#ft. cary

[beth-drydenarchive]

Who's your best friend?

“I think everyone knows by now that there is an actual village. I, of course, have my two sisters and my brother. Then we have @halessinclair, @greerkingstcn, @sydncyfitzpatrick, @lucybethbarton, @jxsoncash, @sfitzpatrick, @weston-taylor and @cary-reynolds when he’s not being an asshole... And @aubreytaylcr because despite everything, I love her little booty like she’s my sister.”

[beth-drydenarchive]

“Oh hey, thanks so much for coming over. Can you just watch Ellie for me? I’ll be back soon, thanks, bye.” Winking at Ellie, Beth hurried out of the door before Cary had a chance to blink let alone object. He hadn’t spent much time with Ellie over the years, but enough for the youngster to feel comfortable around him and even though he might kill Beth later, she knew he would do his best.

Of course, Beth didn’t actually need anything that she couldn’t take Ellie along for, but whilst she had some time, she did some grocery shopping, grabbed a coffee and slotted in a quick eyebrow wax before making her way back to her house. It had only been about an hour, enough time for Cary to settle down at least. 

Shuffling back through the front door, Beth plastered a bright smile on her face. “I’m back, I bought donuts!” Walking through the family room, waving at her daughter before moving through to the kitchen, the blonde pressed her lips together to stop herself from laughing as she spotted her friend. “Okay, hear me out, you never would’ve said yes if I asked and you need practice with kids, so, I will not apologise and instead will just say that you are welcome. How was she?” @cary-reynolds

[beth-drydenarchive]

Beth, like her parents before her, tried to raise her daughter to be as well rounded as possible. So, on a Saturday that Beth would usually be spending time with her little one, she had instead allowed her sister to take Ellie, a mere four year old, on a tour of a museum. It hadn’t taken her long to change her plans from sitting around the house all day to finally checking in on one of her friends. 

Standing outside Cary’s front door, Beth knocked a couple of times, waiting for a few seconds before knocking again. “I know you’re in there, Care. Open up...” She knocked again, her eyes rolling ever so slightly before she rattled the bag she had bought, shaking the beer bottles together to clink. “I have beer and I’m not going anywhere, so wake up or open the door.” She knocked again for good measure. “Don’t make me talk to you through a door, asshat, open the door.” @cary-reynolds