𝕙𝕠𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟𝕧𝕒𝕤𝕚𝕠𝕟 ⇝ greed
Now, to say Ashley Greene wasn’t resourceful would have been a bold faced lie. It may have taken her a little longer to get her shit together and find out her friend’s address, but there it was! --sticky noted to the front door with a heart around it. They had spoke time and time again of the older woman crashing the younger’s alone time, but it still had yet to happen. Part of that was because of work - there was lines to memorize! - and the other was due to a mixture of laziness and well, there was a reason why Nikki hadn’t been invited to the wedding that never took place. A certain level of gravity took over whenever the two became close, sucking the woman into her former costar. A level of gravity that she had never truly spoke of, nor did she want to bring it up... at least not on a public forum. Ashley had always been completely smitten by the other. Who wouldn’t be? She was a fucking rockstar across the board! So, of course, feelings had come and gone and come back around. Sara Bareilles had it write when she sang the song, but the once vamp never really agreed on being set free or left be. They always had a good time together!
And all of that was neither here nor there as the now blonde fluttered about her home, getting ready to look like a bum after the gym. It was an art form! But she wasn’t about to get dolled up for anything, as there really was not plan of action for the day aside from show up at Nikki’s home. Quickly stopping to pick up an iced coffee for herself and a green tea refresher for the other, Ashley made it to the other woman’s house in record time with a bag full of movies, a yoga mat in the car and organic snacks for snacking, obviously. The whole organic thing always threw her off, though. Pulling up in the driveway with a smile plastered across her face, hands smoothed down the front of her bedazzled racerback - effectively changing the color scheme - before she climbed out and gathered everything. Knuckles rapped against the woman’s door as she impatiently waited for the door to be open. “Nik...” The nickname was drug out in a slight whine as she knocked again. “I found you,” which admittedly sounded terrible out loud, but oh well! ( @nikkirccd )