had caught Tessa eyeing. “Somethin’ tells me you could probably do this yourself, too.”
They were born at 9:15 am. At least that’s what their mom had told them when they were little, and their dad when they asked when they were old enough to remember. He remembered their last birthday with her, how she had made them banana oatmeal muffins and woke them up just ten minutes before 9:15 am. It was a long time ago now. But the memory still sat heavy with Theo. They all did, but today it was that one.
He woke up at 5 am to make the muffins. It was a mix of anxiety that he couldn’t shake and an overwhelming nostalgia. The first batch got burnt because he fell asleep at the kitchen counter, but the second one came out perfectly. He considered waiting until a normal time to stop by her place, but, when had he ever been known as normal, anyway?
It was 9:05 am and he was knocking on Tessa’s apartment door. He was smart enough to stop for coffee. She might kill him for this, waking her up early, showing up at all. He probably should’ve gone by Ivy’s, but in was times like this where he needed to be around the one person who got what he was going through. He was lucky that way, that his sister stuck by his side through all of this. @tessaxnoelle
