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eloise kent. 24 years old. i do the surfing thing!

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TEXT: DAVID

Eloise: Happy Birthday, old man! 😜 Hope you have a terrific day 🎉

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Needless to say, Wardo was hardly in the best of moods after Indiana’s reveal the night before. He hadn’t let Louis off lightly, bringing home three grease-splotched Burger King paper bags filled with salty burgers for himself, Ivy and Cecily, and then eventually pulling out the kid’s size bag of roughly eleven fries for his boyfriend. Louis didn’t even get the traditional paper crown. He was nothing if not petty on a good day, but it seemed to amplify whenever he was scorned.

After enduring an awkwardly silent morning with his sister’s eyes anxiously darting between him and his boyfriend, looking like she was about to burst into tears any second, Wardo had abruptly stood, chair legs scraping against the floor, and announced he was taking Capote for a walk.

Latching the dog leash onto his Dalmatian’s collar, he fondly stroked the animal’s head, murmuring a ‘good boy’ when he realised that he had been previously chewing on one of Louis’ paperbacks. Tugging encouragingly, he led his dog out of the apartment, bounding down the stairs after him and all the while ignoring Louis’ gaze as he did so. He knew that eventually he’d come around, but his own insatiable need to be a petulant and pouty child was making it difficult in the meantime.

He leaned his full weight on the door to Messina, pushing it open and nearly landing flat on his face as Capote strained on the leash in an eager bid to get moving. As Wardo struggled not to topple over, he failed to heard the clack of wheels against the concrete and jumped in shock when a figure on a skateboard went whizzing by him. A startled yelp tore from his throat and he clenched Capote’s leash tighter as the dog started up a chorus of barking. He’d gotten used to that noise though, especially after accepting the fact that Capote had the tendency to bark at anything unfamiliar.

“Whoa, Tony Hawk!” he stepped back, eyes wide. It was only when he pushed his unbrushed hair out of his eyes that he realised the skateboarder was a girl.

“Antonia Hawk,” he corrected himself, shrugging uncaringly.

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Since her spontaneous hounding of Scotty to accompany her to get her tattoo, she hadn’t seen the man in quite sometime and was trying her best not to sulk around about it. He was probably busy, and she needed to be, too. Cullen was always happy to give her extra hours at the shop which she appreciated greatly, especially with uni starting back up again. Between that and her apartment as well as whatever of her father’s payments weren’t covered by his retirement or otherwise, they were cutting it pretty damn close. And this time she didn’t have a car to sell to make some extra cash, so the unappealing process of potentially finding a second job was on her to-do list as well. But if there was one thing her dad had taught her it was to be grateful for the haves and not the have-nots, and if he could sit sick and in pain every day without complaining then she could sure as hell manage on her end. 

Luckily Wellington was an easy enough city to navigate without a car, and after having gone so long without one she felt like it would just weigh her down at this point. Plenty of people rode the bus or underground or used their bikes (or in her case, skateboards) to get around, and besides the one time she’d nearly flattened Scotty into the pavement her travels usually went without incident. And anyway it was a much easier way to dry her hair after a day out on the waves, so that was a bonus too. 

However, when she rounded the corner to Messina she saw someone stepping out the door with their dog in tow, and she very narrowly avoided crashing into them as it was too late to try to put her foot down and stop her momentum, flying past them a little too close for comfort and clumsily hopping off the board. She reached down to grab it before it hit the side of the building, turning back to the person quickly to make sure everything was okay. 

“Dude, I really thought you’d stopped for a second— well, hello to you too!” she said, cutting off her sentence when she felt the dog pushing his nose up against her side and sniffing furiously. “Is he cool if I pet him?” she asked, her hand hovering over the dog’s head as he continued to inspect her just in case he wasn’t alright with her touching him. 

She laughed slightly at the Antonia Hawk comment, giving him an amused look. “Yeah, that’s me. Just shredding it up here in Welly.” 

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TEXT: SCOTTY

Eloise: HAAAAAPPY HAPPY BIRTHDAY SCOTTY!!!!! I hope you have the best birthday ever today, you deserve it!!! I hope there's cake too because how can you have a birthday without cake? The answer is you can't.

Eloise: I have a little present for you too if you wanna catch up later so I can give it to you! Maybe I'll even sing happy birthday to you unless you like really hate that in which case I won't 😜

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Scotty started to perk up a bit after he sat down next to her and that she was glad for, she didn’t like seeing him sad. She never liked to assume what people had going on in their lives, she’d be annoyed if someone did that to her, but Lucy had mentioned to her once that his biological mum had up and left him and that he struggled with that, and she wondered if that’s why he was so down. Obviously she didn’t understand that exact situation but she knew what it was like to have a mother that didn’t want her, and should Scotty ever decide that he wanted to talk to her about his own mum maybe it would make him feel a little better to know he wasn’t alone. She almost started to say that, but the middle of a tattoo shop wasn’t the proper place for that, and she didn’t want to upset him if he wasn’t alright talking about it with her so she stopped herself and changed her train of thought. 

“That’s okay, Scotty.” she said, shrugging and wiggling around in her chair again. Hopefully the tattoo wouldn’t take too terribly long, she was horrible at sitting still. He looked a bit guilty for having not answered her texts and she didn’t want him to, he was busy and she didn’t expect him to drop everything just to respond to her. 

She giggled when he stated that they could talk about her ‘bendiness’ another time, and lifted up her shirt slightly to tap on the side of her ribs in the spot she’d decided to get the tattoo. “Right here. I think it’s a good place. What do you think?” she asked, letting the loose material of the shirt fall back down and looking at him expectantly. Ultimately she’d be picking where it went but she valued Scotty’s opinion too, and maybe he thought it would look nicer somewhere else. She’d asked her dad before she left that morning, and he’d told her wherever made her happy was good with him as long as it wasn’t on her forehead, and she thought Scotty would probably say the same. Unless he thought it might look nice there, in which case she’d have to rethink that. 

“Well damn, I was gonna, but not now that you’ve said that,” she teased, mockingly pouting at him until she caught sight of the look on his face which made her let out a very loud and ungraceful laugh. It was a good thing the noise of the tattoo guns was so loud or else she may have been embarrassed. “I dunno if I’d want one on my ass. If someone asked to see what I got I’d have to flash them.” she said, nudging his arm with her own. 

The bruise on his eye was faded but it still looked a little painful, and she frowned. “Not quite the same as needles, still.” she said, putting her face right up to his so she could inspect his eye. “That doesn’t hurt, does it?” she asked, concern hinting up in her voice. 

While moments before he had been glum and a little withdrawn, Scotty suddenly found himself in a very different position. Eyes widening, he spluttered and flailed as he watched Eloise lift the fabric of her t-shirt. Frantically staring around the room at the other customers, his astonished expression was met with nothing but dead stares and people so lost in their phones, and the magazines supplied by the tattoo parlour, evidently uncaring to what was unfolding just feet away. Whipping his head back around to Eloise he realised, with a jolt, that there were no sordid implications in her actions, and that she hadn’t just jumped at the opportunity to strip for him after one corny joke about bendiness. Jeez Scotty, get your head in the game.

“Uhuh, looks great,” he choked, biting down hard on his lip to stifle a laugh. Luckily for Scotty, Eloise had been too focused on lifting her shirt and pointing at the bare skin, that she had missed his entire freak out, only lifting her gaze now to see his reaction. Smiling at the other girl, he just allowed his head to bob, nodding in agreement that her ribcage was, in fact, a wonderful place for a tattoo. Fuckin’ moron. “Nah, yeah, I think tha’s a pretty cool place, bro. Y'kna, it’s kinda your secret, cuz ain’t nobody else gonna see it. Unless you want someone else to see it, cuz, like, you’d have to take your shirt off ‘n stuff usually girls only take their shirts off if they gon’, like, y'kna… Not that you can’t take your shirt off whenever you wanna cuz Lucy’s like hella feminist and says a girl’s body ain’t no different to a dude’s… Like, 'cept for the fact that she’s got a thing for girls and not guys but… Uh.”

Letting his voice trail off, he winced at the absolute verbal diarrhoea that he had just unleashed on Eloise. The fuck? He thought, begrudgingly, of Louis, and his pathetic crush on him. At least with Louis, and every other boy he found himself having twisted feelings for, he could still talk football, or pretend like he wasn’t an absolute mess. Whereas with Eloise he appeared to revert back to that same idiot jock that he’d been back home, the same one who was so used to cute girls flirting with him, fluttering their eyelashes and inviting him behind the bleachers after a big win, shortly followed by him melting into a puddle and jabbering on like a complete fool.

“Sorry, I d'kna what I’m sayin’, bro,” he apologised, offering her a meek smile. Eloise, however, hadn’t finished, and Scotty wondered vaguely if she was just determined to watch him squirm as she joked about getting a tattoo on her butt, commenting on just how awkward it would be showing it off to everyone. Clearing his throat, he choked out a laugh and turned to look at her once more, his smile the widest he’d manage to get it all day. Reaching a finger out, he prodded her ribs lightly, and then brushed his fingers against the fabric of her shirt as he tickled her before speaking again. “Yeah, maybe jus’ stick to the ribcage. Though it’s gonna look mad cute on you no matter what, aight?”

Pulling his hand away and shifting in his seat, he flinched momentarily as Eloise leaned forward to take a look at his eye. Truthfully, it didn’t hurt very much, but the close proximity between them was making his heart pound in ways that he wished it wouldn’t. Not that he didn’t want to like Eloise, oh God, he wanted to like her. He wanted nothing more than to just pull her in and kiss her just as he would have done if he had known her back in Colorado. But he couldn’t, and shouldn’t, entertain the idea of liking anybody, certainly not when he had unresolved feelings for unattainable boys. And he especially wouldn’t lead her on like that, knowing that he’d only be doing so because liking a girl would be the easier route to go down, much safer than the terrifying path that his mind kept insisting on wandering down.

“Nah, s'cool. It looks worse than it feels, I swear,” he promised, knocking his forehead lightly against her own when she made no attempts to distance herself. Smiling softly, he winked at her, before teasingly prodding her in the side again, determined to find out whether or not she was ticklish. Just as he was barking out a laugh at his own childish behaviour, a noise sounded from beside him and a man who he assumed was the tattoo artist stepped forward and called out Eloise’s name. Squinting to read the nametag on his shirt – the one that read Elliot – Scotty bit down nervously on his lower lip, as more feelings stirred up inside of him at the sight of the man. He was cute too, a completely different kind of attractive to Louis, Callum, or Alfie. He was older than the boys he spent all of his time around, his skin littered in tattoos. Shaking his head before he allowed his mind to go down that path again, he turned back to Eloise.

“So, uh, want me to go 'n hold your hand, or nah?” he asked, holding out a hand and wiggling his fingers in her direction.

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Scotty had a peculiar look on his face when she let her shirt drop back down and straightened up in her chair, though he started to laugh after that and she giggled a little herself, thinking she must have just imagined it. She was used to people sometimes giving her weird looks as she wasn’t always the most socially aware, she’d talk too loudly or say something not entirely appropriate for the setting and then someone would be tapping her on the shoulder to tone it down when she didn’t notice, though Scotty wasn’t really like that with her. He more so just seemed amused by the shit she said, and she was glad for that. Not everyone was meant to stick around in life and she knew that, but she really hoped that Scotty would. He was kind and sweet and still wanted to be her friend after getting to know her and that wasn’t something to let go of. 

She sat quietly and listened while he went on a bit of a tangent about the tattoo,  his face brightening a little when he started backtracking his own words and she smiled at him when he trailed off. Usually she was the one talking nonstop though she figured she probably didn’t look nearly as cute doing it as he did, and she wasn’t going to interrupt or stop him any time soon either. “I mean, you’re not wrong. I could cover it if I didn’t want anyone to see.” she said, gesturing to how she’d covered the spot easily just minutes before. “Lucy’s got a point. I won’t go around just whipping my shirt off at random moments though, that might be kinda awkward.” she teased, ignoring the fact that she actually did sometimes do that when she was about to go out surfing, although maybe that was a different sort of situation. 

He started to apologize and she waved him off, not sure why he felt like he had to. “It’s okay, I don’t know what I’m saying most of the time either.” she said, smirking when he laughed about her comment about getting one on her butt. “I guess I can,” she joked, pausing at his next words. “You think so?” she asked, not sure why she felt different about Scotty calling her cute than she did with Finn or Cassie. It made her want to blush and cover her face or something stupid like that, and she wasn’t sure why that was. 

If he was uncomfortable with having her so close to inspect his face she wasn’t aware of it, instead focused on the big bruise under his eye and giving him a look when he poked her again and claimed it wasn’t a big deal. As much as she thought it was funny that he thought she was ticklish, she still wasn’t crazy about the idea of someone punching him in the face, even if he’d stepped in to the ring willingly. “You swear?” she asked, frowning slightly. She didn’t like it when people sugar coated things just to try to protect her or something, her dad had tried ever since he’d gotten sick and she hated it. She wasn’t the smartest or most aware but she did know how to take things seriously that needed to be. 

At that moment her name was called from the corner of the room and she turned to see who she assumed was Elliot, as she’d only spoken to him on the phone, and she smiled at him. “That’s me!” she said, standing up and turning back towards Scotty. “I dunno yet! You can come and sit with me to start, I’ll let you know if I need your hand or anything.” she said, gesturing for him to follow and hopping into the seat inside the room. 

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TEXT: AMELIA

Eloise: Happy Birthday sweets! 😘🎉

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missing the sunshine and summer weather :( 

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Eloise knew that it was very possible that Scotty might be busy, or simply not want to hang out with her, though she really hoped it wasn’t the latter. She knew she wasn’t great at picking up on things, mostly since she was so spacey that she went from one subject to the other without pausing to think, but she had noticed that Scotty had seemed particularly down lately. He didn’t smile as much, didn’t respond as enthusiastically to her texts, and often seemed like he was clocked out any time they did see each other in person, and there was a small voice in the back of her mind wondering if it was something to do with her. She knew she could be too much for people sometimes, too ditzy and she’d been told flakey before too, but it hadn’t seemed like Scotty minded any of that, one of the many reasons why she liked him and enjoyed being around him. That probably wasn’t it, at least she’d continue to tell herself so until the voice in her head that sounded suspiciously like her mother’s decided to shut up. 

Luckily he answered her call and she detected hesitation in his tone about what she was doing, and she was glad he couldn’t see the frown on her face. “New, not really. I think I mentioned it to you before,” she said nonchalantly, ignoring that it had been more times than that. She talked so much it wasn’t a wonder that people couldn’t remember everything she said, and she didn’t blame him for that. She giggled when he said he was at the gym and confirmed that she’d send him the address, a thought popping into her head akin to him showing up at the tattoo parlour shirtless which she quickly shoved away. Jesus Eloise, what is wrong with you? 

The artist who had agreed to see her had taken her drawing into the back to refine it into a design, which she’d begrudgingly handed over as she was hesitant to part with it. It was probably silly to hold such sentimentality over a piece of paper, but her father had sat with her when she drew it the first time he got sick, both squished into his tiny hospital bed and flipping through some photos she’d brought him. He’d scribbled the shell on a piece of paper and handed it to her with a smile that she knew was only for her, and she’d kept it with her ever since, shoving into purses and back pockets and even into the back of her phone case just to keep it near. At least now she’d have it on her permanently, and there would be no need for the paper. 

It didn’t take too long for Scotty to appear in the doorway and she smiled at him happily, patting the seat next to her so he’d sit and nudging his arm in greeting. “Yeah, it only took about a billion texts too.” she said playfully when he nudged her back, slight concern cropping up at the fact that he hadn’t smiled yet. He usually always smiled at her. “Yep. Well, not me, the tattoo guy. Y’know, I think it might be tough for me to do, I don’t think I can bend like that.” she said, shrugging and glancing at him from the side. He looked tired, and not just because he said he was at the gym before. 

“Do needles bother you?” she asked. “’Cause if you think you might faint you should probably tell me now.” 

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As he took his seat beside her, Scotty felt his mouth twist slightly at her comment, the tiniest trace of a smile evident on his face. He couldn’t say he hadn’t meant to ignore her texts, especially considering the way he had pointedly ignored the first few, but he did feel guilty for having done so.

“Yeah, yeah, aight,” he replied, staring down at his lap, a pout forming on his lips. Despite his current, sweaty appearance and the crease of his forehead as he frowned, Eloise’s smile didn’t falter, her sunny disposition and mile-a-minute speech never wavering. “Sorry, aight, I’m sorry. I’m here ‘n i’m ready for, uh, whatever’s 'bout to happen.”

Somehow managing to break through his miserable demeanour with her next comment, Scotty let out a soft chuckle, and smirked as he lifted his head to look at his friend. Wincing, he felt another stab of guilt as he considered his downtrodden attitude and the way he was grumpily slouching in his seat beside her. Not only had she had the decency to invite him along for her session, but she seemed to genuinely want him there, and in the grand total of 3 minutes that he’d been sitting with here he’d been nothing but a grey cloud above her head. Letting his mind wander back to Louis, he breathed an indignant sigh at the memory. It wasn’t Eloise’s fault that he felt so awful, and I wasn’t anyone’s fault that his head was in such a wretched state. Conjuring up as much strength as he could, he plastered a huge – and hopefully convincing – smile on his face as he answered Eloise’s quip.

“Bend like what, exactly?” he mused, raising an eyebrow in her direction. He hadn’t actually taken a lot of time to consider where she was getting her tattoo, and the question now rose at the back of his throat as he registered her comment. Adopting a playful tone – flirting with girls had always come a lot easier to him than the prospect of flirting with boys, though Eloise always managed to bring out a more flustered version of him – he leaned in towards the girl. “Aight, well, y'kna, we can talk about your bendiness another time, yeah? Where are you, uh, getting’ the tat?”

“Wait, uh…” he started, scrunching his nose in confusion. With a jolt, his eyes widened as he considered the possibilities. He knew she had only been joking, her comment harmless, but if her tattoo required some kind of acrobatic bendiness on her behalf – had she been the one drawing it – then he wondered if perhaps it was in some sort of unmentionable area. “It’s not, you’re not like, uh… Gettin’ a tattoo on your ass, or somethin’? Cuz, y'kna, I dunno if you’d want me t'see that…”

Still pondering the meaning of her words, he breathed a sigh of relief at her next query. Him, scared of needles? He smiled softly at her, shaking his head lightly in response.

“Heh, naw, you really think I got a problem with needles?” he asked, tapping his face in response. If you looked close enough you could still see the faded remains of a bruise just below his eye, the result of another man’s gloved fist impacting his face in his last fight. “I willingly let dudes beat me up, bro, I think we good.”

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Scotty started to perk up a bit after he sat down next to her and that she was glad for, she didn’t like seeing him sad. She never liked to assume what people had going on in their lives, she’d be annoyed if someone did that to her, but Lucy had mentioned to her once that his biological mum had up and left him and that he struggled with that, and she wondered if that’s why he was so down. Obviously she didn’t understand that exact situation but she knew what it was like to have a mother that didn’t want her, and should Scotty ever decide that he wanted to talk to her about his own mum maybe it would make him feel a little better to know he wasn’t alone. She almost started to say that, but the middle of a tattoo shop wasn’t the proper place for that, and she didn’t want to upset him if he wasn’t alright talking about it with her so she stopped herself and changed her train of thought. 

“That’s okay, Scotty.” she said, shrugging and wiggling around in her chair again. Hopefully the tattoo wouldn’t take too terribly long, she was horrible at sitting still. He looked a bit guilty for having not answered her texts and she didn’t want him to, he was busy and she didn’t expect him to drop everything just to respond to her. 

She giggled when he stated that they could talk about her ‘bendiness’ another time, and lifted up her shirt slightly to tap on the side of her ribs in the spot she’d decided to get the tattoo. “Right here. I think it’s a good place. What do you think?” she asked, letting the loose material of the shirt fall back down and looking at him expectantly. Ultimately she’d be picking where it went but she valued Scotty’s opinion too, and maybe he thought it would look nicer somewhere else. She’d asked her dad before she left that morning, and he’d told her wherever made her happy was good with him as long as it wasn’t on her forehead, and she thought Scotty would probably say the same. Unless he thought it might look nice there, in which case she’d have to rethink that. 

“Well damn, I was gonna, but not now that you’ve said that,” she teased, mockingly pouting at him until she caught sight of the look on his face which made her let out a very loud and ungraceful laugh. It was a good thing the noise of the tattoo guns was so loud or else she may have been embarrassed. “I dunno if I’d want one on my ass. If someone asked to see what I got I’d have to flash them.” she said, nudging his arm with her own. 

The bruise on his eye was faded but it still looked a little painful, and she frowned. “Not quite the same as needles, still.” she said, putting her face right up to his so she could inspect his eye. “That doesn’t hurt, does it?” she asked, concern hinting up in her voice. 

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tbheloise:

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happy world smile day everybody! 😄

@bonjourcassandra: BEAUTIFUL GIRLYYY!!!! Witwoooooo, Eloise!!! 😍😍

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@eloweeze: CASSIE 😊 I love you!!!

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happy world smile day everybody! 😄

@scotty2hotty: u luk rly pretty el :)

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@eloweeze: ☺️ you're too sweet to me Scotty!!

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 happy world smile day everybody! 😄

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TEXT: CASSIE

Cassie: That would be amazing! :D They're cute and easy to take care of!!! And they fit with your cutesty mermaid aesthetic ^_^

Cassie: Aw, that sounds good? I really hope it makes a difference, El!! And we'd so love to come and see him!! Your dad's the absolute best, it would be really neat :)

Eloise: You're right!! I think that's a great idea :)

Eloise: I hope so too! I'm sure it will. Otherwise I'm sure there's other stuff they could try. I'd love that and I know he will to! Aw, I'll tell him you said so!

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TEXT: CASSIE

Cassie: Maybe! Or fish! Fishies are good :) How is he doing, El? Dad says he wants to go see him, would he like that? :)

Cassie: Aw!!! Well I'm pretty terrible at this language nevermind another one tbh!! :o

Eloise: That's true! I think he'd like fish, some really colourful ones! Oh, well, he's-- he's doing okay! They're trying a new treatment right now that seems good! I think he would love that! Maybe he can surprise him, I haven't told him that you're here yet!

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TEXT: CASSIE

Cassie: Ooohhh does your dad like dogs? I'm still scared of them :(

Cassie: Ahh!! I did! I was so bad, people stopped speaking to me in French! IN FRANCE! Woopsy :3

Eloise: I just think it might be nice for him to have a pet! Although maybe a cat would be less work? He wouldn't really be able to walk a dog. Aw, I'm sorry :(

Eloise: Well I don't know how to speak any other language so you're already doing better than me!

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TEXT: CASSIE

Cassie: Aren't they!?!! SO cute!! Do you have any other pets? :D

Cassie: Ooohh for sure!! Though... Uuuuuum, don't expect me to be very good at speaking French. I kind of sucked!!

Cassie: HELL YEAH. Well, they don't have legs, right? But it's not real, so HELL YEAH! :)

Eloise: No, just those two! I think my dad should get a dog though, I'm trying to convince him.

Eloise: I bet you didn't!

Eloise: I'm gonna make it a thing, it's fine.

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TEXT: CASSIE

Cassie: OH LOOK AT THEM. They're so cute and lovely and small! I'm so jealous!!! I was thinking of getting some turtles, what do you think?

Cassie: WHEEEE I'll see you tomorrow! :D

Cassie: Oohhh you'd make a pretty mermaid :)

Eloise: I love them! Oh, I think you definitely should! Turtles are so cute

Eloise: I'm excited! I wanna hear all about Paris!

Eloise: Aw well thank you! Mermaids can still wear sweatpants, right? Cause I'm gonna.

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TEXT: CASSIE

Cassie: Oooooh! Like Little Mermaid!!! And I won't scare them! I promise! That's so cute, omgggggg do you have pics? :D

Cassie: IT'S BEEN SO LONG, EL. WE'RE GONNA HAVE LOOOOOADS TO CATCH UP ON. :) Ooh! Surf shop, gotcha!!! That's by the beach, obviously.. right?

Cassie: Does this mean you still wanna be a mermaid? Just like when we were kids? :D

Eloise: Yes!! Exactly like that :) And yes, I'll attach some!

Eloise: Haha yes we do! And yep, right up close :)

Eloise: I absolutely do!

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TEXT: CASSIE

Cassie: Yep!!!! It was amazing! But ooooooomggg I missed home so much :(

Cassie: Aw tell your dad I said hi!!! :D TWO HEDGEHOGS???? WHAT ARE THEIR NAMES? I HAVE TO MEET THEM! CAN I HOLD THEM? Wait. Will that hurt? They're spikyyyy :o

Cassie: Dad missed home and we decided it was time!! :) And it's so great to actually still know people here omg!!! I HAVE REUBEN AND NOAH AND TORI AND NOW YOUUUUUU :) AND I MADE NEW FRIENDS ALREADY HERE. I'm so excited to be home!!!!

Eloise: Aw well I'm so glad you're back!

Eloise: He says hi back! Flotsam and Jetsam, they're precious! They won't hurt you unless they're scared don't worry!

Eloise: That's so great! Its been a while! I'm working tomorrow but you should stop by! It's Daking's Surf Shop :)