#p:gemma

[melinda-mel-brown]

Daddy Dearest// Mel and Gemma

Mel couldn’t stop smiling. She didn’t know if she ever could. She just married the girl of her dreams. Everyone was happy, she had been dancing all night, and was completely sober, which surprised herself. The wedding was great, the dinner was amazing, and the cake tasted amazing. Now everyone was dancing around and just having fun. There was only one thing missing. Her father. It had hurt her a lot at the time, but thankfully Lola was there to walk her down the aisle. Gemma had talked to her after the wedding, and she was starting to come to terms with it when there was a slamming door.

She looked to the side and saw a tall man with a beard and dark hair. He had a leather jacket on and jeans, sticking out like a sore thumb. Mel felt her pulse quicken, walking over to the man.  He looked around and saw Mel, giving her a smile as he tucked what seemed to be a flask in his jacket pocket. “Melinda. Sweet party.” he slurred as she walked over. Mel felt her smile fall, realizing that her father was not only late, but completely wasted. She glanced over her shoulder towards her mother who was standing completely frigid, and her now wife, before turning back to him. “Thanks....Dad.”

@gemmakings

[melinda-mel-brown]

Next Chapter // Gemma and Mel

Mel was currently walking alongside Gemma after the party. It was dark, and late, and both of them had started to get tired. Mel had been anxiously waiting for this moment all night. She had done her best to not show her nerves all night, but she had a feeling Gemma was starting to get suspicious. She looked over at her girlfriend for a moment, just admiring her as she started to slow down their walk. “So, did you have fun tonight?” she asked her, trying to hide her nerves.

@gemmakings

[melinda-mel-brown]

Monster  // Gemma and Mel

Mel had been struggling the past couple of weeks. She tried to stay away from Gemma after her talk with Lola, opting to stay high and drunk as long as she could. She was tired though. So tired, and she missed her girlfriend. So she did what she had to do to get the courage to go and see Gemma. She got high, again. 

She was slightly stumbling as she opened Gemma’s door with her key copy. She looked completely trashed, wearing the clothes she wore the day before, and her hair undone. She ran a hand through her messy hair as she looked around for her girlfriend, wanting to see her but not wanting to call out for her.

@gemmakings

[brookcarterarchive-blog]

Meet and Greet? || Brooklyn & Gemma

It was finally Friday, Brooklyn's favorite day of the weekdays. It was a busy week for her at the City Hall and she was more than happy to be done with the week. No more answering calls and contacting people. Phew. Now she was finally free to celebrate it over scotch. It was her treat to herself - she promised that if she managed to survive the week she would have some me time and have her drink in peace. As much as she loved having people around, she liked her solitary times just as much. She took a cab to one of her favorite places - she didn't drive ever since her twin brother Joseph died in a car crash, and it was beginning to eat a good part of her income to took a cab each time. But still, that was her best option unless someone volunteered to give her a ride. Two hours later, she had her third glass and was definitely feeling the effects. She was nowhere near drunk, but tipsy enough to smile around without a solid reason. Her body and mind was at ease and she was observing other people. That's when she spotted one particular blonde. Could it be her? She got off the bar stool she was sitting on and carefully made her way to the woman trying not to trip in her heels. "Hello. I don't want to bother but I thought you look like someone. Is there a chance that your name is Gemma and have a pen name, Arya Ryan? You know, the amazing author of the books Love and Mercy?" @notaryaryan

[melinda-mel-brown]

Night of Firsts//Mel & Gemma

Mel swallowed thickly as she looked at herself in the mirror. She had gone to extreme lengths for this date, and it was making her extremely nervous. She had to shoot up again to just get herself to calm down enough to get into her dress. It would probably surprise Gemma to even see her in that. She had her hair done and even had makeup on to match her embroidered dress. She had even put in reservations for one of the most expensive french restaurant in the area. She had called a driver for the night as well. She really wanted to impress Gemma. It took her a couple of minutes after the driver arrived to pick her up before she made herself get in it. She had to try. She wasn’t going to run away this time.

Once they pulled up to Gemma’s place the driver opened her door while she texted Gemma she was outside. He offered to help her out but Mel slapped his hand away. She may be looking different but she wasn’t going to act completely different. She exited the car and stood on the other side, facing Gemma’s door as she waited for her date to come down out.

[zachtfh]

Shut up and sing with me | Zach & Gemma

Zach had the studio set up perfectly, his note book and wad of stickynotes were laid out perfectly in front of him and his had his favourite acoustic guitar was on his lap. Now all he needed was food and Gemma. Zach found that the two of them were almost always here hanging out together, usually they would end up goofing off in their breaks or sitting around eating. They always seemed to have two of the recording rooms booked at the same time and whenever one of them needed help with something, they would go to each other. The idea of collaborating had crossed Zach's mind numerous times and he was surprised that it had taken the two of them this long to actually do it. Zach played out the chorus of the tune that had been stuck in his head all day over and over, humming along to it and stopping only to write down any changes he made to his perfectly organized notes. Whenever he played like this, whenever he played in general, all other thoughts vanished from his head and he totally immersed himself in the music. It was the only time he felt completely calm, with all the jumbled up thoughts racing through his mind being smoothed out as soon as he could play or sing them. He had been so caught up he didn't even notice the door of the studio opening and Gemma walking in.